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» Nevermore, 8th Dec 2014, Keiran
Georgianna Lennox
 Posted: Jan 30 2014, 06:24 AM
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8th December 2014
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Her feet were numb. Actually, it wasn't just her feet. Her entire body was numb. She'd given up on trying to stop the cold shaking her body, it hurt more trying to stop it than letting it continue. The cold had seeped in further and further, and by the time she came to the door she remembered, she could no longer feel it.

She'd received a great deal of odd looks, being dressed as she was and with the lack of shoes. She supposed they thought she was homeless, but not many people had the resources to give things away, even if they felt bad for her. She didn't mind much. The only thing to do was to keep walking. To get back.

Slipping through the door, Georgianna carefully climbed the stairs. She kept a tight hold of the bannister, taking effort to place each foot on the step. Not being able to feel them made it difficult.

When she reached the door, she wanted to scream and cry in relief. She'd wondered whether he'd be here, whether he was even alive or safe. She'd been told nothing. From the fact she'd been released, she could only assume that Keiran had gone through with Caesar's demands, but what if he'd been killed in the process? There was nothing for it except to find out, except, she wasn't sure she was ready for it. Day after day of not knowing had worn her down. Maybe it was better, not knowing that the worst was true.

Even if he was safe, would he be here? Would he have returned to the Eighth? There was only one way to know.

Georgianna banged her fist three times against the door, and didn't feel a single one.


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Keiran repeatedly tapped his index finger against the mouth of the bottle sitting between his legs, one leg pulled up against his chest and the other stretched out on the bed. It had taken hours for his legs to fully function after Caesar had shot him and with the vehicles disabled it had taken him even longer to get back to the city. Keiran had considered going to the Eighth as he'd reached the outskirts of Adlai but in his current condition he'd decided that he'd do more harm than good. The sticky remains of the shock bullet was still plastered to his shirt, something he didn't want to explain, and he felt like crap so he'd headed to the apartment instead.

Upon getting there Keiran had slipped out of his clothes, which he'd ditched on the floor, pulled on a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt before grabbing a bottle of alcohol to camp the bedroom with. With Caesar deciding to incapacitate him before leaving Keiran couldn't help but wonder if the fucker would go back on their deal. The Adveni had never liked him, that much had been obvious, but was it enough that he'd keep George to spite him? The thought had kept him awake for some time until the booze and exhaustion finally had sleep claim him.

Keiran had woken up again in the early morning hours. He wasn't sure what time it was but he didn't feel like sleeping anymore. Looking towards the window, a sigh slipped from his lips. How long would he have to wait until Caesar let George go? There'd be no reason for him to keep her but having never really understood how the man's mind worked it was hard to say. He reached up to rub a hand over his face. Sitting there, wondering, was quickly driving him crazy.

How the hell had things turned out this way?!

As three loud bangs echoed through the apartment, Keiran's head snapped towards the hallway. Someone was at the door. Remaining in the bed for a moment, he took a slow breath and let it out. Was he imagining things now? She was the only one who knew about the apartment aside from Caesar and Maric. Pushing his legs over the edge, Keiran set the bottle down on the floor as he slowly got up and approached the door. Reaching up he twisted the lock, pressed the handle down and opened.

Seeing her standing on the other side sent a mix of relief and horror through Keiran. She was alive. Caesar hadn't decided to keep her. The smile that had begun to surface quickly turned into a grimace when he saw the state of her. For all his promises Caesar had still had her beaten. Guilt filled him as he watched her. Keiran frowned, reaching out to gently cup his hand over her check, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Taking a step out of the doorway he wrapped his other arm around her shoulders as he enveloped her in a hug.

"Damnit," he mumbled quietly.


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 Posted: Jan 30 2014, 04:40 PM
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It was taking too long. He wasn't answering the door. He wasn't here. She didn't imagine that it would be immediate, but as she stood there, one hand still resting against the door, she couldn't help but feel like all was lost.

She stepped closer to the door, leaning forward to rest her head against the wood.

Wait.

Was that?

Georgianna lifted her head. Had she heard movement, or had it been the sound of her putting her head against the door? No. There it was again. Footsteps. Coming closer. She stepped back to avoid the door hitting her in the face.

