Simon was expecting Dr. Hammond to hear about what happened with Caitlinn, but his reaction was not at all what he was planning for.
"This is an expensive suit, Dr. Hammond. You're wrinkling it-"
"If you ever lay a hand on her again, Simon."
Simon looked down at Dr. Hammond's hands and was surprised at the level of strength the Piper had as he was pressed up against one of the window walls of his office.
"I'd say this type of reaction should be directed toward the Piper who failed-"
Hammond's grip tightened on his silk suit lapels and inwardly Simon lamented the exquisite material.
"My Piper will be dealt with, but just so we're clear. You touch her again, I'll not only walk out of here, Simon, but I'll rip your fucking face off. Treaty or no treaty. Am I being clear enough for you?"
Simon could easily kill Hammond. He could put the werewolf through the glass and let him deal with the thousand plus foot drop, but on the flip side of that, Hammond could do the same thing. They were at an impasse. Relenting, Simon raised his eyebrows.
"Crystal clear, Dr. Hammond." Slowly Charlie let go of Simon's suit. Simon looked down at his jacket and flicked an annoyed look at the werewolf. "This is ruined."
"Ellis," Charlie said, looking over at Simon's desk. Simon was impressed more and more by these werewolves and their innate abilities of detection. "Stay away from my Pipers unless you want them to eat you."
Ellis appeared out of her blend, sitting prettily on the edge with her legs crossed. "I'm fairly certain Piper Paulson wants to do more than eat me, but that is my hope." She giggled softly, making Hammond roll his eyes.
Simon listened to Charlie's heart beat, half expecting the angry racing that just the mention of Ellis did to the other Pipers, but he calmly looked at her and then glared back at Simon. Both JT and Charlie could ignore their Blood Memory rage - it was a curious thing.
"Did I leave a mark? I wasn't trying to," he said with an unhappy face.
"I won't warn you again, Simon. I walk. Lewis destroys your mainframe. I rip your fucking head off."
Simon huffed. "All that, for one human?"
Ellis whistled, "She must be amazing."
Charlie stepped away and turned his back on Simon, again something no other Piper could do, save for Paulson, and left without another word. Ellis slipped off the desk and crossed her arms.
"So Mr. Hammond and Mr. Paulson aren't affected by the Blood Memory?"
"Apparently not," Simon said, taking his jacket off and tsking at the wrinkles. Throwing the silk garment onto the black, square leather couches near the window where he usually sat with Vivienne and her daughter, he undid his tie and walked to his bathroom and adjoining closet. "I love this jacket."
"What do they have in common, other than being werewolves? Are their...what do they call them...are their gifters not pure to the source?"
Simon tossed his tie and took off his shirt, pulling another off a hanger in the large walk-in closet. "I'm fairly certain it's lineage with Piper Paulson. Vivienne's said as much, as least."
"Why don't you just sleep with her already? I bet she'd be more agreeable and forthcoming with information."
"Because you or her Brig wouldn't mind that," he said with a smile, buttoning his shirt.
Ellis huffed at the doorway. "I can't wait to kill her. Hurry up and be done with her already."
Simon bristled but ignored Ellis' jealous jab. He held in his distaste for Ellis' jealousy and on cue, he could feel her poking around their aura, trying to get a rise out of him.
Alpha
"Have you been up here yet?"
JT stood just slightly ahead of Caitlinn, assuming the protective stance, as he escorted Cait up to Huntington's penthouse office at the top of the North Tower of Duibne. Everything was steel, shiny, or glass. The elevator was the private car that went directly to the top floor. Looking down and to the right, Cait was looking up at him with soft brown eyes and an openly curious expression.
"Simon's office? No, not yet."
Cait nodded and looked away. She gulped and shifted uncomfortably, her brown skin sweating under her soft purple dress. She had started to wear them more often now, presumably for his boss, but all the Pipers had noticed. Gone were the jeans, sneakers, and graphic tees - her style was evolving into a more feminine look. Definitely more skin.
"You look nice," he said without thinking. He felt a blush rise up into his cheeks and he looked back at the doors of the elevator, which didn't help any considering they were more of the shiny reflective steel.
Cait only snorted softly and then cleared her throat. The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened slowly with a melodious chime. She took a step and he immediately held his arm out, stopping her.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting."
JT put his hand on her shoulder and pat it gently. Taking a step out the door, he looked down both sides of the hallway and inhaled. After a few seconds, he turned back to Cait and held his hand out to her politely. She swiped at it playfully.
