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san_fransokyo2015-03-23 10:24 pm
bigdamnhiro) wrote in san_fransokyo2015-03-23 10:24 pm
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I'll follow your voice
[To be fair, this started out as a fairly innocuous attempt to find Abigail Callaghan some place to stay besides, well, a homeless shelter.
Started out that way, but not anymore. Because Hiro rarely does things by halves. Maybe he hasn't slept enough to be making these kinds of decisions. Maybe he's going nuts, trying to put the whole world back together, trying to make everything right again, and maybe that's too much pressure for a fourteen-year-old, but he already told her and there's no going back now.
At least he explained some of the situation to her; I have a place you can stay a while, if you need it, and after a moment's hesitation: Plus a way you can see your dad again. But he's in kinda rough shape and you can't tell anybody.
He hasn't told the elder Callaghan anything. Surprising him might be dangerous, but giving him time to try and run away is even worse.
So a few evenings later he waits on a street bench outside Fred's for her to show up. Hiro had thought they'd just pay cab fare for her, but Fred insisted on doing one better.
He sent Heathcliff to pick her up.
He sent Heathcliff to pick her up in the family limousine.
And as if that wasn't enough he packed a bottle of scotch in the backseat cooler, with a note attached reading:
In case you need this 'cuz....yeaaaah - ♥ Fred, I think, unless the ♥ is too weird I dunno]
Started out that way, but not anymore. Because Hiro rarely does things by halves. Maybe he hasn't slept enough to be making these kinds of decisions. Maybe he's going nuts, trying to put the whole world back together, trying to make everything right again, and maybe that's too much pressure for a fourteen-year-old, but he already told her and there's no going back now.
At least he explained some of the situation to her; I have a place you can stay a while, if you need it, and after a moment's hesitation: Plus a way you can see your dad again. But he's in kinda rough shape and you can't tell anybody.
He hasn't told the elder Callaghan anything. Surprising him might be dangerous, but giving him time to try and run away is even worse.
So a few evenings later he waits on a street bench outside Fred's for her to show up. Hiro had thought they'd just pay cab fare for her, but Fred insisted on doing one better.
He sent Heathcliff to pick her up.
He sent Heathcliff to pick her up in the family limousine.
And as if that wasn't enough he packed a bottle of scotch in the backseat cooler, with a note attached reading:
In case you need this 'cuz....yeaaaah - ♥ Fred, I think, unless the ♥ is too weird I dunno]
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Nevertheless, Abigail had not hesitated to enter that luxury vehicle once she realized it was meant for her. She couldn't after having to wait those evenings. Taking the nearest seat by the door, she dropped her backpack at her feet and crossed her crutches over her lap only to then become aware of just how much space was surrounding her. Surprised by not only the space but also the obvious quality, Abigail only then recognized a distinct sense of being out of place as the limousine began to move...and with it came the first shadows of doubt.
The desire to see her father had never waned. It had been her first question to the paramedics while lying on that stretcher headed for the hospital away from the demolished Krei Tech site - where is he, when can I see him - and again it had been asked of her nurse once the tube in her throat breathing for her had been removed during her recovery after she decompensated following her extensive time in hypersleep. Even learning the heavy reality of events before and after her return had not subdued it. No matter what, Abigail had to see her father again.
But until now she had never asked...does he want to see her?
Abigail rode through the streets of San Fransokyo towards the estate in silence, anxiety building despite her best efforts to quiet the mounting concerns piling onto the worry over her father's condition. The only distraction comes from the note left with the scotch. She would have to express her appreciation to Fred for getting a smile out of her with that even though the bottle is left unopened.
It takes too long, but finally, Abigail arrives. Door opened for her by Heathcliff as she adjusts her grip on her crutches for the third time with her pack donned, she manuevers out slowly, forcing herself to focus on the awkward task to avoid tripping. The moment she has her feet under her firmly enough standing, she looks up and around, and her gaze settles on Hiro. Despite her best effort to keep calm in appearance, the worry is etched into her expression for him to see as she steps along the sidewalk towards the bench with the clicking of her crutches sounding in time with each alternate footstep.]
Hiro? [Tone pleading, she fails to muster any better greeting.]
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He hops to his feet as the limo pulls up, anxiously sidling up next to Heathcliff as the butler gets out and walks around to the sidewalk and giving him a hopeful look; Heathcliff only arches an eyebrow at him and opens the door for Abigail to climb out.
She came. His shoulders sag in relief and he offers her a nervous, gap-toothed smile, shoving his hands in his pockets.]
Hey. I uh - listen. [Deep breath. He grimaces.] Listen, your dad is here. Like, inside. Whatever you do, just...try not to freak out? He's not...it's really complicated. [He swallows hard.] He's okay, but stuff's happened. A lot of stuff.