Her mind felt as numb as her body. She couldn't form a coherent thought as she saw him standing there. She wanted to feel relief, or overwhelming love and devotion. She would have been happy with anger that he'd gone against what she'd told him to do, which was to forget about her. She just felt... cold.

But despite the numbness in her brain, her body still knew what to do. Tears welled in her eyes, and she leaned into his hand against her cheek.

He stepped forward, wrapping his arm tightly around her and pulling her in against him. For a moment, she just stood there, her arms feeling like dead weights at her side.

Snap - out - of - it!

Georgianna brushed her fingers against his waist before taking a proper hold. His skin was warm, too warm against her frozen body. It was like standing against an oven, yet her hands were moving further around his body, delving into the fire, clinging to him tightly as he murmured maybe not the most conventional greeting. She mumbled a quiet laugh.

"I hate Adveni," she murmured.


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 Posted: Jan 31 2014, 04:27 PM
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He noticed the moment of hesitation when his arm wrapped around her and pulled her into a hug and for Keiran the time it took for her to respond was long enough for him to wonder if she blamed him for being kidnapped and beaten. She had every right to blame him for that. He'd decided to side with the Adveni for the sake of his own well-being and he'd gotten involved with her, not even considering what would come out of his decision.

All of his doubts about how Georgianna felt about him disappeared when her arms finally slipped around his waist. Breathing out, he nestled his face against her hair and hugged her tighter. As he stood there he could feel her mouth move into what felt like a smile, or maybe she was trying to say something. The words that escaped her forced a chuckle from him that sounded more strained than anything.

"That makes two of us," he mumbled back.

Keiran would have been content just standing there but the longer he held her the more he realised just how cold she was. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pushed back from her, watching her for a moment. He didn't even know where to start but what he knew was that he wanted to make her feel better. Sweeping an arm around her shoulder Keiran ushered her inside. Closing the door behind them he lead her into the bedroom where he pressed his lips against her temple.

"Sit," he urged her.

Grabbing a couple of blankets he slid down next to her on the bed and wrapped the first blanket around her shoulders and the second around her legs. Pulling her closer, he kept one arm wrapped around her and used the other to pull her legs over his knees so that he could help warm her up. Resting his cheek against the top of her head, he silently held her and listened to the sound of her breathing.

"Did he do this?" Keiran asked finally. "Did he hurt you?"


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There was so much they needed to talk about. So many answers to questions she'd been asking herself since the moment Caesar had shown up at Dimitri's door. She needed those answers, but she couldn't ask him, not right now.

Nodding against his shoulder as he said that he hated the Adveni too, Georgianna realised that, right now, it was all she needed to know.

She leaned against him, his arm around her shoulders, and let him lead her into the apartment. She paused, making sure he locked the door behind them, and traipsed, numb, through to the bedroom, sluggish. The cold did that to you, she remembered.

Sitting down on the bed, she closed her eyes, leaning back on the headboard. The blankets felt good, but not enough. She curled into Keiran's side, bending to his will, her head slumping against the front of his shoulder. Her hands found his skin again, winding her arms around his waist.

"No," she said quietly. "Not him. Not himself."

Georgianna opened her eyes again. The black was too similar to the black inside the bag they'd put over her head. Too close to the fear as she waited for each blow. She stared blankly past him.

"He handed me off. Keeping himself distant from it, I guess," she said. "Yesterday. He told them when to drop me off, but past that... I don't think he cared enough to tell them not to. I don't know if he was there."

A shiver went through her, and Georgianna drew her legs in a little, keeping them across his lap.

"Keiran..." she whispered. "They're... They're dead, aren't they? The generals."


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Keiran had never been the kind of guy to pick sides. As a cop he'd decided that the risks he'd been forced to take by patrolling the streets didn't balance out with how much he'd earned. For a price he'd looked the other way. Hell, he'd even lied in court when a sufficient amount of money had been offered to him. After the Adveni arrived he'd applied the same way of thinking to the struggle between the Eighth and the Adveni. It had worked for some time but after meeting Caesar, and finding himself in a situation he'd never been in before, he was starting to reevulating what he was doing.

