Circle the wagons (Cai, Indigo)
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darker_londonCai needed a moment, leaning against his bedroom door like he could keep the rest of the world out. It was safe in his bedroom, comforting, familiar. It wasn’t Dom on the floor of the living room. It wasn’t Nonnie in a rain coat bent over his body.
Cai doubled over, close to throwing up again and only fighting it back because he’d promised Zoe he’d get to Rachel. He managed to keep it inside, but he did burst into tears again; they were too close to the surface to fight. Dom… Dom… Jesus Christ this couldn’t be happening.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely. Dom was the closest thing to a father he had. Dom was strength and security and support. Dom was everything. Not Dom.
Not Rachel either. How on earth were they connected? Because they must be connected somehow, mustn’t they?
He sunk down to sit on his floor, hand balled in a fist, buried in his hand at the back of his neck. The sharp pain of pulled hair mysteriously comforting.
But he was wasting time, searching for comfort here. Quickly, Zoe had said, and Cai had promised. His sleeve was already damp when he dragged it across his face, then pulled himself together into a shaky simulacrum of a person and ran down the stairs, to find the keys to the car.
Course – he got stuck in traffic. Cai sat at a standstill, his hands squeezing the life out of the wheel, telling himself how stupid he was – how he should have taken his bike because bikes don’t have to stop.
He wasn’t even embarrassed when the woman in the car beside him caught him crying, his forehead pressed against the wheel. She looked at him like he might be an alien, and pulled out really quickly when the lights changed.
Cai couldn’t get the image of Nonnie finding Dom dead on the floor out of his head. It made him want to crumble in on himself; those two people were the root of all his strength. Yeah yeah – Jesus too, but… They raised him. They were his parents. The thought of losing Dom – and what it would inevitably do to Nonnie – was unbearable.
And Faye? Roe? What would happen to them? Would Nonnie be able to keep them?
Cai felt like tearing out his hair, like screaming, like slamming the car into something hard.
What the fuck was he doing following Zoe’s visions instead of his own? Had he abandoned his family? Was Zoe right when she said they had time?
He hated her just a little bit.
No, he didn’t hate her, he was just freaking out.
And he still felt sick from his vision. He shouldn’t have been driving. There’s no way he should have been driving. Yet here he was, on a mission for Zoe – for Rachel.
Rachel – he barely thought about her till he was turning onto her street. He didn’t know what he was expecting… something more dramatic than he found. The street looked normal, pristine, even. He was about to pull up directly in front of Rachel’s house when he remembered Zoe’s warning to keep away if something was happening, and parked in a spot a few houses down instead.
But nothing was happening, and Cai couldn’t bear to just sit there and wait for Zoe. Zoe lived far away. Zoe would have to face the traffic too. Zoe could be a long time. So Cai got out of the car, but he left the keys in the ignition, and the door unlocked, in case he needed to get back in. He wished he had someone else with him, anyone would do.
He pressed the backs of his hands against his eyes, let the gentle pressure and cool skin of his hands relieve his burning hot eyes a little, then wiped away the tears that were clinging to his eyelashes.
This was when he should have been wearing a hoodie to disguise himself or something. Cai wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be hiding from, though. And on second thoughts, lurking round a neighbourhood like this in a hoodie wasn’t the best idea either. He’d be no use to anyone if some concerned WASP called the police on him.
Cautiously, Cai approached the big iron gates of Rachel’s house, wedged between the tall brick fence. It was quiet inside, but there were lights on, so perhaps someone was home. Maybe it was even Rachel. Maybe she’d just come by to pick up a few more clothes, and her phone battery had died or she’d lost it. People lost phones all the time, after all. And Rachel could be scatter-brained; could definitely be careless sometimes.
Despite Zoe’s warnings, Cai decided to go in. It was the simplest solution to the problem; knock on the front door. Or, if not the front door itself, then the speaker at the gate.
He let his finger make the decision and pressed the button before he had a chance to rehearse what he might say. “Hey – good evening,” he tripped a little at first, but fell back on manners. “It’s Cai, Cai Finch. I was wondering if Rachel was there?”
“Piss off, Finch,” came Indigo’s voice through the speaker.
“Is she there? Indigo?”
Laughter, like a – like a villain in a film. "I said get lost. Leave us alone. Va-fucking-mos."
“Indigo? Please!” He wasn’t sure what else he could do (other than tell her she was using vamos wrong.) She was a demon, right, but still a person? She wasn’t, couldn’t be, actually evil. They went to school together, for goodness sake! She was friends with Alex! Alex wouldn’t befriend a villain!
"Fuck OFF!" Indigo snapped, and Cai stepped away from the speaker like her voice could actually wound him.
Maybe Alex was the answer… maybe she could help. If he couldn’t get through to Indigo, and trying to break in was so out of the question he dismissed it firsthand…
Any other day Cai would have felt really bad about calling her, but today… today was so far past bad already. He didn’t have anything to lose, and maybe Rachel did. So he pulled out his phone, and he called his ex-girlfriend.
