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Rainbow (00q, E.T. sequel)

James cocked his head to the side "Can you explain to me why does your skin change colours? I'm guessing it's not a random thing" he blurted out, curiosity winning his inner battle after having spent a couple of hours in silent observation: Q easily and systematically took apart and put together again the best equipment Q-branch had to offer in almost an hypnotising way. The poor Major didn't know that James had actually stopped destroying his equipment and losing it everywhere - still, the Quartermaster never saw it again because he'd give it to MI6 resident alien. He just couldn't help himself: whenever Q pouted and looked up at him with those bright green eyes - always there no matter which form he had taken in that particular moment - James would give in to any requests that the alien would make. One of Q's tentacles flailed around a bit and his skin lost its usual marble whiteness in favour of a bright pinkish hue "Rude" the alien chided, scowling down at the laptop he was taking apart - hands and tentacles working together in effortless harmony "I don't ask you why you flush red sometimes, do I?" "So, it has to do with your feelings?" James grinned, endeared by the way Q was easily flustered - which made the pink hue only more evident. Deciding that he'd rather use his hands to work, Q half-heartedly shoved at James with one of his free tentacles and showed him his teeth. Not that it was of much use: apparently, the agent was unfazed by his shark-like smile "You're so nosy" "Professional deformation" James retorted with a shrug, gently coaxing the tentacle to twirl around his finger with careful prods that really were just caresses "So? You turn pink when you're embarrassed - which other colours can you do?" He asked curiously, tugging lightly on the tentacle wrapped around his finger and sliding a bit closer to peer down at Q's skin. "Why don't you tell me, oh great 007?" Snark and sarcasm were something Q had picked on quite quickly and James couldn't help being endeared by the prickly personality the alien showed sometimes "I've seen you turn blue once, when a doctor came in and scared the living daylights out of you" "Our parents take great care in scaring us of anything remotely medical and human" Q pointed out, crossing his arms and all of his tentacles - except the one that James had claimed for himself - to convey his message clearly: no teasing allowed "Besides, I don't need human doctors" James rolled his eyes: that was a conversation they had had quite often and neither of them had yet budged on their position "You don't know if you're immune to our diseases: you need shots. I don't want you to die because of a mere cold" he said honestly, tickling the tentacle in his grip "I'll hold your hand" he added with an impish grin, even if he meant every single word he had said. James himself wasn't find fond of doctors, having met his fair share of and criminals who liked to mess with the human body while wearing a white coat for the dramatic effect, and he'd never let Q face one of them alone if they scared him. Q had to focus greatly to make sure that starbursts didn't blossom on his skin; if he had any saying in it, James would never see that particular pattern - not even on his dying day "I'm not a youngling" he protested to hide just how pleased he was with the other's words that showed just how much the agent cared about him. Swooning after a human - had his bearer known that, he'd have revoked his lab privileges before he could start pleading for mercy. And Q would have wholeheartedly agreed with the punishment. "And now you're sad" James observed, voice dropping an octave to a sweet and consoling tone that people rarely heard coming out of his mouth. Q glanced down at himself and saw splotches of black seep under his skin like ink dissolving into water "I was thinking about my bearer" "That's another thing I noticed" James jumped at the occasion to change topics, hoping to distract Q from any sad thought swirling around his mind "You never say mother and father - you always say bearer" he pointed out, indirectly asking elucidation; after Q had understood that nobody wanted to hurt him, he had always showed himself to be quite eager to share fact about his alien culture