Keiran held George close, slowly rubbing her hand up and down her arm to try and warm her up a little faster. Hearing that Caesar hadn't done this to her personally didn't help him calm down. That it had happened at all only added fuel to the fire. He licked his lips, forcing thoughts of the Adveni and what he liked to do with the man from his mind as he focused on helping George instead. He'd deal with it later. For now he was pleased to have her back in his arms even if seeing the bruise on her head made him feel guilty for getting her involved in the first place.

When she whispered his name Keiran was drawn back to the moment, lifting his cheek from her head and leaning a little to the side as he listened to her. Her question made him frown and look away towards the windows. "Not yet but they're as good as," he told her as he wondered where she was going with her question. To Caesar it was a reward, to Keiran it was a price but George... To her it was different. She cared too much even about the people she didn't know. He guessed that was why she'd studied to be a doctor.

"It's not on you, you know that right? None of this is on you. I decided to do this." Keiran's hand slowed to a stop, resting against her shoulder, and as he tilted his head back as he tried to catch her eyes with his. "None of this is your fault. I should have known that he wouldn't just sit back and let it go. I never intended for you to get involved in any of this."

Keiran fell silent as he realised that he was starting to try and explain himself to her. It didn't matter what he'd thought or planned because at the end of the day Caesar had decided to get her involved and all that he could do now was find out a way to deal with it. Keiran wanted to promise her that this would be the end of it but there was no way he'd know if that was a promise he could keep.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled quietly. "For all of this."


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As he admitted what she had already known, on some level anyway, Georgianna closed her eyes. The dark was worth it at that moment. Her fear was nothing compared to theirs. She knew she shouldn't have expected otherwise. There was only so much good luck to go around. For some to win, others had to lose. She had been freed, Keiran was alive, there was no way those things would have happened without someone to pay the price.

As he began speaking again, telling her that it wasn't on her, that it wasn't her fault, Georgianna opened her eyes and looked at him. She hadn't made the decision, no, but she couldn't deny that she'd hoped for it. Despite her insistence that Keiran should leave her, that he should protect himself and the Eighth, in that room things had been different. Alone, she'd wanted Keiran to get her out, to give in to Caesar's demands.

He said she should never have been involved, but she was. He maybe would have made a different choice if she wasn't. These events didn't happen in a vacuum, and Georgianna was part of the matter in the vast space of the war.

"How do I pretend I don't know about this?" she asked, her throat tightening into a knot.

Apologies didn't make it better. It didn't make the things she'd thought in the darkness go away. There had been moments, sometimes hours, where she wished it had been Alec on the other end of Caesar's deal. Alec, always so moral and sure, never would have made the deal. He would have sacrificed one life to save many. She wouldn't have to live with this guilt.

But then, she wouldn't have been living, either.

"We can't take this back, Keiran."

For all that she'd wished, for all she'd prayed and hoped for, there was no going back. They would have to live with what they'd done. The only question was... how?


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In the same moment that George asked how she was supposed to forget, Keiran realised that she never would. And neither would he. Would she remember the trade he'd made for her life every time her eyes fell upon him? Keiran looked away. He'd be damn lucky to get away with it as it was and that Caesar held up his end even though George had been hurt in the process. He'd put up a good enough cover but he wasn't out of the woods yet. As far as he knew there was nobody left who knew that he'd gone with the generals but for all he knew one of the guards could have seen him go with them. It could raise questions. Questions he couldn't really answer.

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

For all his choices Keiran had never been forced to deal with the aftermath before. He'd never had to see the pain he caused and the few times he found himself looking back at his choices he'd been able to forget about it with a good bottle and making sure that he hadn't been alone for the night. This was different. Even if he never had to face the generals himself he'd see it in George and she'd see it in him. Burying his face against her hair, he closed his eyes and listened to their breathing.

"I don't want to," he mumbled. Despite everything that was said and done, Keiran didn't regret it. He'd make the same choice over and over if he had to. That was what scared him. Caesar knew it and he didn't want to see him use George against him again. That left him utterly and completely in the Adveni's control. "We did what we had to. I don't regret putting you first, George. I just- I hope you don't hate me for it."

