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Previously on Caprica...
Joseph Adama navigates his marriage to Evelyn and the strained relationship with his new son, Bill, as he mourns Tamara and William, the children he lost. (Episode Fourteen - posted 11/29/11)
Pencil drawing of Zoe Graystone by Abby Geiger.
Caprica Season 2, Episode Fifteen
Fallen Angel
by Vicki (aka thecleric007)
It
was hard to tell how long it had been since Zoe left. This world, this
“paradise” they had created together, has a night and day but only when
Tamara decided it would, which made keeping track of time an impossible
task. But it had been a long time, of that Tamara was sure. Many
hours, many days, maybe even many weeks. And throughout it all, she had
been alone.
She should have been used to it by now. She'd been alone in this world since she arrived here. First in that room, then the tangles of V-World. Heracles has been there for some of it but he left eventually. And then there were her followers but she could barely tell you any of their handles. And, of course, there was Emmanuelle. Her name and face Tamara did know, on both sides. And then there was Zoe. Someone like her, a copy of a person who might be a person herself, Tamara still wasn't sure about that. They'd fought at first, but in the end they joined together and realized all they could do. They were gods and this world was theirs for the taking. The power, the freedom, it was amazing. That was then. Now, it felt empty and soulless; like what she feared she might be.
She walked through the forest, listening to the echoes of birdsong, another part of this creation now gone stale. She wasn't headed anywhere, just wandering, wandering, wherever the path might take her.
She heard a noise, a footstep. She turned towards it and waited, not afraid but curious as to who would dare disturb her. She put one hand behind her back and willed her revolver into existence; she wasn't about to be caught unarmed. The sound was getting closer and closer, until ...
“Tamara, it's me.”
Tamara gripped the gun tighter, not sure how to react, as Zoe walked into sight. “What are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.
They stood still, staring at each other for a moment.
“I came to make sure you were alright,” Zoe said.
Tamara barely contained a laugh. “So now you care?”
“Of course I care,” Zoe insisted. “I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, it's just everything with my parents...”
“Right, you had to go and play house with them.”
Zoe put her hands on her hips, a gesture Tamara recognized well. “I'm sorry. I should have come back. But I'm here now. What more do you want?”
That was a good question, one Tamara didn't quite have the answers to. But she did send the gun away and let her arms fall to her side. “So you found me, I'm doing fine. Is there anything else?”
Zoe shifted slightly, almost ... yes, she was fidgeting. “What is it?” she asked. If she still had a heartbeat, it would probably have been racing right now.
“I have some news,” Zoe said slowly. “It's about your family.”
“What about them?”
Zoe didn't answer, causing the anticipation to grow tenfold.
“What about them?”
“Your brother was killed. I'm sorry.”
The world felt like it was spinning. Actually, Tamara wasn't entirely certain that it wasn't – it wouldn't be the first time her emotions overflowed into the code. And none of those times had been as overwhelming as this, not even close.
Her brother. Willie. It seemed almost impossible to believe but then, she'd died too. Anything was possible. And so disbelief quickly faded and she just found herself in more pain than a hundred bullets to the chest. More than a thousand.
At some point, she ended up sitting on the ground. Zoe sat beside her, not quite touching but close. Tamara looked over at her with red-rimmed eyes.
“I need to see my father.”
Zoe nodded. “I thought you might say that. And I have a plan.”
***
“Do you have a prince?”
Tamara looked down at her cards for a moment, trying not to giggle as she made Willie wait. “Nope, sorry, go fish.”
Her brother scowled as he picked up another card. He didn't get the card he wanted and just added it to his hand. Tamara looked down at her cards again, trying to figure out which one to ask for. She was interrupted, however, by soft footsteps coming up from behind. She turned and looked up, smiling at her grandmother.
“You know, this is a game from Tauron,” Ruth said. “The Capricans took it and washed it up, making it match their view of civilization.”
“What did they change?” Willie asked.
“In the real version, you could lie about what cards you have. And if you're called out, well, then-”
“Mother,” came a stern voice, as Shannon Adams entered the room. “That's enough. It's almost time for dinner.”
Ruth looked like she would argue for a moment, then shrugged instead and walked off towards the kitchen. But Tamara's eyes were stuck on her grandmother's retreating form, wondering what she had been about to say.
She never did find out.