and biology. "Oh, that" pink swirled together with black, painting his skin in a unique pattern "Our bodies can both bear and sire younglings" Q frowned, rooting around his brain in search of an appropriate term to better express what he meant in English "We're hermaphrodites?" He asked, unsure about whether he had used the correct word. James blinked in surprise "What about gender then?" Q peered into the agent's face, trying to see whether there was any horror or disgust displayed on it. What he saw, it was only unbridled and genuine curiosity and a thirst for knowledge "We choose what it fits us best, it's... a fluid concept for us" "That's fascinating" James stated and really, there never would be a thing about Q that he didn't find interesting. *** James had some bad mental associations with the red: it was the colour of blood - freshly spilled or already drying - and of gore; it was the colour of Vesper's sundress when she had drowned under the scalding Venetian sun of an Italian summer; it was the colour of Q's skin whenever he was hurt and in pain. After the nth time he hadn't brought back his equipment to Q-Branch, Boothroyd had decided to get at the bottom of the question; he had made sure with his own eyes that 007 hadn't lost his gun or earwig in the field, which could only mean that the agent was keeping them to himself. Unashamedly, once he was back in MI6, he used the building security cameras to follow 007 and find out where he secret stash was. He had known about the resident alien but, while a man of science, Boothroyd had never interested himself in alien biology and preferred to stick to technology. So, he had left the poor thing alone to get used to its new environment - everyone with enough clearance knew that the alien would never be allowed to go back to his home planet - and he made sure that his curious underlings too left it alone. Really, it was 007's fault if he had made his way to the alien's cellar - no matter how tastefully decorated, its rooms were still a prison - to ask the creature what it exactly did with his tech. Only to discover that the alien had a wonderful mathematical mind with a knack for engineering "Can you look less... Alien?" Boothroyd had asked and when the alien had shown him its human disguise, he had patted it on the shoulder and congratulated it about its first job in MI6. Of course, M hadn't been exactly thrilled about it but the Major had made sure to point out that he was the only one who could choose who he thought was better fitted to work in his branch. Plus, the poor thing needed something to do or it would go insane, cooped up as it was with only 007 and an unfriendly doctor as the only people visiting it. And Boothroyd gave 007 the exact same speech he had given M, when Q got hurt and he lost his head like a bull charging at a red drape. Apparently, Q's disguise wasn't as airtight as he had thought; when the alien focused on work or felt a particularly strong emotion, it would sprout tentacles or its skin started changing colours. Personally, Boothroyd thought it was rather cute - and he knew for sure that Bond wouldn't think of the alien as scary or dangerous even if it started gobbling down people. Sadly, humans could be extremely obtuse. When Q's skin had turned a sunny yellow in excitement - Boothroyd would later learn that the alien had managed to crack open a firewall nobody had even managed to weaken - an underling had freaked out and shocked Q with a taser. And since disgraces never come alone, that was the exact moment when 007 entered his branch. James rushed towards them, putting himself in front of Q as a shield in order to protect him. His hands fluttered all over Q's skin, digits skimming over the bright red flashes swirling together with a terrified indigo blue "Can you move everything?" He asked, gathering the other's trembling form in his arms. Tentacles tentatively slithered out to wrap themselves around his biceps and neck, holding onto him for dear life, but James didn't mind: he just drew Q closer and encouraged him to also wrap his arms around his waist, glad to see that Q seemed to have not been harmed by high voltage of the shock "Calm down" he murmured, hand running up Q's shaking spine "I'm here now" And to Q's relief, James would always be there for him when he needed him to.

