did you say your prayers?

[attitude]

You can live through anything, now. You'll survive if the world is turned inside out. And it will be. Sooner than you think.

There are days when sleep seems to be a shroud that slips over Faye in waves, occasionally clinging to her shoulders, eyelids heavy as lashes touch her cheeks. It's easy to sleep here. It grow still more so by the day, only the occasional interruption keeping her up at night, but her life has been a transient one ever since she woke up in that chamber, and so she's learned to cope with that long ago. People might disappear. People will, if patterns persist. But she'll survive through anything.

She always has.

A touch, cold like ice, brushes against her arm. Another, against her calf. A hand brushes away the sensation with an irritated flick, only to feel something hard knocking against her knuckles. Brow furrowing, Faye's hand turns, pressing harder still against a smooth, rounded surface, until glass jars against glass and her eyes fly open. Revealing butterflies in the sky.

The most beautiful butterflies in the world.

Her breath starts to shake as she glances down, gold darting between pearls of cerulean blue, marble after marble closing around her from all sides, scattered across the sandy beach, a sharp pain under her hand as she shoves herself to her knees.

"No. I need a knife, I need—"

Hands desperately grabbing through air, she tries to push them away, every one of the butterflies, until a face suddenly appears only yards away.

"Get back."


[ There are a thousand blue marbles scattered across the beach, most of them pooled by Faye's side, her 2012 NDPD. The butterflies mentioned in the narrative are not real; they're the result of nanomachines in her bloodstream. Faye thinks that the marbles are biological weapons as she once encountered in her world, but they're actually harmless, although she's very obviously panicked as a result. ]

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[attitude]

"Yeah," mutters Faye, groaning before she pushes up and to her feet, knocking the sand off her hands before resting them both on her hips and surveying the stretch of shore in front of her. "It's not like I can leave until I know that all of these have been collected somewhere. Or as many as I can find. Can only hope that there weren't any that appeared deeply buried underground."

The breeze weaves between the two of them, picking up Faye's hair and whipping it around her eyes, nose itching from the graze. Sighing deeply, she glances over to ask, "Any brilliant ideas on how to do this? I don't expect you to stay, by the way— I mean. I appreciate it. But there's no pretending that it isn't dull work."

[notfaking_it]

"The two of us can make anything interesting," Lily answers with a shrug and a smile, rising to her feet as well and looking around at the marbles. There are an awful lot, but she isn't going to leave Faye alone to take care of such a thing, not when it's so obviously made such a mark on her.

"We could use my bag," she says after a moment, gesturing to where she's dropped the gym bag in the sand. Her shoes and dance clothes are in there, but they can be taken out, left on the beach for a time while they collect the marbles. There isn't anything so deeply personal in there that she'll be upset if it's lost or taken by someone who catches sight of it in the sand. "They won't all fit, but at least it's a bit of a start."

More importantly, she hopes Faye will feel better with something to do, a task to accomplish, even if it's only collecting the marbles and putting them in a bag.

[attitude]

It's the remark which brings a slight smile to Faye's lips. The remark itself is probably only special in that it's anything but— just a plain statement made, a confidence easily shared between most friends. But it's so painfully normal that Faye finds herself hurtling back to years long past, when she and her friends would gather around the fountain, marveling over the sound of water as it splashed out over the ocean, staring at the blue horizon and wondering where they'd end up if they swept out as far as they could.

This reminds her of that, even though they're grown enough not to see adventure for its own sake.

"Or the towel," she replies, glancing over at the heap, folded over unintentionally in her panic. "At least the work isn't the kind to require a lot of brainpower."

[notfaking_it]

"We can manage it, anyway, between the two of us," Lily teased gently as she reached for her bag and began to take her things out. There wasn't much; a pair of tights and a tank top, her pointe shoes, a towel, and she folded her clothes into the towel before leaving it to rest on the sand.

"Why would someone create a virus like this?" she asked as she began to collect the marbles strewn in the sand. Every so often she'd pause and look at one, watch the light reflect off it, the way the sunlight bounced off the surface. It couldn't have been natural, not if Faye thought the marbles contained the virus. That was too perfect, too clearly manufactured. And the next question, why did they make her immune? Or how had she gotten that way? Lily knew Faye had lived in an entirely different world from the one she'd grown up in and sometimes it was so clear to her how little adversity she'd had to face in comparison to the people she'd met here.

