artus
Viper Pilot
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Post by artus on Apr 15, 2006 4:02:05 GMT -6
Now there were several noises in the hall.
Then somebody knocked loudly on the door and shouted:
"Hey you in there. Come out with your hands up or we're going to have to come in shooting!"
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Post by Brie on Apr 15, 2006 18:49:02 GMT -6
A terrified look crossed Abby's face. "What do you know about Ange?"
Brie shuddered again. "The hero of the Agro Ship my a$$.....he's not what he seems, Abby. Deep down he's nothing more than a perverted, twisted masochist."
Abby gasped. "What do you know?" she repeated.
"Abby, the truth is that Ange, well...he's..." Another loud knock on the door interrupted Brie's sentence. "What the frack is going on out there?"
"Hey you in there. Come out with your hands up or we're going to have to come in shooting!" a voice on the other side of the door ordered.
“Hold on,” Brie said to Abby. “I’ll handle this, but you’d better do what they say. Some of the security officers tend to be a bit trigger happy.”
“Hold your fire,” Brie screamed at the door. “I’m opening it.” She grabbed her walker, more for effect than because she needed it, and opened the door. Two of the blackshirts came bursting in, weapons raised.
“Hands up,” one of them ordered.
Brie refused. “Do you have any idea who I am?” Both men shook their heads no. “I’m Major Brie, commanding officer of Gold Squadron. I’d advise you to lower your weapons immediately.”
“What about her?” the second man asked, aiming towards Abby.
“She happens to be a friend of mine, and her daughter is about to undergo a dangerous operation,” Brie explained, authority in her voice. “The medical staff knows that we’re in here, and we weren’t to be disturbed."
“Sorry, Ma’am,” the first blackshirt said, cautiously lowering his weapon. “It’s just that a dangerous prisoner has escaped, and we were told he was in here.”
“We’re alone,” Brie assured him. “Now who is this prisoner?”
“Artus,” the second man said.
“Artus?” Brie repeated. “You mean Lieutenant Artus? Since when is he a prisoner or dangerous? I realize that he was being held for questioning on his disappearance but he was not ever to be treated as a prisoner."
"With all due respect, Ma'am," the first blackshirt started, "you don't know what happened."
"No I don't," Brie said. "All I know is that you've been running around, weapons drawn, threatening people who haven't done a thing to you. This is a Sick Bay, for Sagan's sake, you need to treat this place with a little more respect. Now I want you to leave your name and pertinent information for me with the duty nurse, you’re both on report. Good bye.”
The stunned blackshirts left, closing the door behind them. Brie took another deep breath. "Sorry about that," she said to Abby. "Now where were we?"
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 17, 2006 5:07:45 GMT -6
"Talking about Ange?" Abby prompted. "I didn't know you knew him. I mean, I heard about what he'd done to help save the agro ship. He works security there..."
Abby's heart pounded. She prayed to the lords that Brie didn't know anything more than that about that daggit Ange....
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Post by Brie on Apr 17, 2006 7:54:39 GMT -6
“I don’t know Ange,” Brie started. “I’ve only met him twice. The second time was on the Agro Ship, not long before I passed out and was brought back here.” She paused for a micron. “When Amy was rooming with me for those few sectons, back when the barracks weren’t safe for her, she talked about Ange all the time. She told me about all his warrior stories and the legendary ship he had been on. From the way she described him I thought he had been a wonderful influence on her life and was actually pleased that she had been able to have such a friend growing up. Shows what a fool I am.”
Abby looked curiously at Brie, still slightly nervous. “So when was the first time that you met him?”
Brie pulled her chair totally away from the door, moving it right next to another one. “You’d better sit down,” she suggested and Abby did so. Brie moved very close, her voice just above a whisper. “Ange was on the Galactica, in rehab from his knee injury. One night he was making a racket outside of the quarters where I was staying. I went to see what the problem was. I had no idea who he was or anything about him, just that he was falling down drunk. I helped him up, started to get him back to his room. He said he needed something from the supply closet and...” Brie stopped, unable to look Abby in the eye.
"Brie, what are you saying?" Abby asked slowly.
"I'm sorry, Abby, but Ange is Amy's biological father."
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 17, 2006 18:48:53 GMT -6
Abby sat in silence, just looking at the floor. Then she began to shake her head a little, and started to laugh. It was a strange laugh, and it quickly turned into crying as Abby's face twisted up and tears came to her eyes. Was there anything that the Lords didn't mind throwing at her? How much did they think she could take?
She had to hear it though. "He raped you, didn't he" she said when she finally found her voice again. "And Amy was the result? Is that what you are telling me?"