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cwnerd12 · 6 years

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Exodus

“Exodus” Jack, sitting on his bed, “What? How?” A smile grows over his face. Michelle: “I don’t know, but he was just on fucking TV and definitely still fucking alive, and we need to get out of here right now.” Jack pulls the hoodie on, “What? Where are we going?” He goes over to Michelle. Michelle: “We’re going to Gath, that’s where David is.” She leads Jack out of the dungeon. Jack, “We can’t just go through the front door, security will stop us.” Michelle: “I know that!” Jack, “So where the fuck are we going?” Michelle: “I don’t know! I- I didn’t really plan this out.” Jack: “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Michelle!” Michelle: “Do you want to get out of here, or not?” Jack: “We can go the back way. There usually aren’t guards there.” they reach the back maintenance entry of the palace. Jack peers around the corner, and gestures for Michelle to follow him. They hurry away from the door, towards the street. Jack: “You have to plan this shit out.” Suddenly a voice behind them, “Hey!” They stop in their tracks. A security guard comes up behind them, holding a flashlight, “Just who the hell are you?” He grabs Jack and turns him around, shining the light in his eyes. Michelle turns around, as well. Michelle, “Look, just let us go, we don’t want any trouble.” Guard: “Trying to escape?” Jack: “If you turn us in, our dad will kill both of us. We aren’t doing anything, we just want to get out.” The guard laughs, “Silas? Fuck Silas, man! Go join David Shepherd! Hell, I might even join you!” He turns around and walks away, leaving them. Michelle shudders, “Oh, fuck.” Jack: “Come on.” He pulls on her arm and leads her forward. They exit the palace gates and go out into the crowded area around the front of the palace. Anti-Silas demonstrators have taken over. The atmosphere is carnival-like, but still distinctly eerie, and all the freaks who are usually forced into the shadows have come out in full force. Two women harmonize to “Toxicity” while one plays an acoustic guitar. Jack and Michelle walk slowly and carefully, taking in the surreal sighs around them. There are impassioned speeches, drag queens, fire dancers, jugglers, contortionists, fireworks, other performance artists, all out doing their thing, along with a myriad of colorful protesters who are all happy to finally celebrate their resistance. A Shepherd Fairey-esque portrait of David with the word KING underneath it is unfurled. Jack sees the poster, and smiles, “Holy shit.” A policeman climbs up onto a place where he can be seen above the crowd. He raises a megaphone to his mouth, “By the order of King Silas, this crowd will disperse!” The riot police that surround the place raise their guns. Jack tugs on Michelle’s arm, “Come on, we should get out of here.” Michelle: “Where are we gonna go?” Jack: “Let’s try the subway.” Michelle: “I’ve never been on the subway!” Jack, “Well, now’s your chance to try it!” Jack tries to navigate Michelle through the tightly-packed crowd, but makes little progress. The police officer continues to yell at the crowd, “Disperse! Disperse!” A cup full of soda sails through the air and hits the police officer, who falls over. The riot police begin firing rubber bullets into the crowd. People scream and begin to run. Jack, “Shit! Come on!” He holds tightly to Michelle’s arm, and they run along with the crowd. White plumes of teargas explode, and people begin to cough and sputter. Jack protectively puts his arm around Michelle. He leads her away from the gas and down a street where people run for cover.

Gerald leads David and the other survivors into the lobby of a once fancy, but time-worn hotel. “Normally, we invite our guests to stay at the palace, but with the number of you, I thought it would be better if we housed you in the next best place: The Royal Hotel. Right next door to the palace, its where all of Gath’s finest guests stay. You all have rooms reserved for you, and should more of you come out of the woods, they’ll be given rooms, here, too, until more permanent living situations can be found.” David: “Thanks, it’s appreciated.” Gerald: “You are all welcome as asylum-seekers in Gath. You will be provided with a small allowance to buy yourselves a new wardrobe and any technology you may need, phones and such, along with food and other necessities.” David: “Again, thank you. Where are our rooms?” Gerald: “Wait here in the lobby, I’ll speak to the concierge and get everything settled.” David flops down onto a sofa, and rubs his shoulder. The others sit down on the sofas around him. David: “Does anyone else…. not want to be alone tonight?” Asher looks at him, “What do you mean?” David, “I dunno. I just can tell I’m not gonna be able to sleep, and the idea of staying up watching TV all by myself doesn’t seem very appealing.” Abby: “I’ll join you. Give you someone to watch the news with.” Isaiah: “Yeah, me, too.” Asher: “Sure. I’ll join. I want to see what Silas’s face looked like when he realized you were alive.” Abby: “This isn’t just another news story. This is something that’s gonna change the world. I want to see it.”