Keiran frowned as he tilted his head back against the headboard, looking over towards the wall opposite of the bed. He'd known the risks of signing on with the Adveni and that working with them might end with him getting hurt but at the time the only one he'd looked after had been himself. With George that had changed and so had the rules of the game. He felt like an idiot thinking that he could eat the cake without worrying about the consequences.

"I guess this is the second time I go against your wishes," he muttered under his breath. Keiran tilted his head down as his hand slowed to a stop against her shoulder. "Let's hope there won't be a need for a third." Keiran would do everything in his power to make sure it wouldn't come to that even if it meant delving deeper into the wolf's den.


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Georgianna hadn’t really expected an answer from him. He couldn’t know if she would be able to forget, or to come to terms with it. How could he? Sure enough, he said that he didn’t know how they would forget. How they could live with it.

However, as much as she might have wanted to, to relieve her own guilt, she couldn’t put this on Keiran. He had traded her life for the lives of others, he had made the deal, but she had also wanted him to, in those dark hours alone.

Then there was Danny, who’d they’d never truly talked about. She had traded his life for hers, and Keiran’s, and Wrench and Kazlov. She had traded the life of a man in need. She had taken his life.

No, she couldn’t blame Keiran for what he did, no matter whether she wanted to or not.

Her gaze drifted over the weave of the blanket and the blank colour of his shirt, anything to keep herself from thinking about his words. Each word drove another stab of guilt home, and as her body thawed, iced emotions began dripping into her as if previously held back by the cold.

“I don’t hate you for it,” she muttered.

Tugging the blankets tighter around her, Georgianna curled in tighter, resting her temple against his chest. She could hear the thrum of his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his skin through the shirt against her cheek.

She shook her head gently. She hoped their wouldn’t be a third either. Held against him, his hand protectively on her shoulder, was the only way she felt safe these days, and even that had been broken and shoved since the flooding. Maybe before that, now she thought about it. Since Dimitri.

It wasn’t Caesar who had made her this way, terrified and frozen in place. It was Dimitri. Caesar Black had simply chipped away at the frozen remains of her life, using the shell Keiran had been desperate to save. She wasn’t worth it, she knew that, and yet he kept trying.

She knew there would be a third, one way or another, because he wasn’t willing to admit she might be already gone. He would fight to prove otherwise, even when she didn’t want to. Third time was the charm.

Pushing herself off him, Georgianna shuffled away from him, tucking her feet in beneath her and curling the blankets protectively around her body until only her head poked out of the pile.

“This can’t happen again, Keiran,” she said, as solid as ice. “No more deals, no more secrets. Either you’re on the Eighth’s side or you’re not, you have to choose.”

It probably meant that all this would go away. The Adveni paid him to be a spy into the Eighth, not to be a regular Joe Human. Still, Georgianna knew that she could rent a room in a crowded house with him. What she couldn’t do was live in an apartment, crowded with lies.


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Keiran pressed his teeth together when George told him that she didn't hate him. He wanted to cling to those words but all he could think of was how it would only be a matter of time before she did. Either that or she was much too good for him. That she was still here with him was unbelievable. He'd always thought that nobody would have stood by him if they knew what he'd done.

When George suddenly pulled away from him Keiran instantly wondered if he'd been right after all. Nobody in their right mind would just let something like this slip, right? She hadn't even raised her voice. Maybe that was what scared him the most. As she spoke, he looked down, pulling one leg up and resting his lower arm against his knee. She wanted him to pick a side. There was no blame, no pointing fingers, but it was something.

"I chose to be with you," he answered. Some would have struggled to find the answer but Keiran found that making the choice was easy. The money and everything that came with his deal with the Adveni didn't seem so important anymore. He'd earned more than enough money to last a while. "It's just... I can't get out just like that. I need time to figure it out. If he finds out I'm backing out of our deal... I can't risk having Black doing something like this again."

Keiran hoped she'd understand that he wasn't making up excuses to stay in the deal. After the shit that Caesar had pulled he wasn't interested in making anymore deals with the man. Looking around Keiran managed to locate his cigarettes on the small table next to the bed. Tucking one into the corner of his mouth he lit it.

