Short Update- After almost three years of nothing! WOW
So turns out my long dead muse is not so dead….I've started writing again, and although this is short, I swear there is more. Its just late, and I'm exhausted.
If you are still interested in this, please let me know.
Josie stared at the piece of paper, frustration evident across her entire face. She couldn't concentrate. Her head was pounding, from the opening of the wormhole, again, to the reappearance of both her clone, and someone who turned out to be Vaughn's brother, and the resulting week that had followed. She didn't like him already. Sara and Victor had welcomed him with open arms, while the other Josie, as Josie herself like to call her, had died her hair black and claimed to be her cousin, Jenny. She was behind her in the lab, currently, working silently on something she had refused to tell Josie the origins of.
This was stupid. She should be resting.
"You should," the other Josie's voice rang out across the lab, and Josie shot her a look.
"Stop reading my mind," she said, annoyed, and the other Josie smiled knowingly.
"Who says I am?" she commented back, and Corrine bit her lip in mirth, watching the exchange with interest. Josie's cousin was interesting. She basically had free reign of the place, and Corrine had never met her, or heard of Josie speak of cousins she even saw on a regular basis growing up.
"Corrine, I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap," Josie announced finally,getting up and storming out of the lab, leaving "Jenny" and Corrine alone, staring at each other.
"What's her deal?" Corrine wondered, and Jenny sighed, shrugging her shoulders silently before getting back to work on the watch in front of her, trying to dissect it.
"She has always acted in that fashion,"Jenny said, and Corrine stared at her strangely for a moment.
"Oh-kay then. Well I'm going to lunch, do you want-"
"I am fine, thank you," Jenny responded, as Corrine left the room, totally weirded out by the presence of the other woman.
"You'd better get used to me," Jenny said under her breath, her gaze troubled. She was not allowed to interfere. This mantra kept repeating itself in her head while she fought to keep her hands steady, trying to figure out the specifics of the watch. She knew she wouldn't be able to. It was the way things were meant to be. But it didn't stop her from trying. Because none of them deserved what was about to happen to them.
"Vaughn?" Josie said in confusion, staring at his still form, resting on his futon in his office, his face turned towards the back of it. She shook his shoulder gently, afraid she'd startle him, and when he came to, he turned his head blearily to face her.
"Your eye," she said, her eyes narrowing, "You did it alone?" she hit him in the shoulder before she could stop herself,"Do you know how stupid that was! You could have been seriously hurt!" she said, amazed at the fear that was making its way through her veins. Why was she so worried about Vaughn's well being?
"Good afternoon to you too, Trent," he said sarcastically, rubbing his shoulder where she'd punched him and attempting to sit up, wincing slightly.
"Seriously. You're a wreck!" she commented, plopping down next to him on the couch, stifling a yawn.
"I think we have a pot calling the kettle black situation going on here," he told her, and she rolled her eyes, fighting the pain in her skull.
"At least I didn't try it alone!" she said, maneuvering herself so that she was laying down, her head resting on her hands as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling better already,"And you heard what your…brother said about Avenir. He could come back through that!"
"And so could Lucas," Vaughn pointed out, and Josie frowned.
"I'm taking a nap," She said in response,"I'll see you tonight. Nine. Same place," he nodded tiredly, and got up from his futon, walking towards the door.
"You want some…"
"Spaghetti. Meatballs…no cheese," she yawned, closing her eyes, and he couldn't help but smile at her as her body relaxed into slumber. He was having a hard time being stoic towards her. As angry as he was, she was melting his defenses as every week went by.
They still weren't talking in public, but in private their conversations had morphed into something almost normal, routine, like the witty banter they had exchanged while attending Blake Holsey as students.
Vaughn rounded the corner, and bumped into his brother, who gave him a strange look, and turned around, going in the other direction. Vaughn didn't catch the pity in it Michael's gaze, but it was there.
"Jo-"Michael opened the door to the lab, and Jenny shot him a look.
"There are cameras in here," she said, slightly aggravated, and he frowned.
"He's screwing it up," Michael said, and she rolled her eyes.
"We are not in charge of the specifics, Micheal, only the end result. Surely you remember that from your training. Or did Avenir really have that much of an effect on you?" Jenny questioned, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Then maybe you are right. How do we ensure that this happens?" he asked her, and she glanced down at the watch hesitantly.
"You know that's not the answer," he added a second later ,and she shot him a look.
"This is not fair to any of them. Perhaps this was a mistake," she ventured, and he shook his head.
"You are worse than I am," he told her, walking towards the door,"You know what has to happen," he closed the door just as she opened her mouth.
"That doesn't mean I want it to," she whispered, staring down at the watch in aggravation.