Edith Olson (skintightsecret) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-03-03 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase beckett, edith olson |
Who: Chase and Eddie
What: Arkin's Second and Tristan's Second talk.
When: Tuesday March 3rd, afternoon
Where: Arkin's safehouse
Warnings: Feels [tbd]
Status: Ongoing
After the disaster that was an honest, well-meaning mistake gone horribly, ineptly wrong, Eddie remained far more focused on the leftover paperwork that Ford had rather than trying to talk to his Collected. It hadn't been just a trying weekend for her, but Elijah and Tristan were left much more exhausted and unhappy by this turn, though she and her boyfriend worked through it, and she figured the best way she could help was to match the images on the wall to the entries in Ford's work. Because that man had known every picture, every person, every moment, but the two twenty-somethings were left with a puzzle. So on her shift, with Tristan at home working on schoolwork, she remained at the safe house. Dressed already in scrubs for her night shift at the hospital, she looked like a woman who was drained by two jobs, emotional toil, and clingy ghosts - though, who didn't? But she was peppy and determined enough to channel through it all, focusing on her purpose and her position with a clearer mind than in ages. It was a lie to say she was in a good place, but frankly none of them were when it came to the Collection. And though Chase said very little, only to continuously support the cause, she was sure he was one of those taking it the hardest. When she'd first discovered Chase had been the man she possessed on Halloween, one of the goons who'd helped Arkin Ford abduct her, and then pieced together that he was the officer (of the law) who had shacked up a few times with her best friend, she did what anyone would do in her position: she decked him. It had felt good in the moment, but it later became one of the things which grew further complicated as they tumbled further down Ford's rabbit hole. To be honest, she didn't like Chase. She had no earthly reason to. To her, he'd betrayed every principal of being a police officer by assisting a man who was a known criminal and madman. And then to have been associated with Frank, that protective instinct that Frank might have been another Collected just compounded into absolute distaste for the man. He was, as she believed, the example of everything that was wrong with the Collection's mindset. But in pieces she began to see more of him, or more of the fragments of him he cared to toss out. She thought about how Elijah truly believed that Ford was doing right by the world and by these people to the point that he excused what had been done to her. And it had forced her to look at these people in a different light. At one time last year she might have joined Ford. Felt the compulsion, was pulled in by the secrecy and by her own curious fear. Remembered she said so herself to Tristan that Ford broke all of his people, only to make himself the only reason they would want to put themselves back together. She was still too angry at Chase to pity him - not that he'd appreciate pity, she was certain - but she began to see...something that resonated. That maybe she'd been wrong about exactly what kind of man he was. And in light of Ford's death, his former second in command looked more like a ghost than anyone here. She didn't pry. Wanted to, naturally, because that was just her way. But as Chase hung around the safehouse with seemingly nowhere else to go, she came upstairs and joined him in the kitchen. It wasn't their first time alone since she punched him, but it was perhaps the first time they'd really coexisted without a heavy fog between them. Boiling water to make tea (Tristan had converted her), she looked sidelong at Chase. "Want coffee?" |