"Black wasn't always my handler," he admitted. "Some things happened and I had to change around a little." Keiran didn't want to admit to George that it was because Ty and Alec had been snooping around at Maric's. She'd forgiven him for a lot of things but Alec had always, to his frustration, been different. Special, even. She'd made that clear enough when announcing that the guy would be in her life whether he liked it or not. His involvement in Alec's capture was the one thing he didn't want to share with her.

"Maybe you should stay with the A.I for a while," he suggested slowly. "Or at the motel with me?" Keiran would have mentioned that she could stay with her brother and his kid but Caesar knew about Peter. He'd probably come looking for her there if something went wrong.


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Clutching at the blanket around her body was keeping her still, keeping her able to stop herself from getting upset, or angry. Maybe if she hadn’t just spent all that time locked away by Caesar, she would have been more willing for Keiran to take his time, but not now.

“If he was going to do something, do you think he’d have second thoughts just because you gave him your thirty day notice?”

Lowering her head, Georgianna stared at her toes where they peaked out from underneath the blanket. She wiggled them, pleased that she had enough feeling to wiggle them.

“No, Keiran,” she said quickly. “If you’re suggesting that you simply change handlers again, the answer is no.”

Georgianna turned away from him, clambering off the bed and holding the top blanket around her shoulders. She stepped away from the bed and turned to look at him.

“I’m serious, Keiran, I can’t do this. I can’t lie about this,” she said quietly.

Frowning as he suggested that she stay at the A.I, or at the motel with him, Georgianna wasn’t sure what to think. The Eighth Army would be safer, but how would she be able to face any of them, knowing what she knew? The problem was, the people at the A.I knew her better. They’d see through her faster.

“Protect me so you can continue doing this?” she asked. “Is that right?”

She shook her head and perched herself on the edge of the bed. She knew he wanted to keep her safe, and she could understand that. But how safe would she be if she worried every minute about Black extending their deal.

Glancing over her shoulder, Georgianna let her gaze meet with his.

“I want to stay with you, but I don’t want this hanging over me,” she said. “I already hate myself enough.”


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She was upset. Maybe more than Keiran had originally thought. He didn't blame her. She had every right to be angry. Not just at Black but at him, too. But even knowing that she was riled up from what had happened didn't stop him from feeling a twinge of pain when she told him off.

She'd misunderstood his intention.

"It's not about that," he argued. "I just need to find a way to make sure he won't hurt you again. I want to get out but before that, I need reassurance. They're not just going to let me off the hook and send me off with a last payment- Fuck. Sorry, that was stupid... What I mean is, it's never that simple." Keiran took a moment to gather his thoughts, something he found increasingly hard to do as George moved further away from him and pushed the issue at hand.

She wanted a yes or no answer.

"George please, just listen to me." Running his fingers through his hair, Keiran let out a strained sigh. "You've seen first hand what kind of man Black is. He'll do anything to get results." Inching a little closer to her, he slid his fingers over the matress until his fingertips touched the side of her thigh. She'd made it clear that she needed space but he was having a hard time giving it to her after she'd mentioned hating herself.

"I don't want to have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life," he told her quietly. "I want to end it, I do, but I want to do it right. It needs to be a clean cut." Keiran wanted her to understand that he wasn't prolonging any of this because he wanted to. It was because he had to. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand again and looked towards the hallway.

No matter what he said or did, he felt like this had driven a wedge between them.

"Maybe it's best if you go stay with your brother until I sort this out," he continued.


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Georgianna didn’t like feeling like a nuisance, like something to be taken care of. She’d always been independent. She’d looked after herself, she’d gotten herself into trouble and out of it again. She wasn’t used to relying on others.

So, when Keiran said that he was putting things off so that he could ensure she wouldn’t be hurt, it was an odd sensation. Even her brother had never really been all that protective of her past the obligatory ‘you hurt my sister, I break your legs’ speech. Something told her that even if he had used those words, not many people would have believed him.

His fingers brushed her thigh. It was tentative, scared almost, and she found herself staring at the backs of his fingers, willing him to not be as scared as she was.

“Neither do I,” she breathed when he commented that he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder. She feared it was too late for that. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, waiting for the things she had done to come back to haunt her.

At the mention of her brother, however, Georgianna froze.

