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edge_of_forever2012-09-18 09:44 pm
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Lost and Found (OPEN)
Sept 18, 2012 - 1:26 pm
Newt had spent the last weeks in the ducts. Leaving only to go to the bathroom and eat when she got hungry enough. She had avoided any contact with anyone so far. Maybe they thought she was gone too. Maybe it was better that way.
When Brisco disappeared she'd lay in the bed of his empty room and cried. She was there for days. Everything of him had been stripped away. Including his scent. If she didn't have stills on her communicator it would be as if he never was.
Everybody left.
She'd retreated to the ducts and didn't come out. It was safer there. No one could sneak up on you. No one to see you. No one to care about. If she cared they would be taken.
She had visited her room only to collect Molly, her doll. The white stuffed rabbit Nuada had given her was guarding her bed. It was too bulky to take. She didn't feel like trying to keep clean. Maybe being grimy and smelly would keep people away. She had taken to sleeping most of the time. Dreams were better when they came, then reality. The nightmares only woke her for a little while. Then she'd sleep some more.
Most of the time she didn't feel like eating. Her overalls and tee had become too big on her. It didn't matter. Only Kasumi came and went. Occasionally trying to draw her out.
Then Kasumi stopped coming.
Her room was empty. Her closet as well.
Newt stopped her lessons and didn't even send back the math problems Mr. Baltar sent. He'd be next if she didn't stay away.
Unable to stand the hungry anymore Newt scouted the unoccupied kitchen. She knew there was a replicator there. And considering the few natural foodstuff's around it was unlikely anyone would visit. Even if there were carrots and green onions in the fridge.
She stood before the replicator and asked for a cupcake.
Newt had spent the last weeks in the ducts. Leaving only to go to the bathroom and eat when she got hungry enough. She had avoided any contact with anyone so far. Maybe they thought she was gone too. Maybe it was better that way.
When Brisco disappeared she'd lay in the bed of his empty room and cried. She was there for days. Everything of him had been stripped away. Including his scent. If she didn't have stills on her communicator it would be as if he never was.
Everybody left.
She'd retreated to the ducts and didn't come out. It was safer there. No one could sneak up on you. No one to see you. No one to care about. If she cared they would be taken.
She had visited her room only to collect Molly, her doll. The white stuffed rabbit Nuada had given her was guarding her bed. It was too bulky to take. She didn't feel like trying to keep clean. Maybe being grimy and smelly would keep people away. She had taken to sleeping most of the time. Dreams were better when they came, then reality. The nightmares only woke her for a little while. Then she'd sleep some more.
Most of the time she didn't feel like eating. Her overalls and tee had become too big on her. It didn't matter. Only Kasumi came and went. Occasionally trying to draw her out.
Then Kasumi stopped coming.
Her room was empty. Her closet as well.
Newt stopped her lessons and didn't even send back the math problems Mr. Baltar sent. He'd be next if she didn't stay away.
Unable to stand the hungry anymore Newt scouted the unoccupied kitchen. She knew there was a replicator there. And considering the few natural foodstuff's around it was unlikely anyone would visit. Even if there were carrots and green onions in the fridge.
She stood before the replicator and asked for a cupcake.
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This was the guy who was teaching basic self defense. Or was. She hadn't been to a class since the one where she managed to kick him in a bad place before the explosions made everyone run. She didn't even know if classes resumed after Narnia. And Narnia seemed a lifetime ago.
"I was just trying to get a cupcake," she stepped away. Maybe she wasn't hungry after all. It had only been.... how long since she ate? She stopped looking at time a while back.
The fact that no one noticed she was gone was a good thing. Maybe no one else would get taken.
A bag of some sort of jerky appeared in the machine. The writing looked French or close to it. Maybe it was from earth.
She had her food stashes. She hadn't used any because the machines still worked. But if Logan wanted the jerky he was welcome to it. It was miles away from a surgary cupcake.
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He takes the bag of jerky [not a bad score] and grumbles "Hey you -give me a damn cupcake." True to form [because he doesn't actually want one], the computer does: red velvet with a marzipan maple leaf on the frosting. Har freakin' har. He holds it out to the kid.
"You're mighty dirty, bub."
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Besides you were vulnerable in a shower, and it was too much effort. Too much everything.
Newt takes the treat with a hint of a smile. "Thanks. It must like you better."
Maybe he could get it to dispense something to drink other than that awful tomato celery stuff. "It won't ever give me pop, or fruit juice. Just some vegetable drink and something that smells like pine cleaner. I've been making do with water. I think this one's more broke than the others."
She peeled the paper away from the cupcake and took a tentative bite. Looks could be deceiving as well. She was pleasantly surprised that it tasted a little more chocolaty than red velvet usually did. That wasn't a bad thing.
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"Guess there hasn't been so much going on for you with Brisco not around." He can sympathize -Brisco pulling a Houdini had put a dent in his social calendar, too.
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"I'm a jinx. I start to like someone and they go away or die. So I'm staying away. Everyone's safer that way." She choked down the last of the cupcake and wiped her fingers on the thighs of her overalls. "Actually, it might be safer if I hate someone."