QUAKE

Matt was at St. Agnes again, wanting to drop of extra supplies to the church so they could continue to care for those who had nowhere else to go. While he was there, he couldn’t help overhear a couple of the nuns whispering. 

“It has been there for a couple of days now.” “Do you think we should say something? Maybe they need help?” “I’m worried they are tired of waiting for the courts to be able to decide things.” 

Matt understood the nuns worries. The orphanage raised children like him who hadn’t had parents, but also housed children who had been taken from their parents for a variety of reasons. This wouldn’t be the first time someone wanted to speed up the process.  “I was about to leave anyhow. I can see what they want,” Matt offered. Both of them had been there when he’d been brought in after Midland Circle and knew he was more than he seemed. He’d be able to take care of a lot of troubling people and that was before his current transformation. “We couldn’t ask-”

“You aren’t. I’m offering,” Matt assured, offering a smile. “It really is the least I could do for all of you.” After all of the chaos they went through, it was nice to investigate a car. It was almost boringly normal and he found he wanted more situations that would be so easily handled. While Matt approached the car, he listened carefully to whoever was inside. Finding the person to be a woman who was roughly his age and currently asleep, he thought that she was most likely not there to cause any violence. He rapped sharply on her window to wake her and backed up so she would have room to get out and time to clearly see that he was blind and not a threat.  Matt heard her whisper to herself and hid his frown. He had no idea why an agent of any group would be outside of the orphanage at a time like this. “The nuns inside the church wanted to ask you that question,” Matt offered softly. “They noticed you’ve been outside for a couple of days and wanted to know if you needed help.” Though his words were polite, there was an edge to them to warn that if she wanted to help herself to something that wasn’t offered that she should move on and find somewhere else to hit up.

So that’s what it was. Not moving the car or at least driving around the block had been a huge oversight, but getting gas would draw unwanted attention considering the indefinite quarantine that the dome provided. Daisy quickly did her best to look embarrassed, running a hand through her slightly messed up hair with a dismissive laugh. He looked like any normal civilian and she could respect a protective streak for the church.  “Ah, no I’m okay. I must have lost track of time...”

Dark eyes darted towards the ignition, lacking any keys and wires exposed. Only small favors had sent someone blind to check out the loiterer than actually calling the cops. Daisy sat up straighter, squinting at the man with a small inkling of familiarity that quickly passed. “I was just passing through town visiting a friend before all this happened.” 

Large sweeping gestures helped to distract from the half truths, however such actions seemed useless on the man before her. Thankfully the evidence in the car only backed up her claims with empty food and drink containers littering the floor. A mound of clothes formed a lumpy pillow in the back seat next to her defunct lap top for when she decided to climb back for some actual rest. 

Weeks without sunlight had completely wrecked her internal schedule and Daisy would find herself becoming drowsy at odd hours. Not that it really mattered when there had still been little leads on finding the rest of her team. It was hard not to feel frustrated or hopeless, and in an attempt to feel some kind of useful she had found herself parked on a familiar old street. In front of a place in any other circumstance she would have been perfectly happy to never see again. So far, nothing had happened, only the normal (whatever that was) foot traffic that allowed for dark eyes to fall closed. 

It went against her training and Daisy could only imagine what May would say to be caught so off guard. But there was nothing but static on the radio at the moment and it would do no good to run the battery dead on her borrowed car of the week. It wasn’t long before she’d slipped into a fit of restless sleep, only to be jolted awake by a firm knock on her window.