[attitude]

"There's always a reason to develop a virus," Faye sighs, trying to think of the best way to collect the marbles with the least amount of effort— let nothing be said of her propensity for laziness, even in the most unprecedented of situations. In the end, she scoops her hands through the sand, leaving only enough of a gap between her fingers for sand to fall through. "If you can think of a reason why life would be easier if a certain person or group of people don't exist, then there's a reason to create a virus. And if you're going to create a virus, all the better to have it be nearly undetectable."

Her words are soft, but hard; she needs no amount of imagination to guess at why someone would create a weapon. But it's also a fact of life that she's long since grown accustomed to. The marbles don't offer any sudden revelation.

"But the general populace never knows. Governments don't want to freak us out. It all gets swept under the rug."

[notfaking_it]

It's not an answer that surprises Lily, really, she's well aware of the awful things people are capable of and she doesn't imagine it changes much world to world or even across time. There will always be those who are capable of evil, even here, she expects.

"How are you immune?" she asks, then. "I mean, I can understand the mechanics of it to a degree, but did someone choose you?" She isn't a scientist, but she knows the basics of why people recover from viruses, how their bodies work. But that, the basic knowledge of twelfth grade biology, is far different from what they're talking about here.

[attitude]

"It... it's complicated," Faye sighs first, rubbing her face with her bare palm, willing the butterflies to subside for good. When life was always on the run and about chasing down the next bounty head, she didn't have to dwell on memories from the past, of seeing Vincent standing on that street, his hair billowing in the wind like some type of stormcloud circling in the sky. Or the feel of the point of his blade as it slid down her chest, and the sudden snap of a string as he cut away the button of her shirt.

"There was this doctor, I don't know much about him," she begins, "and I don't care to find out. But he made this virus, planned on setting it off for some kind of political movement, tested it on people. Only one man survived. Something in his blood... made him immune. And he found his way to Mars, when the rest of the crew and I were hunting. I found him. But that meant being exposed to the virus."

She slipped more marbles onto the towel, a few clicking together, the sound reverberating in Faye's jaw.

"For some reason, he saved me."

[notfaking_it]

"He knew how to make you immune, too," Lily says, though it's more of a question as she slides a few more marbles into the bag. It's getting heavier now, but she simply shifts it up onto her shoulder and the marbles clack against her hip. She still feels fine, though she's aware of it now, conscious of the slow, rhythmic pulse in her throat. Whatever Faye was scared of -- with good reason, Lily thinks, given how it sounds this virus worked -- she's still sure it's not happening to her.

But she can't help but make sure every few minutes.

Crouching in the sand a few feet from Faye, she collects several more marbles, then glances over at her friend. "And then?" she asks softly.

[attitude]

"And then he decided that he wanted to take down the rest of the world," Faye went on, her breath catching in a wry laugh. It's the type of story that feels clichéd. Everyone wants their slice, everyone wants to grab more than life gives them, and if they steal from others in the process, so be it. Because it's either steal, or be stolen from. Life isn't any more of an exception than any material possessions might be. If the days are gray, then at least to steal the happiness from others might provide a solace.

But Vincent went beyond that.

"I'm not angry at him. I might still be scared, but I'm not angry. I just feel sorry for the bastard," she assures Lily, eyes edged as she takes another handful of marbles, deposits them on her towel. "Either way, we couldn't let that run free."

[notfaking_it]

"He was killed?" Lily asks and there isn't any judgment, just a question. It may not even be the right question, it may not be what happened at all, but the way Faye is speaking makes it sound that way and she's curious. Not only is she curious, but she thinks talking might be a way to deal with it, at least a little. Not a perfect solution, maybe not even the right one, but it might help Faye a little bit and that's all she really wants.

She hefts the bag onto her shoulder again and stands. It's about as full as it's going to get now and she nods her head toward the water in a question. Do they take them out there now or does Faye want to collect them all, make sure there are none left in the sand? There's no boat near them, but she can find one or find someone to take them out.

[attitude]

"He was killed," Faye confirms, and that's all there is to it, the words that she can offer on the topic. As far as how she feels, that's more complex. That he had to die was without question, and even if the same threat loomed over them now, Faye would make the same decision as Spike did, and Vincent would be able to meet his peace at last. But how she feels about it, and where the blame lies, it's all too much, too scattered, wrenching her heart to even think about. Some of what he did was unforgivable.

Some was inevitable.

But she looks up in time to catch Lily's movement, and for that she nods. Might as well start now, she thinks, a steady purge just as good, if not better, as struggling to rid the beach of every last one.

[notfaking_it]

The answer doesn't surprise her, nor does the lack of information, so she just nods. It's enough for Lily, enough to understand, at least, why Faye isn't giving her a more in depth answer. It isn't the sort of thing that people aren't necessarily comfortable talking about a lot of the time and though she's never had anything like that happen to her, she can understand it in a way.