She’d not been honest with him about Halden. Everything had been so messed up after the flood that it hadn’t seemed as important. Now it was, and Georgianna found herself chilled to the bone.

“Did you tell him?” she asked. “About Black? Did you tell him about me?”

Georgianna turned toward him, a terrified accusation in her face. Pushing herself off the bed, she began pacing, the edged of the blanket brushing her feet with each movement. She’d not seen Peter since Dimitri took him. She couldn’t face him. She’d brought horror down on his life when he’d already suffered too much of it. She’d put Braxton in danger just by being near them. She couldn’t do that to him again.

“I can’t. I… I’ll go to the Eighth. Beck’s been nice to me before, he’ll… I’ll exchange medical help for shelter. I don’t care, I just… I can’t put this on him.”


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As far as Keiran was concerned he was the one who'd gotten her into trouble this time and that meant it was up to him to get her out. He wasn't sure how yet but seeing as Caesar only ever seemed to act when there was something in it for him, Keiran figured that breaking it off would cost him a lot. Keiran liked to think that delivering the generals was more than enough for him to step away from all of this but Caesar was greedy. He wouldn't take it and walk away. No, Keiran just had to make sure that the price was something he could live with.

To some extent it felt like George understood what he was trying to say. Understanding and accepting were two different things. Keiran licked his lips as he tried to decipher her answer. She'd already said that she wanted to stay with him but not as long as he was dealing with the Adveni. Maybe it was best not to expect anything until all of this was over.

Looking up at her when got to her feet, she asked if he'd told her brother about this, Keiran shook his head. "No," he told her. "Telling him wouldn't do any good. Besides, it's not my place." Hell, he barely knew Peter. They hadn't even been officially introduced. Keiran let his hand slip over the matress to the spot where George had been curled up moments before. She didn't want to see her brother. Keiran wondered if she was trying to punish herself for everything that had happened but decided that now was not the time to push her.

She'd been through enough already.

"Yeah," Keiran answered with a small nod when she decided to stay with the Eighth. He wasn't sure how things were going to be between them until this had all been settled but he was glad that he'd be able to keep an eye on her. "I'll take you over there later but before that you should try and get some rest." Keiran got to his feet, motioning towards the bed.

"I can whip up something for you to eat, if you want."


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It wasn't right that she felt so worried about Peter finding out everything that had happened. In all her life, she'd never been worried about telling him anything, and yet, every time she thought about talking to him about this, a knot formed in her stomach that refused to go away. She couldn't put this on him, she just couldn't.

The knot loosened slightly as Keiran confirmed that he had not said anything to Peter. She wondered whether her brother was worried, if he'd been looking for her, or wondering where she was. The more likely scenario, she feared, was that he was glad she was out of his life. She brought nothing but trouble.

Nodding when Keiran agreed that he would take her over to the Eighth, Georgianna bit on her lower lip. The knot was tightening again, but this time it had nothing to do with Peter. Despite everything, and even knowing everything, she felt safer when he was there. She'd agreed to go to the Eighth, but now she feared that Keiran would think it best to leave her there, giving her space. She'd had too many days of space. She needed him, but she couldn't say it.

She didn't know why.

"I'm... I'm gonna shower first," she said quietly. "I'm not hungry."

The small smile she tried to give him, to reassure him, wouldn't come, and Georgianna gave up, walking to the bathroom. There were towels already there, and she pulled off her clothes, stepping into the shower and turning on the spray.

Bruises and marks were coming up fast, but she didn't have it in her to look at them. She just wanted to be clean. Then, perhaps, if she didn't see the marks, she could begin to forget.

Before she stepped under the water, she checked that the door was open. She wasn't ready for it to be closed. There had been too many doors closed. Whatever was going to happen next, she needed that door open, so she could find him when the trouble came.


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For what it was worth George seemed relieved that he hadn't involved her brother in all of this. At least he'd done something right. Keiran mustered a smile when she explained that she wasn't really hungry but that she wanted to take a shower first. He didn't blame her. After what she'd been through it would take a little while before she regained her apetite. He wasn't an expert on how to handle trauma but he knew that it was important to keep eating regularly and to get as much rest as possible.

