endlessdel: (HalloweenPlot-Psychotic)
Delirium ([personal profile] endlessdel) wrote2008-07-20 01:44 pm
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When he had gone to sleep the night before, he'd been thinking about Ginger. About the body. About what she had been before she was a body.

When he woke up, Ginger was standing right over him, silent, with a hole in her head. He didn't breathe - blinked and she was gone - it must have been a remnant of his subconscious, leftover from a dream he couldn't remember; one of those weird human things. But something else was wrong. Nearly everything else. He'd changed before, and he could recognize subtle shifts in his body.

This wasn't subtle.

It wasn't even his body. It was a naked, very female one, with raw, recent knife scars on the wrist -- and he knew precisely who it belonged to.

He just wasn't sure what he was doing inside it. He couldn't change form - that was a very liquid metal specific function. Besides, he definitely wasn't in the IPD office anymore. The chaos level was similar but there was no paperwork, only… art?

And no Sarah. Instead, a pair of dogs was watching him.

He sat up, slowly adjusting to the new parameters, trying to recall the dogs' names. The one with the keys seemed fairly oblivious to the situation - in fact, he seemed fairly insistent on licking him - but the German shepherd was looking at him in a very intent, very intelligent way.

Dogs had always been efficient terminator detectors.

"BaRNaBas, wHY Am I iN DeL's bOdy?" he frowned. He had her voice, too. There had always been an odd quality to it that he couldn't quite interpret or even grasp, and now he was producing it.

Barnabas gave a single bark in response. Even if he knew, he had no method of sharing the information. Dogs rarely communicated in human language. Unless they were in a Disney movie, like the strange one with the talking lions.

This wasn't a Disney movie. And there were people in the room, silent people like Ginger, but he didn't know them. After a moment of consideration he concluded that they didn't exist - not tangibly here - but were imprinted in Del's mind somehow.

He was dressed and outside a few minutes later, with a cone of ice cream in his hand and Barnabas following him quietly, probably to watch over his owner's body.

This was not good. The T-1000 was under psych observation already. And there was an investigation going on, a killer on the loose. Becoming the anthropomorphic representation of insanity was not a smart plan.

He needed Reese.

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, if Del was in Lupin's body, then whomever was in Del's body wasn't Del. She'd stopped by IPD for a look at the map and realized that Del's place was near Trance's, which meant she started walking back there.

She was pretty damned sure the inhabitant of Del's body was probably flipping out and that wasn't going to be peachy at all. There was this niggling sense that she needed to check, anyway, because she liked Del anyway. She cut through the forested section and came out fairly close to the treehouse.

And there was Del. Well, her body. With an ice cream cone.

She stopped and blinked.

"That's going to melt everywhere, you know."

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jesus fuck," Reese snapped as the ice cream slid down her face. She just stood there for a very long moment and then scowled. "Why the hell did you just hit me in the goddamn face with an ice cream cone? Good fucking morning to you, too."

Reese was crabby, she couldn't help it. Even after coffee, she was still annoyed and she still had no idea who was in her body or why this shit was going down. Christ. She managed to wipe her face off and then stood there trying to figure out what she was going to do with her hand.

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Austin?!" she said, surprised as hell. "Oh my fucking God." Del was gonna need to talk to him. "Are you okay in there? Del was gonna come looking for you. Ah well, her body, which would be...you. I'm not fake. I swear. I'm just stuck and now I'm a bit sticky and very crabby."

She stopped in front of him...her. Him.

"Why did you think I was fake?"

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Easy," she murmured, hugging him the best she could without getting anything sticky on him. "It'll be okay, Austin. We'll figure out how to get you back into your body." Somehow. She'd kept her ears open about the murder, instinct warring with the fact that there were others handling it already. "We'll figure something about helping with the murder investigation, too. Lemme wipe the ice cream off and we'll...we'll do something. Something to help. I'll stay with you. I'll stay right here."

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd have to lick my face, too," Reese said. "I'm not sure how Trance would feel about Del's body licking ice cream off her. Best to wash my hands and face, I think, but thanks for the offer."

She quirked a little smile and kissed him on the temple reassuringly.

"Let's go to the compound that way I can wash up and we can check in on the IPD." She hadn't managed to get any ice cream on her clothes, which was something of a miracle, so she didn't have to change. One less bit of trouble.

"It's a good place to start."

[identity profile] purplensparkly.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"We'll talk to Vimes," she promised gently. "He'll understand and you'll still be able to help. I know he won't discount you just because you're trapped in Del's body." Her smile was still small, but there. "It is a very nice shade of purple. If you really want me to ask about face licking, I'll do it just for you."