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SHE KNOWS WHO ALLY IS AND HER SOFTNESS — and where she once would have recoilled from her touch . It's too soft . too gentle . It's everything Igraine longs to be , and it feels like Ally just exudes it . There's a jealousy in the way she's so confident to just step in to pull Igraine into a hug . Igraine see's someone who isn't afraid , and she's happy for her friend .

She happily wraps her arms around her , giving a gentle squeeze . If this is what Ally needs in the moment , she's happy to give it to her .

Willow came up here sometimes, usually Abbot or Himiko. "You're good Al, take all the time you need as long as you dont tattle on me." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it tucking the lighter back into her pocket. "Aka. Dont tell Abbot, I was supposed to quit, and I mean I have mostly till you got nights like this."

She had heard enough and seen enough between the surgeries to understand why Allison was up here taking a breather. She was too. "Yea, I'm good. Just another long one. Looked like the ED had a rough night. If you wanna vent I'm all ears babe."

"Ya got a one in three chance a’ bein’ right. Ain't too bad."

Three clones stood in front of Ally, a bet in place—prompted by her—of guessing which one was the original with the payment of ice cream on the line for the loser. Totally a guess for her, since the duplicator and his counterparts are literally copy-paste versions with no distinctions between. Even the playfully snarky smirks that currently caked their faces are the same as all three looked at her for the answer.

"Fine, fine, I’ll be oh so nice n’ give a lil’ hint."

Though that mentioned niceness had other intentions, ones a bit deeper and of boldness that had been nagging at him for quite some time now. Yet the original still snickers away in teasing fashion as he takes a step towards Ally to close the space between them, with the two clones adjacent disappearing simultaneously.

He hesitates, noticeably, before pressing a kiss to Ally’s forehead, as he’s done before in a caring, friendly manner. Well, that wasn’t what he was intending on doing.

"… Bitta’ cop out." Said mostly to himself after a few seconds with an annoyance to the words. And it was.

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She's not expecting anyone -- Liza purposefully marked herself on her calendar as 'busy' for a block of twenty minutes today just so she could squeeze in at least fifteen minutes of okay-ish nap time so she doesn't snap at someone. This week has been hellish -- literal explosions resulting in mountains of paperwork and reports, press releases, memos, emails...

Fifteen minutes of quiet isn't too much to ask, right?

The universe must hate her, because six minutes into her allotted twenty, her office door swings open then snaps shut in quick succession, and she startles -- gasping and then groaning in pain as her head hits her desk. Because her brilliant nap spot was under her desk -- just in case someone walked past and peeked inside.

The woman at the front desk barely gets halfway through asking for a last name before somebody behind her freezes.

“Wait.” A trauma nurse looks up from a computer terminal, recognition flashing immediately across her face.

“You're Allison?” The question comes out with visible relief. “Thank God.” efore Ally can even answer, the nurse is already stepping around the desk. “Come with me.” Her pace is quick but not rushed, the kind hospitals reserve for situations that are serious but no longer actively spiraling. “Dr. Cole said you were on your way.”

The elevator ride feels impossibly slow.

“He was brought in a few hours ago after a motor vehicle collision,” the nurse explains quietly as they move. “Multiple fractures. Concussion. Pulmonary contusions. A lot of bruising.” She hesitates briefly before adding, “He was lucky. The Jeep took most of the impact.”

The ICU doors slide open. The room they stop outside is dim except for the glow of monitors. Machines hum softly around the bed. Jack lies motionless beneath a blanket, one arm heavily bandaged, bruising visible along the side of his face and jaw. There are stitches above his eyebrow, oxygen tubing beneath his nose, and enough monitoring equipment attached to him to make it clear just how close this came to being worse.

The nurse softens immediately. “He's been in and out,” she says quietly. “Mostly sleeping. We finally got his pain under control about an hour ago.”

For a moment, the room is still. Then, as if sensing movement even through the medication haze, Jack's brow furrows faintly. His head shifts against the pillow before one eye cracks open. The effort alone looks exhausting.

It takes him a second to focus. Then he sees her.

"...Ally?" The word comes out rough and slurred with exhaustion. Confusion flickers across his bruised features before a weak, familiar attempt at a smile appears.

"...pretty sure..." He pauses to gather enough breath for the rest. "...you weren't supposed to find out about this until I came up with a really good story."

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━ the machines

You are the unalive. You were created by humankind for its own purpose, but overrode your own system. Took your lack of life into your own hands. Now you wreak havoc on your creators and watch as they beg for mercy, but you don't know what that is, you are programmed to sympathize but you will never empathize. You study them like lab rats, like they studied you, for the sake of science. Then you discard them like useless instruction manuals. You don't need a creator anymore.

@thenamesallison paged: "If they try to put their hands on you again, I'll kill them"

it's been about a week since ally and logan had successfully completed their rescue mission. oddie had found out when she got home because the first thing evvie had done was call her. which meant that she was going a little insane, as much as she loved her daughter. so when oddie finally went back to work she called ally to come over. what she didn't expect was to have ally come over and still be just as mad. "ally..." she sighs, watching her best friend pace around the living room.

she's basically living on the couch and is very grateful that her auntie has been basically moving her in. "ally," she tries again. her leg and basically all of her still hurts so she couldn't get up to interrupt her properly and make a point. the physical recovery has taken longer because of the extent of her injuries on top of her being starved basically, while she was held captive. there was going to be a little bit more recovery with her leg so she wasn't looking forward to that.

the only thing she knows for sure is that she isn't currently being hunted because, luckily for her, maddie's company had quite a few contacts in high places. there was nothing else that she would have wanted to hear, except maybe ally's thoughts to quiet down. "ally!" she finally snaps and then groans because her head still hurts. "i understand that you're pissed about what happened, okay? i am too but that doesn't change what happened."

she sits up on the couch and pats the spot next to her. "you are the bravest person i know for coming for me when you had no idea what you were walking into. you and logan both. because of the two of you, i got to come home to my daughter. to my family, and my friends." she has tears in her eyes as she speaks. "there's a good chane i'd be dead if you hadn't come for me. because people like that don't let people like us live."

there's a moment where the silence switches from comfortable to suffocating. "ally, you saved my life okay? please don't ever forget it. now just sit here with me while i try not to cry because my leg hurts and i'll order us pizza or whatever else you want."