#cloneversations

Sarah snatches up one of the wayward twins, barely remembering to set down her pencil before something terrible can happen (and with babies, something terrible can always happen); she glances around for Helena while the boy in her arms starts getting wiggly.

The other twin (it still takes her a hot second to think of them as having names rather than Orange and Purple) appears at her feet and she scoops him up as well, still wondering why on earth Helena gives them free reign over the place.

She’s about to start calling for Helena when, rounding a corner, she almost trips over her: dead asleep on the floor by the blanket where the boys had been playing - and Sarah, chuckling softly, takes her nephews off to have some quiet adventure somewhere else.

1. Meeting sober Alison was a bit of a disappointment after their first encounter on Alison’s front porch. The closed mindedness and paranoia was really only hurting their potential partnership - particularly when Alison shot down any and all suggestions that actively involved her in any way.

2. Beth was always trying to reconcile the two: Alison with her fears (“I’ll do whatever it takes to help you feel safe”) and Cosima with her bold plans (“This can’t get out yet; can’t you keep it quiet for a while - at least until we know what we’re dealing with?”)

3. Alison hated the pitying looks she got from Beth and Cosima whenever she insisted on her safety. They weren’t married. They didn’t have kids. While Beth had a boyfriend, she still didn’t seem to have any tether to the life she had. Alison knew her fears were justified, but she still hated feeling like the villain.

4. Beth chose not to tell them about Sarah; it’s not like Sarah was around to join their little Clone Club (Cosima’s idea). But Beth was secretly very curious about Kira, Sarah’s daughter. She wouldn’t dare act on that curiosity, but she held it close to her, like a beacon of hope.

J. When words aren’t enough.

Y. Tears.

Sarah has that red-eyed look that speaks of recently-shed tears, even if all is dry and “sorted” (Sarah’s word) now; Rachel feels... something, seeing that redness (like the other side of the spinning coin that is the anger/grief dichotomy, which Sarah has been flirting with like a child flicking quarters on a tabletop to watch them spin and listen to the hum of the metal on wood) but she can’t define the feeling

                                                         [can’t = chooses not to].

“I’m sorry about Siobhan,” Rachel says, simply (Sarah probably thinks “unfeelingly” but that is simply because Rachel is...

                                                        [Rachel is Rachel]

not sure how she should feel and therefore

                                                        [Rachel is a part... apart]

 does not) and then adds, “Truly,” like it will mean any more to Sarah.

                                                        [It doesn’t.]

H. Someone’s greatest fear.

Rachel considers her files, her years of careful cultivation and research, the notes and the names and the sheer effort that went into everything. But a list of names is all she can part with, all she can truly stand to give.

Because if she relinquishes the rest of it - the data, the monitor information, their favorite foods, their greatest fears - what use is Rachel then? What purpose did all of this data acquisition serve if she merely hands it over to Felix and Cosima and Sarah?

No, she will not do all the work for them.

She will not let herself become their meek little lapdog. She will give then the names, and she will disappear. That is enough.

The short hair is easier

                                                         to wash

                                                   to style

                                             to feel

                                       to verify

that Alison                                                          [ a l m o s t ]

forgets that it’s

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But - butbutbutbut - it is hers, and she sometimes f

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and that’s not fair to things she’s trying to forget - in the way she’s trying to

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other things like:

-Beth

-MK

-Katja    -Jennifer

-Danielle   -Aryanna -JanikaCamillaCharlotteKrystal

Siobhan.

They’re not all dead - not all, not yet - but she has to remember them, has to, has to, so that they don’t disappear

                                                         like so much else has.

If I have time off work and/ or a day of school, I can usually knock out a standard 300-400 page book in a day / day and a half. I also tend to read in class (that's actually how I met one of my best friends in college: she saw me reading in one of our CS classes and though I must be a genius). It's also less of a mental commitment for me than tv or video games, because I always think I don't have enough time for those things but I can inadvertently read for hours.

Also: my Kindle fits in the pocket of my jacket or, conversely, has its own reserved pocket in my backpack.

Beth sips her cappuccino - two extra shots with coconut milk - and thinks back to when Sarah and Cosima first taught her how to make drinks.

Taught is a fairly… inaccurate word for what went down; they bickered and disagreed and gave her conflicting advice, but somehow by doing a little bit of what each of them said, she was a pretty damn good barista.

The company-wide barista competition is coming up, and the boss nominated her (though everyone knows Sarah was the top pick before, well, everything); she doesn’t even have Sarah’s help to train, only Cosima.

I have not. For a fic writer, I have read startlingly few fics - at least after season 3 began. I also don’t tend to read fluff or particularly shippy things, so that severely limits my options, generally.