"You're always so formal, stop already," she mumbled, making him grin.
"It would really ruin my day if I let you get hurt, you know," he said as they walked into the lobby before Simon's enormous office. The secretary stood politely and held her hand out to the door. Nodding, JT opened the door and inhaled again, letting his senses take in everything in the office. Steel, dirt, and oak - Simon's scent, mixed in with leather from the furniture and random other scents of Pipers, Vivienne, baby Catherine, but nothing out of the ordinary. Except...flowers. Orchids. A new scent, a very pleasant, beautiful scent that lingered in the office.
Waiting at the door, Cait entered the room and began talking to Simon. JT looked around the office and marveled at the almost 360 view. Vampires...sheesh.
Simon Huntington
11 years ago
Ellis Duban
11 years ago
Ellis did her best to fool her shared aura with Simon and think not happy thoughts, but distracting, emotional thoughts. Simon would be expecting her jealousy, so why not give into that innate fury when really, the past several years have given her more than her fair share to think about. Suspicion was foremost in her mind; everything happened not just for a reason, but maybe by design. There was no such thing as coincidence. No funny, weird occurance. No quaint happenstance. Fate was what people called a series of events that seemed to fanciful to be anything but random. Hillman's theft and death, her death and resurrection, Simon's acension, the werewolves, the zombies, the Pipers and their Blood Memory....was that fate?
Bullshit. Nothing happened randomly, but could someone be that lucky - that good at planning for years? Whoever it was, she was envious of their patience.
But in the here and now was Vivienne and the Pipers. "You wiped out that pack up North last winter for her, didn't you?"
Simon tucked in his shirt and nodded with a suspicious look.
"That pack ran Randolph."
"It's all ours now. Absorbed into DI. What about them?"
Ellis was trying to decide if Randolph's destruction wasn't actually advantageous. The best laid plans require patiences and always a Plan B. Half the fun of scheming was not just seeing your deviousness rewarded, but allowing for fate. Random events - that pure, sweet chaos - could really fuck a good plan up. Was Vivienne that one random event? She had to be - who could plan for werewolves to fall in love. Sure, you could push someone in another person's direction, set the stage for some sweet fucking, but from what Simon said about Vivienne and her Commander - it went deeper than just love, it was by physical design that they were meant for each other. If someone figured out how to manipulate DNA to do that...mentally Ellis whistled enviously.
"There's a common denominator somewhere. Or rather, something so...not."
Simon pulled a tie out and knotted it, thinking quietly for a moment. "What do you mean? With the Pipers?"
Ellis shrugged, "With everything. What does one thing have to do with everything else?"
"That's not vague," he mumbled, passing by her back into his office.
There was something there - a half truth, a clue, but she couldn't see it. Maybe she was just too far away to see it. Or too close. With a half shrug, Ellis followed Simon back, letting the idea file itself away.
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Bullshit. Nothing happened randomly, but could someone be that lucky - that good at planning for years? Whoever it was, she was envious of their patience.
But in the here and now was Vivienne and the Pipers. "You wiped out that pack up North last winter for her, didn't you?"
Simon tucked in his shirt and nodded with a suspicious look.
"That pack ran Randolph."
"It's all ours now. Absorbed into DI. What about them?"
Ellis was trying to decide if Randolph's destruction wasn't actually advantageous. The best laid plans require patiences and always a Plan B. Half the fun of scheming was not just seeing your deviousness rewarded, but allowing for fate. Random events - that pure, sweet chaos - could really fuck a good plan up. Was Vivienne that one random event? She had to be - who could plan for werewolves to fall in love. Sure, you could push someone in another person's direction, set the stage for some sweet fucking, but from what Simon said about Vivienne and her Commander - it went deeper than just love, it was by physical design that they were meant for each other. If someone figured out how to manipulate DNA to do that...mentally Ellis whistled enviously.
"There's a common denominator somewhere. Or rather, something so...not."
Simon pulled a tie out and knotted it, thinking quietly for a moment. "What do you mean? With the Pipers?"
Ellis shrugged, "With everything. What does one thing have to do with everything else?"
"That's not vague," he mumbled, passing by her back into his office.
There was something there - a half truth, a clue, but she couldn't see it. Maybe she was just too far away to see it. Or too close. With a half shrug, Ellis followed Simon back, letting the idea file itself away.
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