Protesters crowd into a tiny, illuminated storefront, seeking safety. People pour milk onto the faces of those affected by teargas. Jack keeps his arm tightly around Michelle, “Are you all right?” Michelle: “Yeah, I’m good.” Jack: “Are you sure?” Michelle: “I’m fine! We need to think of what we’re gonna do next. We should get out of the city before Dad realizes we’re gone.” Jack: “I can call Wednesday. I know she knows people in the resistance. Someone has to be able to get us to Gath. Do you have our phones?” Michelle: “I do, but Dad can track our phones if we use them.” Jack: “Shit! Okay, uh, let’s just get to Wednesday’s. We can take the subway!” He leads Michelle towards a subway station entrance a couple of blocks away. A huge crowd is gathered outside. A sign reads, “SUBWAY SERVICE CANCELLED FOR THE NIGHT.” Jack, “Oh, son of a bitch! They can’t actually be doing this!” Michelle: “Maybe we can just… ask someone with a car if they can give us a ride.” Jack: “Ask someone? DO you really think someone who’s protesting our father is just going to happily give a ride to the prince and princess?!” Michelle: “They won’t recognize us! I put these clothes on for a reason! When was the last time you saw me wearing a hoodie?” Jack sighs, “All right, you’ve got a point,” he looks around, “We just gotta find someone.” Inside a packed parking garage, Jack and Michelle dodge exiting vehicles and search for people leaving. Jack asks a guy getting into his car, “Hey, are you going to 22nd street?” Guy: “No, man, sorry!” Jack: “Fuck!” he continues to look around frantically. Michelle spots a group of people getting into a van, “Hey, are you going to be near 22nd Street?” Driver: “Yeah, you need a lift?” Michelle: “You have no idea!” She gestures for Jack to follow her, and he runs up. They climb into the packed van. Michelle: “You guys are literally saving our lives! Thank you so much!” Driver: “No problem.”

In the palace, Silas goes into Michelle’s room, but sees she isn’t there. He looks around a bit, and calls for her, but no response. He goes looking for Rose, who sits at her vanity in their bedroom, “Have you seen Michelle?” Rose: “No, I haven’t.” Silas: “When was the last time you saw her?” Rose: “Right after your address.” Silas: “I want to talk to her.” Rose: “I don’t know where she is. Have security look for her.” Later, Silas speaks to the head of security: “We’ve searched the palace, and there’s no sign of her.” Silas: “Search again! She can’t have just disappeared!” Security: “Do you have any idea where she might be?” Silas: “I have one idea. I’ll check there myself.” Silas goes down the dungeon hallway, security guards following behind him. He sees Jack’s cell door wide open, and starts running toward it, “No, no, no!” He reaches the door, and sees the cell is empty, “God fucking damn it!” In his cell, Vesper raises his head in curiosity. One of the security guards speaks into his microphone, “We have a situation in the dungeon, there’s been an escape.” Silas: “There’s been a kidnapping! There’s no way Michelle would just leave! This is Shepherd’s doing! I know it!” Silas goes into Vesper’s cell and slams the door shut. Vesper sits up and greets him, “It’s difficult to judge the passage of time in here, but I believe this is an unusual hour for a visit.” Silas: “Did you hear anything?” Vesper: “I’ve been hearing quite a lot of screaming for the past view days. Who are you holding in there?” Silas: “Did you hear anything tonight?!” Vesper: “No. Unusually quiet, even.” Silas storms out and slams the cell door behind him. He yells at the security guards, “Put an alert out in the city, Jack escaped, and he’s kidnapped Michelle! Find him and bring him to me, I will kill him myself!”

David sits on a hotel bed with Abby beside him, and Isaiah and Asher in chairs. They watch the TV. The news shows images of a humvee full of Gilboan soldiers, cheering and waving an image of David. Reporter: “Entire units of Gilboan soldiers have begun defecting into Gath.” David, dismayed, “Hoooooly shit, the army?!” Asher, “Mandatory draft means you’ve got a shitload of soldiers who don’t really want to be there.” David: “What am I supposed to tell them when they get here? Where- where are they going to go?!” Abby: “Talk to Gerald, he can figure something out.” Asher: “If the border’s open, we’re likely to start seeing civilian resisters coming across it soon.” David: “Why are they coming here?! I didn’t tell people to come here!” Asher: “They’re coming here because of you.” David: “I’m not leading an army! I’m not! Someone else has to do it, I- I can’t!” Abby: “Why not?” David: “I’m just a dumbass who grew up on a farm and blew up a tank!” Isaiah shakes his head and looks at a convoy of defecting soldiers on the TV, “You’re fucked, man.”

