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WHO: Sarah + Laura + later Kiden
WHERE: Kiden and Laura's place.
WHEN: March 2nd, right after this.
WARNINGS: Self harm. Oh and possibly Kiden's mouth idk.
SUMMARY: BAAAAAAAW
FORMAT: no

She had been listening.

She was ordered to wait in the room. Not to hurt anyone in the apartment. To rest, if she wanted. The last part was unusual. If she wanted?

She was not tired. Tried to sleep, regardless. It was an order.

But there was noise. Talking. Sharp and loud in her ears. So she listened. She heard every word. The crying, too.

She did not understand.

There were names she did not know. One was Kiden - the girl who was crying - part of the Facility? Unfamiliar. And Laura. Unknown.

They were talking about her, as well. She could tell. But she did not understand.

This was not the Facility. She could not leave the Facility unless there was a mission.

She was told she had a mission. Before being here. But she awoke here and she could not complete it. The Facility was not here. She had searched for it and failed.

She had failed. Then where was her punishment?

She had not been punished. Instead, she was here, with Doctor Kinney and this crying girl that she was not supposed to kill.

Wait in the room. That was the order. So she sat with back pinned against the wall, and listened.

She had been dragging her claws across the inside of her arm the whole time. Going over cross marks that had begun to fade. Thinking about Kimura breaking every bone in her body again and again and again because she failed.

Waiting.

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Laura didn't say anything.

It didn't surprise Kiden, really. Hell, sometimes the Laura she knew didn't feel like talking, wouldn't do more than tilt her head in answer to a question. It was going to take a lot more than a casual greeting to get a response out of Laura at this age, in this state.

Kiden wanted to be angry, to shout and to kick something—maybe the door, but the wall would do—but none of this was Laura's fault. She couldn't blame her for a single thing, and wouldn't, either. Instead of anger, there was a dull aching lodged behind her ribs, and it reminded her, hazily, of the time Laura had disappeared from the City during the night, so many months ago.

She thought long and hard about what to say, and even when she managed to find the words, her tongue felt heavy, as if it were made of lead and could not be moved.

She flexed her fingers awkwardly, and then dug her hands into her pockets.

“I guess Sa—your mom told you about everything, huh,” she eventually managed to say, voice not ranking much above a whisper, “And I know that you don't know me, so hey. I'm Kiden.”

The information being nothing new to her, she remained silent and kept looking at Kiden, to see if she would say something more.

No reply yet again. Not unexpected, but disheartening nonetheless.

She moved across the room, no longer sure of what to say. There was only so much good an introduction would do, and Kiden knew that 'So, in a few years time you're gonna be my girlfriend, and I'm going to make you really awesome bacon sandwiches in the morning,' was about as far from appropriate as she could hope to achieve.

And so Kiden sat on the edge of the bed, back rigid, not too close to Laura—but not so far away that she would appear apprehensive or hesitant in her actions.

She picked up the book and turned it in her hands, studying the cover and then the back upside-down, before flicking through it, picking up odd words and phrases.

“Any good?” Kiden asked, not expecting anything in the way of an answer.

She blinked. The question did not seem too serious, and she did not have much of a reply to it. She was starting to wonder if Kiden had come in with the purpose of saying anything specific, as what she had been saying so far seemed trivial and unimportant, and if she had not, what reason did she have to come in?

After a few more moments of silence, she finally said:

"Who are you?"

When Laura finally replied, Kiden almost wish she hadn't.

She heard her voice before the words, and it made her heart jolt in her chest, happy before she could line the pieces up—and then the familiarity of it began to sting. It was Laura's voice, the last damn thing she heard before sleeping and what she woke up to, when her mind was too clouded with sleep to make sense of the world outside dreams.

But it was what she was saying that didn't fit. She saw Laura's lips move, but it was as if somebody else was using her mouth to give voice to their thoughts. Who was she? The words were foreign, heavy, and Kiden swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to shake off the feeling of nausea that had spread down to her fingertips and toes.

She rested her elbow against her knee, her forehead against her palm, and closed her eyes.

“I'm your friend, Laura.”

That made her tilt her head. She had never had a friend.

Kiden looked very upset. More than that - she looked like Megan after she broke off her handcuffs and removed the gag from her mouth, curled up in a corner, so weak that she could not get up to her feet without assistance. She was not sure why it reminded her of that, but she thought that Kiden might use assistance as well, although, as far as she was aware, she had not just been freed from captivation by a child kidnapper. Which left her with the question of what kind of assistance, exactly, she required.

Eventually, she reached out and touched Kiden's arm; just with the tips of her fingers, but not too lightly.

Kiden turned her head, taken aback by the sudden contact. She watched for a moment, scared that if she so much as breathed Laura would pull back, and then moved her gaze away from Laura's fingers, up to her face. Maybe she was confused; Kiden didn't trust herself enough to be able to read her expression, anymore.

But Laura had reached out to her, and that was a good thing—Kiden wasn't sure what she should do, to show her how much she appreciated it. Wasn't sure how much was too much.

Bringing her hand up, she covered Laura's fingers with her own, equally as lightly, for the briefest of seconds. She withdrew her hand as soon as she touched her, bringing it back to rest by her side.

She smiled a little, but didn't feel it. “Thanks, Laura.”

Even though she smiled, Kiden did not seem much happier. Studying her for a while, she drew her hand away from Kiden and dropped it to the bed, feeling that she had not served much of a purpose by touching her.

