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Savannah Monroe (savannah_monroe) wrote in omega_reality,

"Life happened. I'm pregnant, hormones are out of control,the people we love, the people who are our support system are missing, we lost a member of our family, you're doing something you don't like to do." She smiled a little. "G complained, but I can't imagine him wanting to let go of the lead. He'd never trust anyone else but Sam and Sam isn't getting roped into that job." She stretched up and kissed his cheek. "We... we'll figure this out. It's not the first time that we've hit bumps on the road. People see us as the Disney couple, but we've fought for this relationship from the start. I guess we fight some more. It's how we do things."

Savannah made her way to the bed, sitting with one leg under her and on foot resting on the floor. "You're wrong, Marty." She waited to feel that presence inside her head again. How do you know he wasn't a immediate threat? He could have used his power on the next person knocking on his door, or he could have exerted his power at a distance. How about the man who killed Peter? He's never an immediate threat until he is and even your power couldn't do anything. Yes, this is murder under our rules, but powers change those rules. We have rules, because cops are good, but they aren't Gods. They can't know if someone is guilty or not. They can have evidence, but they can't know for sure, not unless the man is an immediate threat and then they can shoot. You knew he was guilty with certainty and he could have used that power at any second and no one else would have known. I get that it feels different, but it's not. You were not not judge, jury and executioner. Vance was the judge and jury. You were the cop who did his job.

She leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good person, Marty, more than I am at times, because my first thought is whether you can make him forget, because I don't trust him one bit. At least he doesn't know what you can do, not for certain." She pushed her hair back, holding them from spilling in front of her face, while she thought. "So I'm assuming that it's not something you'd do, right?" She knew the answer, but she still had to check, and maybe she did miss G just a little right now, because G might actually have told him to do it, regardless off the ethic dilemma. "You know what the problem is? They don't need to find their niche. As Thomas pointed out to me, they already have their family. They don't need anyone else. The rest of us had a mishmash of people we turned into a family. Even Sean and Troy's group of friends. They don't call themselves family, but they aren't any different. They'd do anything for each other, because they'd be alone." She sighed. "All right, niche, benefit of the doubt, I can try again.. For you and not because I've changed my mind about them." And if Douglas ever betrayed Marty, she'd kill him, benefit of the doubt or not, because she might feel guilty later, but she would protect her family.