In the van, a joint gets passed around. The guy sitting next to Jack: “You want a hit?” Jack: “Gimme that.” He takes a hit, makes a face, and says, “Oh, that shit’s good.” Michelle reaches for the joint, “Let me.” Jack looks over at her, surprised, “Seriously?” Michelle takes the joint. Jack: “You know how to do it?” Michelle shoots him an angry look, “You inhale and hold it in. I’ve seen TV.” She takes a hit, waits a moment, and sputters coughing. Jack laughs, “I thought I would never fucking see this day! My sister smoking a joint!” Michelle passes the joint on, “Shut the fuck up. There’s a first time for everything.” Girl sitting next to Michelle: “You’re in your 20s and this is your first joint?” Jack: “She’s sheltered. Let’s just put it that way.” He nudges Michelle, “How you feelin’?” Michelle, grinning: “Fine.” She laughs. Guy next to Jack takes a hit and passes it back to Jack: “Man, I wish I coulda been in that room when King Silas saw Shepherd’s face on the screen. That shit had to have been hilarious.” Michelle takes another hit, coughs, and says, “I was there.” Jack nervously elbows her. Girl: “No fuckin’ way! You are lying!” Michelle: “Let’s just say my dad works at the palace, I get to see all kinds of shit.” Guy: “So what did he do?” Michelle, “He freaked the fuck out,” she laughs, “Like, got up and started screaming like, ‘I killed him! He is dead!’ His face was fuckin’ purple,” she giggles, “I have never seen that exact shade of purple before!” Guy and girl both laugh deliriously, and Michelle laughs along with them, “He was so pissed! Like raaaagh!” She makes monster hands, and laughs. Jack finally has to laugh, too. Suddenly, red and blue lights flash up ahead of them. Driver: “Shit, it’s a checkpoint!” Guy stubs the joint out and hides it under his seat. The van rolls to a stop next to a police officer, who shines a flashlight at the driver. The driver rolls the window down, “Yes, officer?” Officer: “We have orders to search vehicles for certain wanted individuals.” Driver: “Hey man, I dunno who you’re looking for, but they’re not in here, can I go?” Officer: “I smell marijuana. Have you been smoking tonight, sir?” Driver: “Your eyes are glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?” The officer is not amused, “Get out of the vehicle!” Suddenly, Michelle runs up from behind and clobbers the officer over the head with a brick. She and Jack take off running as the driver and their two stoned buddies look on in bewilderment.

In the palace Silas paces frantically back and forth while Rose sits, anxiously waiting. Silas: “This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening!” Rose touches her forehead, “This doesn’t make sense! How could Shepherd possibly have gotten someone into the palace?” Silas: “I don’t know! He’s smart! He’s connected! This could have been his plan all along!” Rose: “What are you going to do with Jack?” Silas, “I’m not abandoning my plan! I’ll break him down and re-build him, you’ll see, I’m just going to have more security at his door!” He sighs, “He- he may need more drastic measures. There are things I never wanted to have to resort to, but I may be forced to do them.” Rose: “Are you going to replace him with Seth?” Silas stops pacing and looks at her, “No! No, no, Seth, Seth stays in the country, he- he’s sick, he can’t be brought out into the public.” Rose: “You have to acknowledge him. There’s no way you can’t continue to pretend he doesn’t exist.” Silas: “And I will do that when Michelle is safely back home! I’m focusing on one problem at a time!” Rose: “At least think about how you’re going to explain Seth to Michelle. And Jack. If he’s gotten out, I guarantee he’s heard everything.” Silas, sneering, “He deserves nothing.”

