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It was definitely weird right now where Kara was. She was in Connor’s new apartment that he stayed in with his roommate, Aaliyah, helping him cook dinner for their technical daughter Summer to join them. She had just taken the food out of the oven while Connor was doing his thing when the news caught her attention. It was a live broadcasting of something happening downtown––just a few blocks away from the apartment, in fact. She stopped what she was doing and grabbed the remote off the counter, turning up the volume to listen. The woman reporting the situation obviously looked terrified, but what Kara saw in the background was Summer using her weather to hurt someone on the street. Her jaw tensed and she clenched her fist, trying not to get pissed off and spoil the mood tonight, but it was really fucking hard. 

“Connor, look,” she spoke up, pointing to the TV while she moved out of the way to get some of the food on the table. “Please tell me you have wine because I think it may be the only thing that will get me through this dinner right now.”

The was no real lasting side effects from the infection save for some mild lapses in memory. His brain cooked in the fluids meant to protect it when his fever hit 106 and held for too long. He had harder time disassociating what was real and what was part of the SIM. Summer had spent the last few nights with them seeming worried Lucien wasn’t as well as he said. She was never one to challenge his word before. If it were anyone else he would have likely said something, but Summer wasn’t like everyone else and he understood her worry. He too worried endlessly about her. 

Unfortunately the fever didn’t get rid of the thorn in his mind named Mason Thatcher. Lucien an early riser and sure to be cautious leaving the bed as to not wake Sal in no mood to speak with him unless forced to play the loving couple for his daughters sake. Making a pot of coffee he sat down in the kitchen eyes looking over the pictures he had Sal hang of the ‘happy family’ of he, Sal and Summer. 

His eyes raised when he heard someone enter the kitchen hopeful, but alas it was only Sal. His gaze returned to the pictures as he placed a spoonful of sugar into his coffee and stirred it not looking to Sal as he spoke. “When she leaves I will be sleeping in a separate room. You repulse me still.” 

Jason was sat in the tech lab staring into his paper coffee cup blankly. He didn’t know where to go. He couldn’t go home, C.A.R.M.A. knew his address with Lucas from the black out back in October. He didn’t know where Basil was and he didn’t know where Lucas was either. He could feel that he was going to break soon and he wasn’t going to be able to tell anyone at C.A.R.M.A. without blowing his cover. He stared into the coffee still and took slow, deep breaths as he tried to figure out what to do, not even noticing someone had walked into the lab.

“And how was training? Did you find it challenging enough my dear?” Lucien asked coming to stand before her. He looked down at her in a mix of adoration at his own work and how perfect she was and curiosity on how the real world was affecting her. “How are you finding things? Are they meeting your expectations?” He asked as he urged her to walk with him. “If you have the time, I thought we could go have lunch together. Perhaps outside of CARMA.” 

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