Post by Regan Kelly on May 22, 2005 22:21:21 GMT -8
Seattle, Washington.
May, 2005.
Evening.
She forced herself to breath, willing herself to keep her eyes open.
"You can do this."
She was rolled under by the weight of his eyes, forcing herself to keep her chin up. She wrapped her arms around her middle, expression tense and vulnerable.
"I don't know."
"You can. And you do know. Now tell me your name. Your real name."
"I don't know what it could be."
He paused to stare at her for a moment, hands steepled together.
"Your name."
She bit her lip, expression twitching as fluid began to well up in her eyes. The tears eventually found their way out from her eyes, and she took an unsteady breath.
"I don-"
"Your name."
Her eyelids fluttered as she made small, trapped noises in her throat. He waited. She moaned, head ducking as she let out the first sob, covering her face with her hands.
"Catie. It's Catie."
"Your full name."
Her sobs quieted as she froze, hands dropping away from her face for a moment. "My what?"
"Your full name. You have a full name."
Her eyes took in what she looked at from behind her glass lenses. The grain of her jeans, the edge of the chair she was sitting on, the concrete floor. The shadows shed from the harsh lights above her.
"Catherine." She swallowed, looking at her blood tear streaked palms as she blinked. She removed her glasses, rubbing at her eyes with her fingertips.
They were both silent for a moment.
"Catherine Jane." She said it flatly, passing her hand over her eyes.
"Catherine Jane...?"
"Foster." It was a whisper, and she shut her eyes while he watched her.
"Very good. I think that's all for now."
She listened to him roll his wheelchair to the door, and the white coated woman on the other side opened it; the woman who had been watching the two of them through the glass panes in the door. As it shut behind him she opened, and then closed her eyes, breathing rhythmically as she clenched her fists in her lap, coaching herself into a state of calm.
"She seems to be holding up." Isabelle Toscano was immaculate, fingers tucked into the front pockets of her lab coat, staring at the door that had just closed behind her domitor.
He waved a hand, waiting for her to look down at him to meet her brown eyes with a level gaze. "My niece has a great deal of work ahead of her. Randall and Arlo will be of great help, but in the end Catie will have to do much of the work herself. She'll have to become accustomed to her true identity. She's forgotten a vast amount of what she once knew."
Her domitor looked away for a moment, blue eyes distant. She outstretched a hand, which he took in his thin, skeletal one. He squeezed it, silent for a moment, lost in thought.
"When did she go missing, originally?"
"Oh, it was... seven years ago. Yes... seven. We didn't notice at first. She's always been hard to find. She's not as... connected as much of the family. Randall looked for her, he is such a good boy, when he could spare the time. Catie was never where we saw her. Always a few steps ahead. Quite an inconvenience, but all things happen for a reason. Oh well."
Isabelle gave a curious, but silent glance at the door beyond her domitor and his wheelchair. "Is she taking it well?"
Daddy's eyes smiled; a grisly, if satisfied expression, as he patted her hand before he steepled his together. "As well as she can, Doctor, all circumstances considered. She was the center of a rather elaborate prank. Though I believe she has had the... illumination, that she required to face the truth." He nodded to himself, eyes focused inward as he stilled, before his eyes brightened again.
"But I must return to my niece, Doctor. It wouldn't do to leave her alone. Catie needs to be with her family now."
May, 2005.
Evening.
She forced herself to breath, willing herself to keep her eyes open.
"You can do this."
She was rolled under by the weight of his eyes, forcing herself to keep her chin up. She wrapped her arms around her middle, expression tense and vulnerable.
"I don't know."
"You can. And you do know. Now tell me your name. Your real name."
"I don't know what it could be."
He paused to stare at her for a moment, hands steepled together.
"Your name."
She bit her lip, expression twitching as fluid began to well up in her eyes. The tears eventually found their way out from her eyes, and she took an unsteady breath.
"I don-"
"Your name."
Her eyelids fluttered as she made small, trapped noises in her throat. He waited. She moaned, head ducking as she let out the first sob, covering her face with her hands.
"Catie. It's Catie."
"Your full name."
Her sobs quieted as she froze, hands dropping away from her face for a moment. "My what?"
"Your full name. You have a full name."
Her eyes took in what she looked at from behind her glass lenses. The grain of her jeans, the edge of the chair she was sitting on, the concrete floor. The shadows shed from the harsh lights above her.
"Catherine." She swallowed, looking at her blood tear streaked palms as she blinked. She removed her glasses, rubbing at her eyes with her fingertips.
They were both silent for a moment.
"Catherine Jane." She said it flatly, passing her hand over her eyes.
"Catherine Jane...?"
"Foster." It was a whisper, and she shut her eyes while he watched her.
"Very good. I think that's all for now."
She listened to him roll his wheelchair to the door, and the white coated woman on the other side opened it; the woman who had been watching the two of them through the glass panes in the door. As it shut behind him she opened, and then closed her eyes, breathing rhythmically as she clenched her fists in her lap, coaching herself into a state of calm.
"She seems to be holding up." Isabelle Toscano was immaculate, fingers tucked into the front pockets of her lab coat, staring at the door that had just closed behind her domitor.
He waved a hand, waiting for her to look down at him to meet her brown eyes with a level gaze. "My niece has a great deal of work ahead of her. Randall and Arlo will be of great help, but in the end Catie will have to do much of the work herself. She'll have to become accustomed to her true identity. She's forgotten a vast amount of what she once knew."
Her domitor looked away for a moment, blue eyes distant. She outstretched a hand, which he took in his thin, skeletal one. He squeezed it, silent for a moment, lost in thought.
"When did she go missing, originally?"
"Oh, it was... seven years ago. Yes... seven. We didn't notice at first. She's always been hard to find. She's not as... connected as much of the family. Randall looked for her, he is such a good boy, when he could spare the time. Catie was never where we saw her. Always a few steps ahead. Quite an inconvenience, but all things happen for a reason. Oh well."
Isabelle gave a curious, but silent glance at the door beyond her domitor and his wheelchair. "Is she taking it well?"
Daddy's eyes smiled; a grisly, if satisfied expression, as he patted her hand before he steepled his together. "As well as she can, Doctor, all circumstances considered. She was the center of a rather elaborate prank. Though I believe she has had the... illumination, that she required to face the truth." He nodded to himself, eyes focused inward as he stilled, before his eyes brightened again.
"But I must return to my niece, Doctor. It wouldn't do to leave her alone. Catie needs to be with her family now."