Jack and Michelle come to a stop in a dark alley. They both stand, struggling to catch their breath. Jack: “What…. the fuck….” Michelle: “You’re the one who passed me the joint.” Jack: “Pot doesn’t make you jump out of a van, grab a brick, and hit a police officer!” Michelle: “Then I guess it was just quick thinking on my part.” Jack steps back into the streetlight, and looks around, “I think we’re close to Wednesday’s, and I don’t see any police. We’ll have to walk. Come on.” He takes Michelle’s hand, and they begin to walk down the street. But to: the inside of Wednesday’s loft. Other resistance members, including Monique, sit around watching TV. There’s a knock at the door. Wednesday answers, and Jack and Michelle stand on the other side. Jack: “We have to get to Gath.” Cut to: Wednesday and Monique help two other resistance members pack boxes into the back of an SUV. Jack and Michelle sit in the back seat. Monique: “The borders are wide open. I don’t know how long they’re gonna stay that way, so you need to make good time.” Rebel driver: “Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” Monique looks over what’s been packed, “All right, you should be good.” She slams the back door shut The two members get into the car, but Wednesday and Monique stay behind. Jack rolls his window down, “You coming with us?” Wednesday, “Wish I could, but I got business to do here in Shiloh.” Monique: “You meeting up with Shepherd?” Jack: “That’s the plan.” Monique nods, “Tell him we’re here. Tell him we’re ready to do whatever he says.” Jack nods, “Will do. You two keep fighting and stay safe, all right?” Wednesday smiles, “See you, Jack.” Jack rolls up the window, and the car begins to drive away. The rebel in the passenger seat looks at her phone, “I’ve got all the checkpoints marked on a map. We can get out of the city, just follow my directions.” Jack: “When you’re done, can I borrow your phone? I- I haven’t seen David’s speech. I want to see it.” Rebel: “Yeah, sure, when we’re out of Shiloh.” Jack smiles, “Thanks.”

In the palace, Silas sits in his office by himself. He mutters to himself, “Michelle will come back. God will deliver her safely back to me. Michelle will come back,” He looks upwards, “Do you hear that? You’re going to bring my little girl safely back to me, just like you guided her through her illness! You’ve done nothing but bless me, I know I have no reason to ask, but please, Michelle has to come home!” He starts to sob, “Please, just keep her safe. Keep her safe. Keep her safe! You can forsake me, but please, don’t forsake Michelle! Whatever happens, keep her safe!”

In the SUV, Jack holds a phone and watches David speak. He, deep, shaking breath, and tears fill his eyes. Michelle leans her head against Jack’s shoulder and watches David speak. Jack, softly, “This is God’s doing. David came back from the dead.” Michelle, “He was never dead, we just thought he was.” Jack wipes his eyes, “This is a miracle. There’s absolutely no other explanation for it. David’s alive, and we’re out of the palace, and we’re going to go be with David! How does that happen?” Michelle gently takes the phone. Jack: “What are you doing? It’s not over!” Michelle: “At the end of his speech, David says something, and, I think you should hear it from me, first.” Jack: “What?” Michelle: “We have a brother. His name is Seth, and Dad’s been keeping him secret.” Jack bewildered, “What?” Michelle: “It’s what David said, and that’s all I know, but… I asked Mom. She said she knew about him.” Jack: “Is… is he sick?” Michelle, tearing up: “I don’t know. But when we get to Gath, I’m going to be the one who talks to Dad. You can go do whatever it is you want with David, but I need to be the one who talks to Dad.” Jack nods, “Okay.” He puts his hand on Michelle’s arm and squeezes it reassuringly, and Michelle gives him her best smile back.

In David’s room, there’s a knock at the door. Asher goes up and gets it, “Yes?” Jack and Michelle stand on the other side. Jack looks past Asher, “David?” David hears Jack’s voice, and jumps out of the bed. Jack pushes past Asher, and sees David standing there. David runs to Jack and grabs him in a tight embrace, “Jack!” David laughs, cries, and kisses Jack passionately. Jack, whispering, “I thought you were dead.” David, “I thought you were dead!” David kisses Jack again and again. Jack, “Dad made me watch a feed of the raid. I thought I’d watched you die!” David, “I love you, I love you!” Jack, “I love you.” David sobs, and sinks to his knees, overwhelmed. Jack kneels beside him and holds him. Michelle enters the room behind them, and looks around, awkwardly, “I know you all are looking for an explanation, and I swear, you’ll get one, but I have to call my dad and tell him I’m safe.”

