Thread: The H-word Who: Bethan and Debra What: Bethan comes to Debra for something she will never call help because shut up Where: Debra's house When: Saturday night (backdated) Warnings: tbd, besides... you know, Bethan. Being Bethan.
Bethan had stayed away from Debra this long, largely out of respect for her mourning and the memory of how she'd looked at the hospital. She wasn't sentimental, but that didn't mean she had to mess her allies up even more. Especially not now, because with the anonymous posts and the disappearances, she needed an ally more than ever. That Rose kid seemed like she had potential, but at the end of the day, Bethan needed to stick with people she knew she could trust. And she'd been trusting Debra long enough now that it seemed fair to count her in there alongside Dan.
Besides, if anyone could help safeguard against bugs, or trace the anonymous posts, or do any of that computer stuff Bethan was totally lost on, it was Debra.
So, after a quiet evening of vigilante work - with Dan's blessing; she wouldn't have gone out to fight in his body otherwise - she headed for Debra's house. She still wasn't completely used to Dan's body; his reach was longer, but he had less upper-body strength than she did, and he was just so much bulkier. Still, she'd had a while to at least start to get accustomed to it, and with her leather jacket back on (now stripped of its remaining padding and still a little tight at the shoulders) and back on the roofs of Lima, she felt like she could breathe again.
It had taken a little time to figure out where Deb lived, but she wasn't stupid. Besides, once she'd got close, it was pretty easy to tell it was Debra's house; the tinfoil and crazy wires around one window were fairly symptomatic. Now she dropped softly into a crouch on the front porch, catching her balance before standing up carefully and rapping her knuckles smartly on Debra's window.