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Post by Brie on Apr 18, 2006 11:15:43 GMT -6
Brie nodded slowly. "Yeah. I tried to tell you once before, back in that secton when I stayed with you right before Amy was born. I remember that Elmer left the room before I said it, he didn’t want to hear about my ‘loose morals.’ But with you, well, I just got the feeling that you didn’t believe me.”
“I didn’t,” Abby replied honestly. “I thought that you were...”
“I know what you thought,” Brie interrupted. “But it doesn’t matter. Abby, maybe now you understand why I want the genetic tests so badly. If we on paper prove that Amy is your daughter and not mine, then no one, especially Ange, will ever know what that he got me pregnant. The thought of that man thinking that he has some sort of claim on Amy...”
“Plus your reputation as well,” Abby reminded Brie. “He’d probably say that it was consensual.”
“I could handle that. It’s Amy that I worry about. She looks up to him, I'd hate to think that she'd want to get to know him even better. Please, Abby, consider the tests.”
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 19, 2006 8:52:19 GMT -6
"You know... In some twisted way" Abby said, "it makes sense. Amy was always so fond of Ange. She had a connection with him, and that they'd end up related shouldn't be of any surprise. Except for the how, I guess. And you're sure Ange has no idea who Amy is to him?"
Brie shook her head.
"I suppose" Abby said, "two people who are related but don't know it consciously still connect on some level when they meet. Look at you and Amy. She doesn't know but still formed a very deep connection with you."
She shook her head suddenly. "That daggit. What he did to you. How did you ever make it through it all?" She didn't expect an answer, and didn't wait for one. Another thought had entered her mind.
"If I'd only known back then who'd attacked you..." She started to say. She'd decided that Brie needed to know the whole truth about Ange and Amy, even if it meant Brie would hate her forever for letting it happen.
"Brie" Abby said, "I can't bear this alone any longer. And even if you hate me for it I have to tell you. And it must stay between the two of us. Okay?"
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Post by Brie on Apr 19, 2006 11:58:10 GMT -6
It was Brie's turn to look nervous. Something was obviously bothering Abby, something more than Amy's conception or even the upcoming surgery. Brie had a new respect for the woman and no matter what Amy had said, Brie knew that Amy had been wrong. Abby did indeed love her daughter. "Sure," she said at last. "I'm good at keeping secrets. Unless, of course, I'm being threatened by an angry mob with pitchforks and the survival of the entire human race is at stake. Then I can't make any promises."
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 20, 2006 5:41:38 GMT -6
Abby hesitated, a small part of her feeling that maybe it should stay a secret. To tell would be like confirming that she'd failed at every part of raising Amy, including keeping her safe. But if Brie knew, then maybe they could both watch out for Amy, both keep an eye on Ange.
She started to feel anxious. Amy was preparing for surgery. Abby wondered how she was holding up, and hoping that Charybdis was helping keep her as calm as she could. Amy looked so pitiful, there on the hospital bed. Even now Abby was powerless to keep her safe...
Tell her. For Amy's sake. She's going to pull through, then Brie and I both can keep her safe... "I found a diary of Amy's" Abby began, "when I was going through her things. I thought she was going to die--" She shrugged. "So much for my faith, huh?"
Brie sat there, listening.
"Anyway, I found out that she'd first met Ange a lot earlier than she says she did. And it's not that she was lying about it, it's just that she doesn't remember. She blocked it out somehow, to the point that she later became friends with him again. But between the diary and some... other facts I learned, I know the truth."
Her face screwed up with the agony of what she had learned. "Brie, you have to believe me. If I'd had any idea at the time I would have killed him. But Amy kept it all so secret... like that she felt like an orphan? This too. She buried it and I never knew...." She let out a little laugh though she wanted to cry. "Seems we're all good at secrets. And lies."
"What did Ange do?" Brie asked. Abby figured she understood but just wanted to hear it out loud. But Abby shook her head, not wanting to explain further. Her breathing became erratic as she grew more and more upset. "They even had pictures..." she managed to wail.
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Post by Brie on Apr 20, 2006 11:58:43 GMT -6
"That son of a daggit..." Brie mumbled. She shivered again, an unspoken reality hitting her. Amy was Ange's biological daughter and he... "Abby, it's not your fault, and it's not Amy's. The blame lies solely on Ange. That sweet drink that he used to give her, made her fall asleep..."
Abby looked blankly at Brie. "What are you talking about?"
Brie shook her head. "I don't know. It's really weird. There are things that I vaguely know since the coma. Amy experienced it too, before, when we were talking. It's almost like we somehow connected when we were both out of it. I know, it sounds crazy."
"Nothing would surprise me anymore," Abby remarked.
"I know what you mean." Brie paused. "These pictures, where are they now? Does Ange have them?"
"They've been destroyed," Abby replied, offering no more information.
"That's good," Brie said softly, "for Amy's sake. Wait a centon, you said 'they' had pictures. Who else was involved?"
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