The Universe's Mixer

The roses - her favorite - had surprised her when she woke. There they were, splendid and beautiful, sitting in a outrageously expensive-looking vase on the nightstand by her bed. First it had been delightful, waking to the scent of fresh roses... but the delight turned to dread when she realized that the scent was from roses she never brought into her room herself.

There was a note with them. Lestat, Beauty thought to herself, rubbing her eyes wearily. She lived in a way that brought her few regrets, but the way that she and Lestat had ruined their perfectly-good friendship was quickly making a distinguished entry high on her short list of things she would have done differently. Once she read the note, she stuffed it deep into the roses, only to yelp when thorns caught at her hand. Lots of thorns. Extracting her scratched self from the dire roses, she sucked on the cut that ran over the top of her hand and stared at the window.

It was locked from the inside. How did Lestat manage to get into her bedroom? Was it last night? She couldn't recall them being there when she went to sleep. No... No, they hadn't been there before. A coldness settled in her chest. She stared at the vase and tried to think of the best way of disposing of these cursed flowers.

Thirty minutes later, Beauty had dropped the entire thing, roses, note, and vase, into a shallow grave she'd dug at the edge of the land she called her own, just a few feet away from one of the park's wending cement paths. But it wasn't enough to just bury the "gift" in the dirt where Lestat couldn't find it. She wanted to destroy it completely. It took a few minutes to find a good, big rock. It took less than that to start smashing the vase.

Beauty had no idea she had an onlooker to the destruction.

(Warning: adult content, smexy stuff)

Bruce had been pretty upset with enigma over the past few days, considering that the last time they spoke things went awry, and he was lucky that the othe guy hadnt appeared. Though he had gotten close. He was good at keeping a lid on himself, however, and he had been able to just walk away without anyone getting hurt. It was horrible, though, how he let Enigma get him like that, and he had thought about it for days and days.

He hadnt felt up to working in the lab, something that usually cooled his fury, instead staying in his room to work by himself. He hadnt heard much as far as people coming and going, and he sure hadnt heard from Enigma since that night that they fought. He wondered what she was up to, knowing she was probably out doing her normal things, or trying to win Erik over which is something he knew was important to her. Why? He wasn't exactly sure. He knew that you shouldn't have to try to impress anyone, that they should like you for who you are, or not like you at all. He knew life wasn't always so straightforward and black and white, but it was easier that way.


He was sitting on his bed, a notebook propped in his lap, the tv going in the background as noise, on some program about nature and science. He just needed the noise to keep his brain active to not get too involved in his work. He was trying to develop a serum that is injectable that would lessen the radiation that flowed through his blood. He had his glasses in and they were slowly sliding down his nose as he worked, writing something down in his notebook.

He missed enigma, and he hoped that she was at least alright in whatever she was doing. He missed her terribly, it was so lonely in the warehouse without her, and he was sorry that he'd gotten so upset with her.

He had no idea how to make it up to her, and decided that next time he saw her, he would make it up to her.