***
Moving in the real world again was – completely indescribable. Tamara turned her head, looking at the sterile white room she was in. It was cold, it was uninviting, and it was stable. She couldn't take it and create something new. She was no longer a god.
It was the most liberating feeling of her life.
She moved her arm and it clanged, metal parts moving together in an awkward motion. She looked at it and, even though she knew it was hers, it was still hard to believe what this body was.
That will change, in time. Zoe's voice. Just like her avatar had thought, there was a part of her still in here, even after Tamara's consciousness took over. It was weird but it was also a comfort. She still hadn't completely forgiven Zoe for abandoning her before, but she was definitely glad for her company now.
Can you stand up?
“Yes,” Tamara said and she jumped at the sound that filled the room, an electronic copy of the voice she knew. She took a moment to regain her resolve and slowly maneuvered this body until she was finally standing. She turned to the left and to the right, seeing it all through that one red eye in the middle of her new head. Everything worked the same as her virtual body, the same as she remembered her real body had. The same, but also different.
“So what do we do now?”
I've been working on that. It was strange though, to hear Zoe without seeing her. Your uncle has been arranging for Cylons to be sent to Tauron, to fight in the war. And he's used some of them himself, here. If you're ever going to get close to your father, you need to be one of them.
She nodded without thinking, causing more metallic noise.
I've done what I can to set it up. Sam should be here today, to pick up some more. If you're in the right place at the right time, you'll be one.
“Tell me what to do.”
***
She tried not to think about those first days after Zoe first found her, after she left that room and started wandering. She'd used the holoband before – everyone did – but she'd never known what dark and twisted corners it had. The things she'd seen and, even worse, the things she'd done ...
No. She tried not to think about it. The world before she had heard about Vesta, before Heracles and New Cap City and everything that finally gave her some substance to cling to, none of it was worth remembering.
Though the fact that she couldn’t help it, even after telling herself not to, at least reminded her that there was some humanity left.
She should have been used to it by now. She'd been alone in this world since she arrived here. First in that room, then the tangles of V-World. Heracles has been there for some of it but he left eventually. And then there were her followers but she could barely tell you any of their handles. And, of course, there was Emmanuelle. Her name and face Tamara did know, on both sides. And then there was Zoe. Someone like her, a copy of a person who might be a person herself, Tamara still wasn't sure about that. They'd fought at first, but in the end they joined together and realized all they could do. They were gods and this world was theirs for the taking. The power, the freedom, it was amazing. That was then. Now, it felt empty and soulless; like what she feared she might be.
She walked through the forest, listening to the echoes of birdsong, another part of this creation now gone stale. She wasn't headed anywhere, just wandering, wandering, wherever the path might take her.
She heard a noise, a footstep. She turned towards it and waited, not afraid but curious as to who would dare disturb her. She put one hand behind her back and willed her revolver into existence; she wasn't about to be caught unarmed. The sound was getting closer and closer, until ...
“Tamara, it's me.”
Tamara gripped the gun tighter, not sure how to react, as Zoe walked into sight. “What are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.
They stood still, staring at each other for a moment.
“I came to make sure you were alright,” Zoe said.
Tamara barely contained a laugh. “So now you care?”
“Of course I care,” Zoe insisted. “I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, it's just everything with my parents...”
“Right, you had to go and play house with them.”
Zoe put her hands on her hips, a gesture Tamara recognized well. “I'm sorry. I should have come back. But I'm here now. What more do you want?”
That was a good question, one Tamara didn't quite have the answers to. But she did send the gun away and let her arms fall to her side. “So you found me, I'm doing fine. Is there anything else?”
Zoe shifted slightly, almost ... yes, she was fidgeting. “What is it?” she asked. If she still had a heartbeat, it would probably have been racing right now.
“I have some news,” Zoe said slowly. “It's about your family.”
“What about them?”
Zoe didn't answer, causing the anticipation to grow tenfold.
“What about them?”
“Your brother was killed. I'm sorry.”
The world felt like it was spinning. Actually, Tamara wasn't entirely certain that it wasn't – it wouldn't be the first time her emotions overflowed into the code. And none of those times had been as overwhelming as this, not even close.
Her brother. Willie. It seemed almost impossible to believe but then, she'd died too. Anything was possible. And so disbelief quickly faded and she just found herself in more pain than a hundred bullets to the chest. More than a thousand.