Cai doubled over, close to throwing up again and only fighting it back because he’d promised Zoe he’d get to Rachel. He managed to keep it inside, but he did burst into tears again; they were too close to the surface to fight. Dom… Dom… Jesus Christ this couldn’t be happening.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely. Dom was the closest thing to a father he had. Dom was strength and security and support. Dom was everything. Not Dom.
Not Rachel either. How on earth were they connected? Because they must be connected somehow, mustn’t they?
He sunk down to sit on his floor, hand balled in a fist, buried in his hand at the back of his neck. The sharp pain of pulled hair mysteriously comforting.
But he was wasting time, searching for comfort here. Quickly, Zoe had said, and Cai had promised. His sleeve was already damp when he dragged it across his face, then pulled himself together into a shaky simulacrum of a person and ran down the stairs, to find the keys to the car.
Course – he got stuck in traffic. Cai sat at a standstill, his hands squeezing the life out of the wheel, telling himself how stupid he was – how he should have taken his bike because bikes don’t have to stop.
He wasn’t even embarrassed when the woman in the car beside him caught him crying, his forehead pressed against the wheel. She looked at him like he might be an alien, and pulled out really quickly when the lights changed.
Cai couldn’t get the image of Nonnie finding Dom dead on the floor out of his head. It made him want to crumble in on himself; those two people were the root of all his strength. Yeah yeah – Jesus too, but… They raised him. They were his parents. The thought of losing Dom – and what it would inevitably do to Nonnie – was unbearable.
And Faye? Roe? What would happen to them? Would Nonnie be able to keep them?
Cai felt like tearing out his hair, like screaming, like slamming the car into something hard.
What the fuck was he doing following Zoe’s visions instead of his own? Had he abandoned his family? Was Zoe right when she said they had time?
He hated her just a little bit.
No, he didn’t hate her, he was just freaking out.
And he still felt sick from his vision. He shouldn’t have been driving. There’s no way he should have been driving. Yet here he was, on a mission for Zoe – for Rachel.
Rachel – he barely thought about her till he was turning onto her street. He didn’t know what he was expecting… something more dramatic than he found. The street looked normal, pristine, even. He was about to pull up directly in front of Rachel’s house when he remembered Zoe’s warning to keep away if something was happening, and parked in a spot a few houses down instead.
But nothing was happening, and Cai couldn’t bear to just sit there and wait for Zoe. Zoe lived far away. Zoe would have to face the traffic too. Zoe could be a long time. So Cai got out of the car, but he left the keys in the ignition, and the door unlocked, in case he needed to get back in. He wished he had someone else with him, anyone would do.
He pressed the backs of his hands against his eyes, let the gentle pressure and cool skin of his hands relieve his burning hot eyes a little, then wiped away the tears that were clinging to his eyelashes.
This was when he should have been wearing a hoodie to disguise himself or something. Cai wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be hiding from, though. And on second thoughts, lurking round a neighbourhood like this in a hoodie wasn’t the best idea either. He’d be no use to anyone if some concerned WASP called the police on him.
Cautiously, Cai approached the big iron gates of Rachel’s house, wedged between the tall brick fence. It was quiet inside, but there were lights on, so perhaps someone was home. Maybe it was even Rachel. Maybe she’d just come by to pick up a few more clothes, and her phone battery had died or she’d lost it. People lost phones all the time, after all. And Rachel could be scatter-brained; could definitely be careless sometimes.
Despite Zoe’s warnings, Cai decided to go in. It was the simplest solution to the problem; knock on the front door. Or, if not the front door itself, then the speaker at the gate.
He let his finger make the decision and pressed the button before he had a chance to rehearse what he might say. “Hey – good evening,” he tripped a little at first, but fell back on manners. “It’s Cai, Cai Finch. I was wondering if Rachel was there?”
“Piss off, Finch,” came Indigo’s voice through the speaker.
“Is she there? Indigo?”
Laughter, like a – like a villain in a film. "I said get lost. Leave us alone. Va-fucking-mos."
“Indigo? Please!” He wasn’t sure what else he could do (other than tell her she was using vamos wrong.) She was a demon, right, but still a person? She wasn’t, couldn’t be, actually evil. They went to school together, for goodness sake! She was friends with Alex! Alex wouldn’t befriend a villain!
"Fuck OFF!" Indigo snapped, and Cai stepped away from the speaker like her voice could actually wound him.
Maybe Alex was the answer… maybe she could help. If he couldn’t get through to Indigo, and trying to break in was so out of the question he dismissed it firsthand…
Any other day Cai would have felt really bad about calling her, but today… today was so far past bad already. He didn’t have anything to lose, and maybe Rachel did. So he pulled out his phone, and he called his ex-girlfriend.
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