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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (72b/?)
Date: 2016-06-03 01:11 am (UTC)“Yes ma’am,” Runner agrees, salutes. The other women follow her out, except for Burn and Drummer, who stay in the back, tying the head ranger in place, and Siri and Photo, who sit on the sofa in the corner.
Lucinda drains the bottle of water, reaches for another one. Chews up a strip of jerky and spits it onto the table for her bird, then gets another piece for herself. Swallows without chewing it completely, gets three more and chews them all at once as she watches her bird do the same with the half-chewed jerky.
“Photo, do you think you can find any knives they have around here?” She pulls open the top drawer of the desk, finds a combat knife there, lays it on the desk, flattens her palm across its handle to inspect her knuckles.
“Yes ma’am,” Photo agrees, settles her camera on the sofa along with her armor.
“Thank you, Photo,” she says, smiles. The girl disappears into the supply closet.
“What are you going to do, Lucy?” Siri asks, tucks her legs up onto the sofa. She has her coat draped over her lap, her medical bag sitting on the floor in front of her.
“I'm going to teach him and the rest of the rangers a lesson.”
“Lucy, what are you--”
“Do you want to know, Siri?” Lucinda snaps. She watches her bird, clicking across the table, picking up a pencil from the coffee mug that says #1 DAD!!!! and dropping it, before picking it up, and dropping it and picking it up, and dropping it off the table so she has to flutter to the floor to pick it up again.
Siri looks away, doesn’t answer. Lucinda flicks her eyes up at Siri, then looks away again.
“When Photo gets back, I want you to take her back to camp. Take Dredge with you, her kid has to be getting hungry by now.”
“Understood,” Siri agrees.
“And I’m sorry you ended up wrapped up in this.”
“I’ll be back once I deliver Photo to camp. Someone might need medical attention, if they’re erecting crosses or nailing bodies up.”
“We can handle it. You just--look after Birdy and Photo back at camp. Make sure they don’t come back here and see this.”
“I am not their babysitter,” Siri replies. “If any of you needs medical attention--”
“We can handle it until we get back to you, we aren’t that fragile, Siri.” Lucinda sighs, takes another drink. “You cried after your interview, you panicked when someone drew a gun on you, you've consistently demonstrated this sort of reaction to violence-induced stress, and,” Lucinda spins in her chair to look Siri in the eye. “As much as as I like you, I don’t want you around to suffer through that any more than absolutely necessary.”
Siri snorts, but looks away.
“You’re starving, I want you to eat two of those box lunches before I see you again. Especially the cookies--eat all of the cookies out of all the lunches. You need the calories. A gallon jug of water, at least. More, since they have it. Refill it out of the pump. You’ll be fine once you pee clear. You need three meals a day for the next week, at least, and something substantial for each.” Siri folds her arms, presses her lips tight.
“I know, I know,” Lucinda agrees, reaches for another bottle of water. Looks between the front door and the storeroom door, eyes narrowed. “I will, it’s okay, you’re not my babysitter either.”