"Boat? Or are we just going to swim out there?" she asks with a small smile for Faye. If that's what she wants to do, Lily can do it. She's a strong swimmer, not as strong as some, but growing up around the ocean guarantees a certain level of comfort in the water. A boat would be easier, there's no doubt in that, but she's leaving the decisions up to Faye. It isn't her place to decide right now.

[attitude]

Standing on her feet, Faye stares out into the ocean, the wind brushing over the surface and drawing steady waves, cresting white in the distance and melding with the sky. Swimming won't take them far enough for Faye's taste, but she also isn't sure that she wants to bother with finding a boat, borrowing it from someone who she'll only owe favors to afterwards. So she shakes her head, eyes watchful as she glances back in Lily's direction.

"Neither," she says. "We'll take my ship. Redtail. There's enough fuel to last several dozen more trips, and it's not like we're going far."

She nods into the jungle behind them; Faye doesn't sunbathe all that far from her hut, and Redtail's parked just beside it. Once, she'd hidden it in the densest parts of the forests, but when one couldn't escape the island, theft seemed to be almost nonexistent.

[notfaking_it]

Almost as soon as her excitement bubbles up, Lily makes the effort to push it back down. There's no sense hiding it entirely, not when she's told Faye before just how interesting she finds the idea of having been in space, but this isn't quite the right time either. "Really?" she asks, letting her smile grow as she glances back toward Faye's hut and the ship beside it.

Space travel has never been one of the things that caught her interest. She's always been a dancer, always intended on growing up to work at a professional company and, unlike most kids, the idea of being an astronaut never even crossed her mind. But here, with people surrounding her who have gone up there, Lily can't help her fascination with it.

"Sorry, this is a shitty time for me to admit that I'm a little excited about that," she says, turning to Faye again. "But I'm probably not hiding it all that well."

[attitude]

"No, it's... it's fine," Faye replies with a slight shake of her head, trying for a smile that ends up just being a quirk of her lips, crooked and faintly amused. While she's not quite capable of drumming up the same level of enthusiasm for a ship that used to be her everyday means of transport, she appreciates having Lily around to help distract her nonetheless. Another person's joys, after all, can be just as consuming as one's own.

"There's only a single seat in there, but it carries the weight of two, easy. You'll just have to hang on, but nothing around here's going to jolt us out of the sky, anyway. The skies are calm here. No traffic."

[notfaking_it]

"I'll be okay," Lily agrees, then reaches out to touch Faye's elbow as she nears her. It's not a good day, she knows that much, and there's really no sense trying to force Faye to pretend she's alright. They'll get rid of the marbles, though, as best they can. Her help is really all she can offer and it isn't something she's always good at. Sometimes, Lily knows, she pushes too hard or too fast. Expects too much of people. She knows she's done this with Nina before.

Most of the time, she doesn't even realize she's doing it, but she tries. More than anything, what Lily wants is for the people around her to feel good and she'll try to help that wherever possible.

"Come on, let's get rid of these things," she says, giving Faye's arm a light squeeze. "Then we can go get a drink."

[attitude]

"Heh, a drink," Faye grins in spite of herself, even though there's a part of her still incapable of throwing everything off for a bit of fun. Drinks sound pretty ideal, though, letting the world fade into a subtle blur and letting everything else be wiped from her mind, her worries. "Might be more than a few. Provided I don't think Dean will kick me out of bed for indulging once in a while."

She thinks of their agreement briefly as she walks, Dean's sobriety in exchange for cutting her smoking habit. She hasn't relented yet, and she doesn't plan on relenting now, the only cigarettes left being the few that Spike hadn't burned his way through yet after she handed them off to him.

"Yeah, let's go," she says, the glass of the cockpit already visible now, a reflection that shines from the distance. "Work fast enough, we'll get this done long before sundown."

[notfaking_it]

"And then plenty of time left to not think about it, if that's what you prefer," Lily says. Or, if Faye would rather, she can talk about it all she likes. Sometimes, a drink or two tends to help a person talk, Lily knows that better than most and though she's not going to slip something into Faye's drink to help loosen her tongue, she's done such things before. Sometimes people need to let go and she isn't above giving them a bit of a hand, whether they've asked her to or not.

"I think he might understand on a day like today," she continues, hefting the bag filled with marbles as they near the ship. She doesn't know Dean at all, but she knows he cares about Faye, that he'll be concerned about what's happened today on the beach. "Besides, it isn't as if I'm going to get you completely wasted and then leave you at the Winchester passed out on a table."