Michelle enters an empty hotel room, and turns on the light. She looks around at the shabby furnishings, and drops her backpack on the bed. She unzips it, rummages around inside for a moment, and pulls out her phone. She sits on the bed and turns it on. In Shiloh, someone goes into Silas’s office, where he sits alone, “Sir, we’ve got a phone call from Princess Michelle. Would you like her to be put on facetime?” Silas, his face lighting up, “Yes!” (“Numb” Jamelia) In Gath, Silas appears on Michelle’s phone, “Michelle? Oh, thank God you’re safe! Where are you?” Michelle, unemotional, “I’m in Gath with Jack.” Silas, furious, “What did he do to you?!” Michelle tries to speak but Silas keeps interrupting, “I’m sending a team to rescue you right now! I swear to god I’m going to kill that ungrateful little faggot with my bare hands for doing this to you! Did Shepherd have anything to do with this?!” Michelle barks, “Stop interrupting me, Silas!” Silas backs off. Michelle: “Jack did nothing. I’m the one who broke him out. We escaped to Gath together, and right now, he and David are fucking. You’re going to answer some questions, Silas.” Fear crawls into Silas’s heart. He’s fucked up, and Michelle is in control. “What do you want to know?” Michelle takes a deep breath, “How long have Jack and I had a brother?” Silas, “Nine years.” Michelle: “So he was conceived while I was sick.” “Yes.” “Who’s his mother?” Silas: “Helen Chawla.” Michelle’s eyes widen in shock, “Helen? Helen was my favorite nurse! She’d bring me cookies! She left the hospital to have a baby! Was that baby Seth?” Silas, deeply ashamed, “Yes.” Michelle’s voice lowers, showing a tiny bit of emotion for the first time, “Is he like me?” Silas hesitates, but then answers, “Yes.” Michelle is hurt in a way she’s never been hurt before, but she refuses to show her anger and sadness. Silas: “I am so sorry, puppy.” Michelle, still holding back all her emotion, “Why didn’t you tell us?” Silas: “All of this, everything I’ve done, has been to protect you.” Michelle: “Were you protecting me when you fucked Helen?” Silas: “Michelle, please…” Michelle: “When were you going to tell us?” Silas: “When the time was right.” Michelle: “And when is that time? When he needs a new heart? When he’s dead?” Silas, tearing up, “Please, don’t destroy this monarchy!” Michelle: “I’m not destroying anything, Silas, you are! If the monarchy fails, it’s entirely your fault! All the pain you’ll feel, every bit of suffering you’ll experience, you brought it upon yourself, and no one else! You deserve all of it! You knew I was sick, you knew it was genetic, and you had another child! I don’t know how many times that I told you I never want to put another child through what I went through, and you did, and then you lied to my face about it! Seth is suffering because of your mistake! You don’t even know how much of a monster you are!” Silas weeps, “I’m so sorry, Michelle. Please, can you forgive me?” Michelle shakes her head, “No. You hurt me. You hurt Jack. You hurt Seth. You hurt everyone you claim to love. I can never forgive that.” Silas: “Can you at least cry?” Michelle: “No, Silas, no. You aren’t worth it.” Michelle ends the call. Silas stares helplessly at a blank screen, “Michelle! Michelle! Please, Michelle!” In their room, Jack and dAvid make love. Michelle sits on the bed, and her emotions sweep over her. Jack lays on David’s shoulder. Michelle looks like she’s going to cry, but she stops herself and takes a deep breath. Jack: “I don’t ever want to be king.” David: “Why?” Michelle looks around the room, and sees the faint blue of sunrise in her window. Jack: “I don’t ever want to turn into my father.” Michelle stands up, and walks over to the window. She puts her hand on the glass, and looks out at sunrise over the city.

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