Cait Kincaid (miss_mercury) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-02-03 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | avalanche, mercury |
Thread: Mercury and Avalanche
Who: Cait Kincaid and Dominic Petros
When: predated Late Night, Tuesday February 5th
Where: The Brotherhood's Garage
What: After a long several months, Cait finally comes back to the Brotherhood. Of course, with her luck, it's at one of the worst possible times, and who does she run into but the one person who probably wants to tear her a new one?
However long she'd been away, Cait could still navigate the roads and side-ways to the Lair in almost pitch blackness, and still have a portion of her head free to think. Coming back, she reflected, was always the hard part. Leaving the Lair had been fine, one bag packed and a note left on a table - but returning back to her childhood home, to parents she hadn't seen since she was ten years old, had been one of the most painful things she'd suffered through since she'd first run away. Months of watching her father wrestle with the fact that his daughter was still a mutant, while her mother ignored her and she wanted to kill them both - when the old man had finally kicked it, leaving had been a whole new kind of delight.
But leaving there meant coming back here, and while the casually dropped memo, 'Gotta go, sorry, be back when I can' had seemed sufficient at the time, Cait knew now that it wasn't. Not really. Which meant that there were going to be consequences here too, people she'd let down, probably people who'd come and gone and changed without her. It would have been easier to just run away entirely, move to fucking Florida or somewhere, it was all the same now that Mutants were top dog, a girl with her skin didn't have to hide the same way as she'd once had to.
But leaving her mother and father had given Cait the opportunity to look back at her real family, and as hard as it might be, she couldn't just turn away.
The stolen motorcycle purred between her legs as Cait covered the final mile to the garage. She should have things to say, she thought, stuff prepped to make a good impression, but nothing was coming. And as she approached the entrance, saw a light on, Cait realized that she wouldn't have as much time to make up her excuses as she'd hoped. Not when she made her way in and parked the bike, only to see a shockingly familiar figure bent over a car on the other side of the garage.
Dismounting, Cait blinked and pushed windswept red hair out of her face. "Dom?"