It's an Honor

       — For once, this wasn’t Sarah’s heist to organize, the brunette sitting back in her chair, watching Scott fret. “Yeah, just that.” She nodded, as if it were simple. Or it would be, maybe, for someone with a little more…suave. Scott looked like hie was already sweating. “Don’t worry, no one will be looking for ya.” 

Sarah’s blase attitude made him wish that she was the one going to the event. But, it was definitely too late for that. The reassurance had him feeling slightly better, but it was fleeting. “I hope not. And you’ll be standing by, right?”

“You’ll need another board.” A shy smile appeared and he glanced over at his cat when he was mentioned. The cat had been feral and then lived on mostly human food that the soldiers would feed him. He liked chicken and broccoli even thought he quality of both was horrendous. He had been able to sneak in some cat food a few times and both were eaten with pleasure but it didn’t stop him from seeking human food.

“Maybe later. When he sees someone eating, he’ll ask for some.” There was a pause as he got lost in thought, then stood up, the ties of his hoodie swinging as he straightened his back. He walked over to the board and stared at it before speaking. “C-Can I…can I add something?”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he replied with a smile of his own. Scott was feeling a little more relaxed now that Cas had begun talking to him. The silence had been nothing short of awkward and uncomfortable. He hadn’t been sure if the Castor Clone would want to talk or exactly what his motives were. Not there was anyone left on ‘his’ side. 

Nodding when he said that he would eat later, he turned back to the computer. In just a few moments he heard Cas speak and looked over his shoulder. “Sure,” he replied, trying to not look too curious about what he would write down. “There’s a marker right there on Cosima’s desk.”

“Really?” His heart was hammering hard in his chest at the aspect of what they were hoping to accomplish tonight. “So, all I have to do is get into the party, look like I belong there,” a heavy (and shaky) exhale, “and get the book Cosima needs. Then I get out of there.”

“How many more to go?” Pressing his foot against the floor, he swiveled on his butt to face his friend. His cat stood up and stretched before curling up next to the backpack that sat a foot away from him. He wanted his cat and the contents of his backpack to be the only remnants of his past, he wanted to shred the rest, forget about it all. It wasn’t easy.

“You gonna add all of it to the board?” Cas happened to like the dry-erase board that Scott and the comic book guy had set up with all of the information linking the people together. He wanted to add information on Coady and his brothers but had yet to gather his courage to ask.

“Uh,” he sounded, lip tugging downward into a cringe. “Well, it’s now less than a hundred pages.” Noticing the small movement of the cat out of the corner of his eye, he looked down to him. “I have some extra cat food if you want-if he’s hungry I mean.”

Perking up at the question, he turned towards the board and laughed. “If I can fit anything else on there.” It was already filled with so much information. He didn’t have the heart to erase the stuff that had been necessary in the beginning, but had been solved by now.

“I guess.” Cas spoke before he raised his head to look at Scott. He had been sitting in the corner of the laboratory basement, his knees up against his chest and his eyes focused on the floor. The concern was certainly warranted, he had been sitting like that for too long. Even his cat, Jay Catsby, had shifted around more than him. “Thinking about things. Life…things… Are you okay? Getting work done?”

Scott was actually surprised he had received an answer from Cas given how zoned out he appeared. “Oh, y-yeah, almost finished scanning this encrypted page.” Rubbing at the back of his neck, he looked from the computer back to Cas. “Not that it’s all that interesting,” he said in a self deprecating way. 

“You ok?”