Alison gives Kitty her gift from Betsy...
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xp_logsand Kit fails to cope, but in a less drastic way than usual, which is progress of a sort.
Backdated to the day after Betsy leaves.
This was going to be difficult, Kitty knew. Alison was... persistant. And clever. Running away was not an option - she'd just come looking. Besides, she'd said she'd come by, so she would.
Reaching up she knocked lightly on Al's door. This could be quick. She could get in, get her goodb... get whatever Betsy had left her and get out. There didn't have to be talking and analyzing and discussing stuff. "Al? It's me."
The door opened, Alison stepping aside right away so that Kitty could enter, the door swinging shut behind her softly afterwards. She looked tired, and yet not, a touch sad perhaps and yet somehow quietly radiant at the same time. "Thank you for coming to see me, Kitty." So many of the kids had issues and secrets and problems they didn't want to talk about. Kitty had that air about her, the one that warned of impending sinking through the floor to head for the nearest lab in the lower levels to hide out, again.
If she knew what Al was expecting of her, Kitty would be even gladder that she had decided to face the music, as it were. After all, it wouldn't do to be predictable. Or easy to find.
"Your email said there was a package?" Technically, it had also said she wanted to talk about it, but if Kit could get out of that she would.
"Yes, there is. A letter too." Alison tilted her head at Kitty, the disturbing blankness in the back of her mind ever since Betsy had severed the link not going away or fading, even though it should have - or so she thought. "I wish I could tell you that I thought she'd come back for sure, but I don't know, Kitty. I'm sorry." The last came out more woefully than she meant for it to do so, but regardless of the distance Betsy had kept everyone at for months now, Alison would still miss her friend.
Kitty nodded slowly, not voicing her theory on people who leave, never, ever to come back, but then show up whenever it happens to be convienent. "I know," she said, softly. "Thank you."
A slow nod answered that, and then Alison reached forward to draw Kitty into a hug, knowing there wouldn't be a wealth of talking tonight, but at least wanting to make sure there was the start of something started.
Kitty accepted the hug, neither stiffening under Al's touch nor clinging to her. If Al didn't know better it would have seemed like a perfectly normal hug from the girl. Of course, Al did know better, and Kitty knew (or at least guessed) that she knew. But since she didn't seem to be pushing, Kitty was willing to go with it.
"Thank you for getting the letter for me," she said, pulling away. "I probably ought to go, though." She didn't bother giving an excuse - there were pleanty of legitemate reasons she could come up with for why she needed to head out, but all of them would have sounded like an flimsy, spur of the moment excuse and Kitty didn't have the energy for it.
"Okay." Alison looked at her for a while, then offered her a small smile. "A few days. I'll come looking after that if I don't see you." A few days to hide and to do the teenager thing, but Kitty wasn't going to be allowed to dissapear. It was as close as Alison could get to telling her that - but she knew Kitty would understand.
At that, Kitty raised an eyebrow. Al was good, of course, but perfection would be hard for anyone, even a superstar. If she had been going to vanish she already would have. Besides, Jamie would find her long before anybody else noticed she'd vanished. He was good like that. Which was why she was working on her new method of hiding in plain sight. But that was complicated and not for sharing, so all she said was, "Thanks," then turned and headed out, package and letter clasped in her arms to be stared at and then opened where no one could see her cry.
The shutting out even before Kitty left had been obvious and Alison waited until the door closed to let her shoulders slump, a sigh escaping her. So much for that, it seemed.
Apparently, being one of those who stayed just wasn't good enough, after all.
Backdated to the day after Betsy leaves.
This was going to be difficult, Kitty knew. Alison was... persistant. And clever. Running away was not an option - she'd just come looking. Besides, she'd said she'd come by, so she would.
Reaching up she knocked lightly on Al's door. This could be quick. She could get in, get her goodb... get whatever Betsy had left her and get out. There didn't have to be talking and analyzing and discussing stuff. "Al? It's me."
The door opened, Alison stepping aside right away so that Kitty could enter, the door swinging shut behind her softly afterwards. She looked tired, and yet not, a touch sad perhaps and yet somehow quietly radiant at the same time. "Thank you for coming to see me, Kitty." So many of the kids had issues and secrets and problems they didn't want to talk about. Kitty had that air about her, the one that warned of impending sinking through the floor to head for the nearest lab in the lower levels to hide out, again.
If she knew what Al was expecting of her, Kitty would be even gladder that she had decided to face the music, as it were. After all, it wouldn't do to be predictable. Or easy to find.
"Your email said there was a package?" Technically, it had also said she wanted to talk about it, but if Kit could get out of that she would.
"Yes, there is. A letter too." Alison tilted her head at Kitty, the disturbing blankness in the back of her mind ever since Betsy had severed the link not going away or fading, even though it should have - or so she thought. "I wish I could tell you that I thought she'd come back for sure, but I don't know, Kitty. I'm sorry." The last came out more woefully than she meant for it to do so, but regardless of the distance Betsy had kept everyone at for months now, Alison would still miss her friend.
Kitty nodded slowly, not voicing her theory on people who leave, never, ever to come back, but then show up whenever it happens to be convienent. "I know," she said, softly. "Thank you."
A slow nod answered that, and then Alison reached forward to draw Kitty into a hug, knowing there wouldn't be a wealth of talking tonight, but at least wanting to make sure there was the start of something started.
Kitty accepted the hug, neither stiffening under Al's touch nor clinging to her. If Al didn't know better it would have seemed like a perfectly normal hug from the girl. Of course, Al did know better, and Kitty knew (or at least guessed) that she knew. But since she didn't seem to be pushing, Kitty was willing to go with it.
"Thank you for getting the letter for me," she said, pulling away. "I probably ought to go, though." She didn't bother giving an excuse - there were pleanty of legitemate reasons she could come up with for why she needed to head out, but all of them would have sounded like an flimsy, spur of the moment excuse and Kitty didn't have the energy for it.
"Okay." Alison looked at her for a while, then offered her a small smile. "A few days. I'll come looking after that if I don't see you." A few days to hide and to do the teenager thing, but Kitty wasn't going to be allowed to dissapear. It was as close as Alison could get to telling her that - but she knew Kitty would understand.
At that, Kitty raised an eyebrow. Al was good, of course, but perfection would be hard for anyone, even a superstar. If she had been going to vanish she already would have. Besides, Jamie would find her long before anybody else noticed she'd vanished. He was good like that. Which was why she was working on her new method of hiding in plain sight. But that was complicated and not for sharing, so all she said was, "Thanks," then turned and headed out, package and letter clasped in her arms to be stared at and then opened where no one could see her cry.
The shutting out even before Kitty left had been obvious and Alison waited until the door closed to let her shoulders slump, a sigh escaping her. So much for that, it seemed.
Apparently, being one of those who stayed just wasn't good enough, after all.
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