At some point, she ended up sitting on the ground. Zoe sat beside her, not quite touching but close. Tamara looked over at her with red-rimmed eyes.
“I need to see my father.”
Zoe nodded. “I thought you might say that. And I have a plan.”
***
“Do you have a prince?”
Tamara looked down at her cards for a moment, trying not to giggle as she made Willie wait. “Nope, sorry, go fish.”
Her brother scowled as he picked up another card. He didn't get the card he wanted and just added it to his hand. Tamara looked down at her cards again, trying to figure out which one to ask for. She was interrupted, however, by soft footsteps coming up from behind. She turned and looked up, smiling at her grandmother.
“You know, this is a game from Tauron,” Ruth said. “The Capricans took it and washed it up, making it match their view of civilization.”
“What did they change?” Willie asked.
“In the real version, you could lie about what cards you have. And if you're called out, well, then-”
“Mother,” came a stern voice, as Shannon Adams entered the room. “That's enough. It's almost time for dinner.”
Ruth looked like she would argue for a moment, then shrugged instead and walked off towards the kitchen. But Tamara's eyes were stuck on her grandmother's retreating form, wondering what she had been about to say.
She never did find out.
***
Moving in the real world again was – completely indescribable. Tamara turned her head, looking at the sterile white room she was in. It was cold, it was uninviting, and it was stable. She couldn't take it and create something new. She was no longer a god.
It was the most liberating feeling of her life.
She moved her arm and it clanged, metal parts moving together in an awkward motion. She looked at it and, even though she knew it was hers, it was still hard to believe what this body was.
That will change, in time. Zoe's voice. Just like her avatar had thought, there was a part of her still in here, even after Tamara's consciousness took over. It was weird but it was also a comfort. She still hadn't completely forgiven Zoe for abandoning her before, but she was definitely glad for her company now.
Can you stand up?
“Yes,” Tamara said and she jumped at the sound that filled the room, an electronic copy of the voice she knew. She took a moment to regain her resolve and slowly maneuvered this body until she was finally standing. She turned to the left and to the right, seeing it all through that one red eye in the middle of her new head. Everything worked the same as her virtual body, the same as she remembered her real body had. The same, but also different.
“So what do we do now?”
I've been working on that. It was strange though, to hear Zoe without seeing her. Your uncle has been arranging for Cylons to be sent to Tauron, to fight in the war. And he's used some of them himself, here. If you're ever going to get close to your father, you need to be one of them.
She nodded without thinking, causing more metallic noise.
I've done what I can to set it up. Sam should be here today, to pick up some more. If you're in the right place at the right time, you'll be one.
“Tell me what to do.”
***
She tried not to think about those first days after Zoe first found her, after she left that room and started wandering. She'd used the holoband before – everyone did – but she'd never known what dark and twisted corners it had. The things she'd seen and, even worse, the things she'd done ...
No. She tried not to think about it. The world before she had heard about Vesta, before Heracles and New Cap City and everything that finally gave her some substance to cling to, none of it was worth remembering.
Though the fact that she couldn’t help it, even after telling herself not to, at least reminded her that there was some humanity left.
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Not
reacting when her uncle walked into the room was the hardest thing
Tamara had been called upon to do since getting into this body. It took
all her will power not to turn towards him, to not call out.
Steady, Zoe told her. You need to act the part, now more than ever.
“I-” The sound of her voice made her freeze. Luckily, no one alive was close enough to notice.
I know, she whispered inside her head, her private monologue that was no longer private.
They're going to come closer now and when they get here, Sam will ask one of the Cylons in this area to do something, just to make sure they work. No matter what it is, you have to do it.
I know. I will.
Sam and the Cylon technicians were getting closer now, she could hear their voices. See their faces. For a moment, Uncle Sam looked at her but his gaze slipped past quickly, not seeing anything worth noticing. He came to stand in front of the Cylon beside her. Just then her attention, and the attention of everyone in the room, was shifted to the sound of the far door opening and closing. A man entered the room and she recognized him: Daniel Graystone. Zoe's father.
What's he doing here? Tamara asked.
I don't know.
“Graystone,” Sam said, his tone even more brusque than usual.
“Sam. I just wanted to make sure everything was going according to plan.”