She paused, sniffed, and then got up to her feet and walked out of the room, not caring much whether or not she was being followed. Kiden's scent was very strong, and all over the apartment; she followed it around, from being pressed against the door, to walking down the hallway, to the shower, then back out of it and into the room she first found herself in.

It was not just Kiden's scent which was prominent in the apartment. She could sense the smell of a teenage boy, and a girl the same age, both of which she did not recognize, and another girl, one that smelled like make-up and leather and, if she inhaled harder, focused more-

Smelled like her.

She closed her eyes. Sniffed again. There was no doubting it. It was her.

She had not just been there since that morning. She had been there for a long while. She sensed herself in every single room.

When she got to the bedroom - which was, by the scent of it, most certainly Kiden's - she stopped dead in the center of it, and her nostrils flared.

Kiden stood with one hand against the door frame as she watched Laura make her way around the apartment, not sure what she was hoping to achieve, but glad that she was actually doing something, without the need to be prompted. She moved in a circle, and when she came back around to the room, Kiden stepped to the side, thinking she wanted to come back in.

But she kept walking—apparently aimlessly, as far as Kiden could tell—until she reached the door of Kiden's room. Kiden had been determined not to interfere, but seeing her make her way into the room made her heart sink. Glancing back at Sarah wide-eyed, she hurried across the apartment, and followed Laura in.

She didn't think it was a good idea for her to be here. She didn't know exactly how much Laura could sense, but everything in the room—the bedsheets, the clothes, even the floors and walls—must've smelled of her. Not sure of what to say or how to react now that Laura was in the centre of the room, Kiden bit down on her lower lip and asked:

“Everything okay, Laura?”

For a minute, she stayed still, taking in everything she could of the room. She did not reply, and it was as though Kiden wasn't present at all - until she turned to her.

She stopped to think for a moment, then placed her hands around Kiden's wrists and pushed her towards the bed until her legs hit the side of it. She then moved her hands to Kiden's shoulders, pushed her down on the mattress, and positioned herself above her, legs around Kiden's midsection, hands placed on both sides of her on the bed.

She did not move any further, looking down at Kiden's face.

Kiden let Laura move, for a moment, not certain where she was going with it; as Laura took hold of her wrists, Kiden reluctantly stepped backwards, uncomfortable already. When she pushed her against the bed, it fully cemented the idea into Kiden's mind that this really was just some incredibly fucked-up dream. One that she wasn't going to wake up from, but a fucked-up dream nonetheless.

Laura was on top of her, straddling her—Kiden wasn't sure if she should've felt sick, but she did, from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat. Laura was—shit, she had no idea what Laura thought she was doing, what she hoped to achieve, and she didn't even want to think about it too hard.

She didn't want to move, to give Laura any hint that she should continue what she was doing; she didn't want to touch her, to be able to feel her legs clamped down around her.

And so she laid there, heart pounding against her chest, terrified that Sarah was going to walk in at any moment, or worse, that Laura might move, might try something else. Kiden stared at her, hard, not speaking, scared in some foolish way.

She turned her head to the side, eyes fixing on the wall closest to the bed, and said in a very quiet voice, “You need to stop this, Laura. Get off of me.”

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The moment the last of the words left Kiden's mouth, she swiftly swung her legs over to one side and, hands still planted on the mattress, thrust her body forward so that she was sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling down.

In the room, she could smell the sex, the scents of their bodies tangled together. Yet Kiden was upset.

Was that not what she was supposed to be doing?

Kiden didn't know what she would've done if Laura hadn't moved of her own accord. She wasn't sure how easy it would be to force her off, without it seeming like she was angry at her—without scaring her.

Laying there, staring at Laura's back, Kiden slipped into No Time. Just for a moment, just so that she could clear her head. The room was overtaken by a thick haze—nothing visible, nothing clouding; more of a feeling, really. She was in control, here. She could take her time, figure things out, and there'd be no one to interrupt her.

Of course, she always came back to the same conclusion: that there was nothing beyond what she already understood to figure out. Kiden sat up with a start, and swung her legs around the side of the bed, so that she was sitting next to Laura. Laura who—hell, Kiden didn't want to torment herself any more by staring through No Time at her.

Tapping Laura very lightly on the arm, Kiden shifted back into the regular time stream, and the air felt as heavy as it had moments before.

She turned her head to face Laura, and considered her words carefully.

“Look, Laura. I'm not sure what you think you sniffed out—an' I know how crazy your senses can be—but that's not something you should be thinking about doing. That you was different. Older. Definitely older. You shouldn't—don't ever feel as if you have to do that kind of thing for me. Or anyone, for that matter.

“It's just that I know you don't remember me, and I realise you don't understand what's going on, but I want you to be happy, Laura. To do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

She was silent.

What Kiden said was reminiscent of what Doctor Kinney had spoken of. She had given up trying to make sense of it already, although she paid attention to every word.

She looked down at the floor.

'Happy'.

Kiden considered placing a hand against Laura's shoulder to comfort her, but found her hand hovering in midair, not quite willing to commit to the motion. Maybe physical contact wasn't the most appropriate thing, right now. Whether she meant that for Laura or herself wasn't clear, and so Kiden settled for leaning forward a little, trying to put herself on the same level as Laura.

It was becoming more and more evident that nothing she was going to say would get through to Laura. Still, that didn't mean Kiden wouldn't be stubborn, and most likely end up making things worse; it wasn't worth giving up, just yet.

“Hey,” she said, and this time she did reach out and place a hand against Laura's shoulder, without so much as thinking about it, “What do you want to do?”

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