As soon as George turned her back on him, the smile faded from Keiran's lips. She wanted him to end his deal with the Adveni as soon as possible, but what happened when she got tired of waiting? It wouldn't happen in a days time. Would she force him to make a choice? Keiran rubbed his fingers against his chin, watching the open door and listening to the sound of running water. After a while he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he closed his eyes.

He wanted her to be safe. That was his first priority. If he couldn't figure out a way to get Caesar off his back... He wasn't going to risk it. He couldn't risk putting her through something like this again. He'd never been the one to sacrifice for the good of others. The only person he'd ever looked out for had been himself. It was strange how he wanted to change, to be better, for her. He sighed.

He had to think of something and he had to do it fast.

Keiran figured that his long and faithful service had to count for something. Caesar didn't seem to give a rat's ass about it but maybe there were others who did. He'd had other handlers. Better ones. Maric wasn't by any means good or honorable but Keiran liked to think that the Head of Security was an intelligent man. He'd never discarded him as easily as Caesar had.

It was a long shot but maybe it was something to consider.

As the water stopped, Keiran opened his eyes again and gazed towards the bathroom. Upon spotting George exiting the shower and wrapping a towel around her, he pushed himself off the wall and approached the bathroom. "You feeling any better?" he asked as he stopped near the doorway. He could see it better now, what Caesar had done to her. It took almost everything he had to keep the anger at bay and not let it show. Anger wouldn't make her feel any better.

"I know you're a doctor and everything but I could take a look at that for you," Keiran said then and motioned towards her temple. He wanted to help her feel better but he felt it was best to see how she felt about him being near her, especially since she'd pulled away earlier.


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If felt good to shower, to feel somewhat clean again. The grime was still there, under her skin, itchy and distracting. Guilt, hatred, and flood water seeped through her pores, but no matter how hard she tried to wash it away, it just wouldn't go. Her arms felt raw from scrubbing them, and it was only when she saw how pink her legs had become at the motions that she stopped and climbed out.

The mirror was fogged with steam, but Georgianna didn't make any effort to clear it off. She wrapped a large towel around her body, scrunching handfuls hair with a towel when Keiran came to the door. She could feel him there, watching, before he said a word. It didn't feel the same as when Caesar had done it, watching, waiting for her to answer his questions, but she could feel the same impatience, the same curiosity. Just like Caesar, Keiran wanted her figured out.

It would be easier that way.

"Some," she mumbled, wrapping the towel around her head and tucking it in.

She pulled the towel up from where she'd tucked it under her arms, and wrapped it over her shoulders like a cape, pulling it closed at the front. She looked over her shoulder as he mentioned looking at something, and Georgianna's fingers followed his gaze, touching them to her temple.

"Uh, sure," she nodded. It hurt when she touched it, but other than a headache, she wasn't sure there was much to be done. The bruises would heal and fade, forgotten after a while. There was nothing to do but wait.

The steam from the shower was feeling oppressive, so Georgianna slipped past him and took a tentative seat on the edge of the bed.

"It's probably just a cut, I don't think it will need much," she told him, touching the wound again. She hadn't even looked at it, and now she was clean and warm, she felt tired.

"If the Eighth can't know about what happened..." she began slowly. "We'll need a story. For the injuries, I mean."


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Keiran felt like she was downplaying how she felt. Maybe she was looking to ease his mind or get him off her back. Whichever one it was, he decided against prodding her about it. If she wanted to talk to him then she'd let him know. There was no point in pushing it. Not after what he'd put her through. How she could stand being in his presence was beyond him, especially since he'd signed death warrants every time he'd given someone up to the Adveni where as she spent her time saving lives.

"I just want to make sure," he said.

Keiran made no motion to reach out for her as she slipped past him, instead going into the bathroom to find a small dressing, some disinfectant, a piece of cloth and medical tape. With all the supplies he'd need in hand he followed George into the bedroom and took a seat on the bed next to her. Pouring some disinfectant onto the cloth he reached up to brush her hair back when she mentioned that they needed a story for her injuries. He didn't want to ask her to lie for his sake but there was no other way.