Sam gestured towards the machine in front of him. “See for yourself.” He turned, looking towards the Cylon. “You, you hear me?” Everything was going just like Zoe had said. And now he'd ... “I want you to shoot me in the leg.”
What?
I ... don't know.
The Cylon didn't respond.
“Sam,” Daniel said, “I really don't think-”
“I don't care what you think. I want to see what it will do. Come on, you deilos, shoot me. I'm ordering you.”
The Cylon began to move. Tamara was sure it was happening fast, in mere seconds, but she saw it all, every little movement. The machine creaked to life, lifting its gun. It aimed. It fired.
But before Sam could be hit, she was moving too, getting in the way. She sensed the bullet bury itself in her chest but now she couldn't feel it. Analysis told her some non-essential systems had been damaged but that was it. No big deal.
And then she realized what she'd just done.
She turned around, standing straight and facing her uncle. The look of disbelief on his face was twinned on Daniel's.
Now you've done it.
And then Sam began to laugh.
“Look at that, this one here wants to protect me.”
Daniel was watching her carefully. Tamara could swear she felt Zoe's apprehension rapidly growing – alongside her own. “But why this one?” he wondered aloud.
He turned to one of the scientists hovering nearby. “Sir, I don't know,” the woman stammered. “It shouldn't react like that.”
“Well, you know what they say about gift horses,” Sam told them, still chuckling. “I definitely think I'll be taking this one so get it fixed up and ready. All the others too, except the bastard who tried to shoot me. That one can go back to wherever the hell it came from.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel nodded and turned away, though Tamara felt like he wasn't dismissing any of this so quickly. “So far, so good,” he said.
The two men stood in silence for a moment, Sam clearly waiting for Daniel to leave before heading for the door himself.
“And ...” Daniel began, “how's Joseph? I can only imagine what he must be going through.” Suddenly not reacting to Sam's presence was seeming easy, now that her father's name had been spoken.
Sam turned his head and stared at Daniel, his face as fierce as Tamara had ever seen it. “Don't worry about him, we look out for our own. He's tough. And he has his family.”
“That's good,” Daniel replied, not backing down. He had balls. Tamara had to give him that. “Well, as long as everything’s fine I'll be heading out.”
“You do that,” Sam said.
Daniel headed to the door and, a few moments later, Sam did the same. Tamara watched them go as the technicians began to swarm around her, some trying to fix, most trying to explain.
You've been awfully quiet, Tamara said.
There was a pause before Zoe's reply. There wasn't anything to say.
Do you think the scientists will be able to notice anything different? Tamara asked.
No idea. But I hope not.
Me, too.
Tamara stood perfectly still as they jabbed things into her body and pulled other bits and pieces out.
I'm sorry.
Don't be. You just did what I wanted to do a million times but never did. Anyway, it worked.
Yeah.
“How long till that one's ready to go?”
The technician looking into her chest shrugged. “About a couple of hours, as long as nothing vital was hit. We should be able to ship the whole lot of them out by tomorrow.”
“Good, make sure it happens.”
***
She began drawing the flower when she was little. She never told anyone but she got the idea from Sam. Well, from his tattoos. She loved looking at them and hearing all the stories about them – something that only happened when her parents were out of earshot. And then one day she asked him why he got them. At first, he began listing off the rites of passage but quickly realized that wasn't what she meant. What he said next forever changed her world.
“I get them to show the world who I am. That I'm not some frakking Caprican, I'm Tauron. With my tattoos, no one can ever forget that. Most important, I'll never forget. I'll know who I am till the day I die.”
She was young and impressionable, but nothing ever left an impression the way his words did. And so she began designing her own mark, a mark she always thought she'd get engraved into her skin one day. And even though that never happened, it still meant so much to her. She covered her notebooks with it, she filled her bedroom. Marking her territory and her existence. Marking her home.
And so she had filled the New Cap City walls with it. She marked her followers with it. Everywhere she went, the flowered T went too.
It was her and she was it. No one could ever take that away from her.
***
Are you going to tell him?
Tamara didn't have to think before answering. Yes.
When?
I don't know. I need to be alone with him, somewhere safe.
Pause. I don't think I can help you with that.
I know. It will be alright. Somehow.
The door at the end opened and Sam came in. A moment later, Joseph entered the room as well.
Oh gods.
