darker_london | What a mess we're in....world turns.... (Kat, Zoe, Bianca, Can be open)

Kat was in a pickle. Thomas was missing. Thomas. Thomas who Kat loved, and was in love with. Thomas who had brought her back to life again after the death of her sister. Thomas who had taught her how to love and be loved. Who had been there throughout her pregnancy, to calm her. The man had sat outside her apartment for a day and a night to keep her safe when she wouldn't let him inside. And when Kat had dumped a bucket of water over his head in a fit of pregnancy-hormone-fueled insanity (she had had several of those...) Thomas hadn't let that drive him away. He had stayed by her side. And now he was gone.

And Kat didn't know if it was alright to show her fear. Despite everything that Thomas meant and everything that he was to Kat, Kat was married to Alessa. And Kat had cheated on Alessa once with Thomas, and she'd tried again. And if she showed her distress, would Alessa feel unloved? Unwanted? Would she worry she wasn't worth anything again?

Kat kept herself distant from everyone except her children, as she knew Bianca and Zoe wouldn't know the difference. And being with them was always good for Kat's soul. So she sat with them in the nursery, playing peek-a-boo and tickle and she watched in amazement as the girls lifted themselves up with the help of her chair and then performed their little tiptoed baby-run across the room before falling back to their hands and knees in a pile of pleased one-year-olds. They were incredible. "Don't do anything medical." Kat warned them, and then she realised how much she sounded like her own mother, telling Kat and her sister not to harm each other when they were wrestling in the hallways.

The word 'medical' also made her think of Christina. And what the poor woman must be going through now. Thomas and Christina and Spectre and Jinx. The world was a fucked up place. She was going to keep her children safe from it. "Come to mummy, Little Darlings." Kat said, leaning down and holding out her hands. Her daughters obeyed, crawling back to their mother and babbling away. Kat slipped from her chair and she cuddled with them on the floor, trying very hard to hold back the tears.

If only she could open her arms to the lost people of the world and have them return to her. And when they did, she would comfort them in her embrace. Everyone would be better off for it.