"I guess so," he said in a defeated voice as he gently dabbed the cloth around the cut. Keiran didn't hesitate but focused on cleaning the wound as fast as possible instead. She had to be exhausted so he imagined she wanted to get some rest. "You don't have to lie, you know. Just twist the truth a little. Tell them an Adveni did it. Maybe we can keep it vague?" Keiran avoided looking her in the eye as he said it.

Folding the dressing he put it against her temple and gently pressed to keep it in place while he used his other hand to handle the medical tape. Biting off four small stripes that would hold it in place, he leaned in to place a kiss just next to the dressing once he finished. He didn't want to hurt her further so he steered clear of the cut. Picking up the remaining supplies he'd dumped in the bed he set them aside and patted on the bed.

"Try and get some rest," he said. "I'll think of something."


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The disinfectant stung as Keiran dabbed it around the wound on her temple. She flinched and bit down on her lip, determined to allow him to work with as little hindrance as possible. She wanted it done fast, to not spend time focusing on it. Maybe she’d feel different once she’d slept, but there was something awkward about him. About them.

“Telling them that an Adveni did it only leads to more questions,” she said, defeated. “They’ll want to know who, and why. You know what Eighth are like.”

She shook her head before remembering that she was supposed to be staying still so that he could treat the wound. Grasping her hands in her lap, she wrung her fingers until they hurt, twisting the flesh, release, and repeat.

“Better to tell them I fell down the stairs and be done with it. People will believe that.”

There was a hint of a smile behind her words. She remembered that time when people knew her as the clumsy doctor. The one you wondered how she’d ever become a doctor, seeing as she didn’t seem to know where she’d put her feet. They knew her as happy and carefree, as the girl you went to for a good night out. She didn’t feel like that way anymore, but to get through this, she would have to pretend to still be that girl.

Georgianna let her eyes flutter closed as he kissed her temple, just avoiding the cut. It felt too clinical, too tentative. She wasn’t used to Keiran being so careful around her. Was it because he was worried about hurting her? Or because he was worried that she would hurt him by telling someone what had happened? She couldn’t imagine doing that to him, to letting him be cast out as a traitor, and yet, she didn’t reassure him either.

Nodding as he said that she should get some rest, Georgianna got to her feet, discarding the damp towel and wrapping one of the blankets around her. She lay a towel across the pillow to protect it from her damp hair, and clambered into the bed.

For a moment, she stared across the pillow, through the bobbled material of the towel.

“I do love you, Keiran,” she murmured carefully. “We’ll get through this.”


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Fall down the stairs. The corner of Keiran's mouth twitched at the suggestion. Having been a cop back in the day he'd heard that excuse more often than not when they'd been called over to break up a domestic fight. When asked what had happened to them the generic answer seemed to be 'I fell down the stairs.' He knew that George was right. The Eighth would prod her with questions if she even mentioned the word Adveni in relation to her injuries but he didn't like the analogy that 'falling down the stairs' brought.

Would people assume that he'd hurt her? That assumption wouldn't be completely off. He had hurt her. Maybe that was why he felt so disgusted with the idea of calling it that. It hadn't been an accident even if he'd never meant for her to get hurt. Keiran tried to muster a smile when George smiled at him but he couldn't find it in himself to offer her any more comfort. Instead he brushed his fingers through her tangled mess of a hair as she laid down on the bed.

"Yeah," he breathed out in a small sigh. "I love you too."

Making sure she was tucked in, Keiran hoovered close to the bed for the next couple of minutes before finally catching himself doing it. He didn't want to let her out of his sight but knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly with someone staring at him, he slowly moved towards the hallway. He considered closing the door but in the end he decided to leave it open. He felt more at ease knowing that all he had to do was glance towards the bedroom to know that she was back with him again.

Slipping into the kitchen Keiran found a glass and dug out a half-empty bottle of scotch from the back of his cabinet. Keiran knew that he had to figure out a way out of all of this but his head was a big mess. He didn't know whether to be relieved that George was back or angry because Caesar had dared lay a hand on her. Did he even deserve to feel relief? Anger? He'd put himself in this situation. He'd put both of them here because he'd wanted to earn a little extra on the side. Keiran poured himself a glass, tilting his head back as he downed it in one swipe in hopes of washing it all away with the booze.

George was back but that didn't mean she was safe.

Neither of them were.


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