Tamara, listen to me. This is a good thing. Now, you can talk to him instead, let him know that you're still alive after all.
She had no reply. And even if she'd had one, she would have been drowned out by Sam's voice. “Come on, you monsters, let's go. I've got work for you on Tauron.”
They all began to march, Tamara near the end. She was fixed up now and looked just the same as all the others. Her uncle couldn't see anything different about her anymore.
Neither could her father.
The Cylons kept marching on and on, right out the door, and now it was Tamara's turn. As she got near to it and to the men standing there, she could finally see them clearly. She looked at her father, looked at his face. His troubles always played out over his face. She could tell he was still hurting and bad. But she also saw strength there, a strength she hadn't seen before but one she recognized – in herself.
And in that moment she knew that he'd be okay without her. He had to move on with his life – and so did she. She would always be his daughter but at the same time she wasn't anymore. Not really. She thought she'd accepted that before but, obviously, she'd been wrong. It took seeing him strong to do it.
She set her gaze forward, looking at the door and nothing else, and she walked on by, without saying a word. Through the door and outside, towards the transport waiting to take them to a planet she'd heard about her entire life.
As she got into the ship, she realized Zoe hadn't said a word for what seemed like hours now. And even now, it seemed like for once she was getting some time alone with her own thoughts – though she knew somewhere out there she was still being watched.
She began to strap herself into the harness that would keep her safely stowed away until arrival, when a sudden thought struck her. She looked around. No people in sight.
She pulled her leg up, turned the foot around, and with the laser cutting attachment implanted in her arm, she carved the flowered T into her foot.
It was time to try and find a new home.
Steady, Zoe told her. You need to act the part, now more than ever.
“I-” The sound of her voice made her freeze. Luckily, no one alive was close enough to notice.
I know, she whispered inside her head, her private monologue that was no longer private.
They're going to come closer now and when they get here, Sam will ask one of the Cylons in this area to do something, just to make sure they work. No matter what it is, you have to do it.
I know. I will.
Sam and the Cylon technicians were getting closer now, she could hear their voices. See their faces. For a moment, Uncle Sam looked at her but his gaze slipped past quickly, not seeing anything worth noticing. He came to stand in front of the Cylon beside her. Just then her attention, and the attention of everyone in the room, was shifted to the sound of the far door opening and closing. A man entered the room and she recognized him: Daniel Graystone. Zoe's father.
What's he doing here? Tamara asked.
I don't know.
“Graystone,” Sam said, his tone even more brusque than usual.
“Sam. I just wanted to make sure everything was going according to plan.”
Sam gestured towards the machine in front of him. “See for yourself.” He turned, looking towards the Cylon. “You, you hear me?” Everything was going just like Zoe had said. And now he'd ... “I want you to shoot me in the leg.”
What?
I ... don't know.
The Cylon didn't respond.
“Sam,” Daniel said, “I really don't think-”
“I don't care what you think. I want to see what it will do. Come on, you deilos, shoot me. I'm ordering you.”
The Cylon began to move. Tamara was sure it was happening fast, in mere seconds, but she saw it all, every little movement. The machine creaked to life, lifting its gun. It aimed. It fired.
But before Sam could be hit, she was moving too, getting in the way. She sensed the bullet bury itself in her chest but now she couldn't feel it. Analysis told her some non-essential systems had been damaged but that was it. No big deal.
And then she realized what she'd just done.
She turned around, standing straight and facing her uncle. The look of disbelief on his face was twinned on Daniel's.
Now you've done it.
And then Sam began to laugh.
“Look at that, this one here wants to protect me.”
Daniel was watching her carefully. Tamara could swear she felt Zoe's apprehension rapidly growing – alongside her own. “But why this one?” he wondered aloud.
He turned to one of the scientists hovering nearby. “Sir, I don't know,” the woman stammered. “It shouldn't react like that.”
“Well, you know what they say about gift horses,” Sam told them, still chuckling. “I definitely think I'll be taking this one so get it fixed up and ready. All the others too, except the bastard who tried to shoot me. That one can go back to wherever the hell it came from.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel nodded and turned away, though Tamara felt like he wasn't dismissing any of this so quickly. “So far, so good,” he said.
The two men stood in silence for a moment, Sam clearly waiting for Daniel to leave before heading for the door himself.