[attitude]

"True," Faye murmurs, trudging forward as the ship comes fully into view, the rounded and almost spherical cockpit window still polished and practically like new. If anything, Redtail is in better shape here on the island than she's ever been during her use back home, the result of Faye's sheer inability to do anything else. Can't fly the thing often, for fear that it'll run out of fuel. Can't let it fall into complete disrepair without feeling trapped, or worried that she may need it in an emergency, some moment like this.

So she keeps her baby as clean as can be.

"But Dean's been cutting back on his own drinking," she concludes, sounding fond, if slightly unsure. "Last thing I want to do is anything that might pull him back. He's... he's something else. I told him that I loved him. And I have never done that before."

[notfaking_it]

"Never?" she asks, although she isn't necessarily surprised. They're words Lily hasn't often said herself, not because she doesn't love people -- she does, often -- but because she doesn't fall in love completely. That's often what someone hears when she says that she loves them, so she doesn't say it, not unless she's sure she means it. And it's been a long time since she's been in love with anyone.

But if Faye's happy, in love for the first time or simply secure enough to say it for the first time, then Lily's happy. "Well, then I promise, for his sake, that I'll make sure you only have one or two," she says with a faint, fond smile. "Alright? We won't risk anything."

She thinks just getting rid of the marbles might help, too. The drink may not even be needed once they're done.

[attitude]

"If you'd believe it," she replies with a raised brow, mostly jaded by now, though there are times when she's still able to look on the past with some level of fondness, "I used to be the type of girl to believe in happily ever after. Decided I wanted to save it all for someone I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Thought I found a guy, and... turns out, he was a big, fat liar. Saddled me with millions in debt. A girl learns to watch herself after something like that."

She leaves off the rest of it, the fifty years she spent in cryogenic freeze, because that's no one's fault much, just the result of intense curiosity. Taking her places that weren't safe in the first place. She never had the right to make that choice, Faye thinks. She had no idea what it would really entail.

"I'm sure that if this place relied on cash and had a bit more wiggle room, I wouldn't have settled down at all."

[notfaking_it]

"Yeah, I don't blame you. That's shitty," she says honestly. It's not the sort of thing anyone expects either, especially not when you trust a person, care about them. At least on the island, for what it's worth, no one can be interested in another person for their money. There are still other things Lily is sure might draw one person to another that aren't entirely honest, but she doesn't know how often that happens.

"Settling down," she repeats with a faint smile, trying to imagine the same for herself. It isn't entirely impossible, she supposes, but the situation would have to be right. "I always figured I'd wait until I was retired before I thought about anything like that," she admits.

[attitude]

They step onto the platform that holds Redtail, flat boards that Faye did her best to weasel the Building Crew into nailing together. The ignition key to the craft is one that she nearly keeps on her at all times, and she tugs that out of her pocket now, tugging open the unlocked door to allow the both of them inside. Rather than forcing her into the back, Faye sits further to the side on the pilot's seat, leaving ample room for Lily to squeeze in.

"Don't get me wrong," she counters, almost feeling as though she needs to defend herself, convince herself that she isn't falling too far, too fast. "I don't plan on playing house. I only mean that when it comes to people... I don't think I'm running from him anymore, god forbid."

[notfaking_it]

"Hey, if it works for you, I'm certainly not going to try and bring you down," Lily answers as she slips into the ship with a moment of almost unreality. She's still aware of what she's saying to Faye, still present in the conversation, but for a moment she's also very aware of the fact that she's stepping into a ship, inside something she never would have hoped to see in her own time and place.

"I mean that," she adds softly, her free hand falling to rest on the pilot's seat. The bag at her hip makes a soft clinking noise, the sound of the marbles shifting together as she finds the right place to stand. "Just because I can't necessarily picture something for myself right now doesn't mean it's not the right way for someone else. I like when the people I like are happy."

And it really is as simple as that. All the things she's done to Nina -- for Nina -- have been about making her happy. She only wants the same for Faye.

[attitude]

When she's like this, inside the ship, she can almost forget that she's trapped on an island. She can insert the ignition key and almost feel like she's just about to pass through into orbit, getting to see the Earth from afar, all of the colors and swirls and clouds like the shifting tendrils of mist that they are. They won't get that far, not even close, but Faye feels an ache of loss in her chest just by being here at all, starting up the ship until they hover several dozen yards above the ground, landing wheels retracting.

"I'm not arguing that it can't be for anyone," Faye replies with a casual arch of her brow as she takes the ship out over the ocean, her stomach turning in muted excitement. "But it's not my thing. It was my parents', but I guess I ended up falling pretty far from the tree."