“And ...” Daniel began, “how's Joseph? I can only imagine what he must be going through.” Suddenly not reacting to Sam's presence was seeming easy, now that her father's name had been spoken.
Sam turned his head and stared at Daniel, his face as fierce as Tamara had ever seen it. “Don't worry about him, we look out for our own. He's tough. And he has his family.”
“That's good,” Daniel replied, not backing down. He had balls. Tamara had to give him that. “Well, as long as everything’s fine I'll be heading out.”
“You do that,” Sam said.
Daniel headed to the door and, a few moments later, Sam did the same. Tamara watched them go as the technicians began to swarm around her, some trying to fix, most trying to explain.
You've been awfully quiet, Tamara said.
There was a pause before Zoe's reply. There wasn't anything to say.
Do you think the scientists will be able to notice anything different? Tamara asked.
No idea. But I hope not.
Me, too.
Tamara stood perfectly still as they jabbed things into her body and pulled other bits and pieces out.
I'm sorry.
Don't be. You just did what I wanted to do a million times but never did. Anyway, it worked.
Yeah.
“How long till that one's ready to go?”
The technician looking into her chest shrugged. “About a couple of hours, as long as nothing vital was hit. We should be able to ship the whole lot of them out by tomorrow.”
“Good, make sure it happens.”
***
She began drawing the flower when she was little. She never told anyone but she got the idea from Sam. Well, from his tattoos. She loved looking at them and hearing all the stories about them – something that only happened when her parents were out of earshot. And then one day she asked him why he got them. At first, he began listing off the rites of passage but quickly realized that wasn't what she meant. What he said next forever changed her world.
“I get them to show the world who I am. That I'm not some frakking Caprican, I'm Tauron. With my tattoos, no one can ever forget that. Most important, I'll never forget. I'll know who I am till the day I die.”
She was young and impressionable, but nothing ever left an impression the way his words did. And so she began designing her own mark, a mark she always thought she'd get engraved into her skin one day. And even though that never happened, it still meant so much to her. She covered her notebooks with it, she filled her bedroom. Marking her territory and her existence. Marking her home.
And so she had filled the New Cap City walls with it. She marked her followers with it. Everywhere she went, the flowered T went too.
It was her and she was it. No one could ever take that away from her.
***
Are you going to tell him?
Tamara didn't have to think before answering. Yes.
When?
I don't know. I need to be alone with him, somewhere safe.
Pause. I don't think I can help you with that.
I know. It will be alright. Somehow.
The door at the end opened and Sam came in. A moment later, Joseph entered the room as well.
Oh gods.
Tamara, listen to me. This is a good thing. Now, you can talk to him instead, let him know that you're still alive after all.
She had no reply. And even if she'd had one, she would have been drowned out by Sam's voice. “Come on, you monsters, let's go. I've got work for you on Tauron.”
They all began to march, Tamara near the end. She was fixed up now and looked just the same as all the others. Her uncle couldn't see anything different about her anymore.
Neither could her father.
The Cylons kept marching on and on, right out the door, and now it was Tamara's turn. As she got near to it and to the men standing there, she could finally see them clearly. She looked at her father, looked at his face. His troubles always played out over his face. She could tell he was still hurting and bad. But she also saw strength there, a strength she hadn't seen before but one she recognized – in herself.
And in that moment she knew that he'd be okay without her. He had to move on with his life – and so did she. She would always be his daughter but at the same time she wasn't anymore. Not really. She thought she'd accepted that before but, obviously, she'd been wrong. It took seeing him strong to do it.
She set her gaze forward, looking at the door and nothing else, and she walked on by, without saying a word. Through the door and outside, towards the transport waiting to take them to a planet she'd heard about her entire life.
As she got into the ship, she realized Zoe hadn't said a word for what seemed like hours now. And even now, it seemed like for once she was getting some time alone with her own thoughts – though she knew somewhere out there she was still being watched.
She began to strap herself into the harness that would keep her safely stowed away until arrival, when a sudden thought struck her. She looked around. No people in sight.
She pulled her leg up, turned the foot around, and with the laser cutting attachment implanted in her arm, she carved the flowered T into her foot.
It was time to try and find a new home.
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And "Fallen Angel" belongs to thecleric007. No, the characters aren't hers, and she can't get paid for it, but if you want to reprint it anywhere, it'd be nice if you asked.
