MHA #1, Monday Afternoon

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After a certain conversation after class today, Reno had hurried home, a frown on his lips and a million haphazard thoughts ricocheting around inside his skull that weren't amounting to much more than a whole lot of "Oh, crap."

Things were going to need re-thinking. Lots and lots of serious re-thinking. Now they weren't just trying to steer fate, the Turks were trying to Do The Right Thing in the process.

Now, all Reno had to do was... well... inform the other Turk who had anything to do with this.

And that was why he was picking up his phone and dialing. Shit shit shit.

[Contents of phone call and conversation are NFB, that there was a phone call and that Elena came over for work things is totally cool, though. For the blonde Rookie! No, not that one. Or that one. Or that one. Or... that one, either. Dammit, she knows who she is.]

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"Nah, they're fine, so far as I know," Reno said, aiming for dismissive and managing to reach a different level of grouchy entirely. "This is timeline shit."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Oh, shit, he knew about Rosalind. She should have expected it. Of course Rosalind would talk to him eventually. How could she not? And she'd been so careful with Zack, and not messing up the timeline, and now this. Her just throwing out information like it was confetti.

Rosalind was her fucking sister. He didn't get to tell her off for trying to save her sister.

She wished she believed that.

The long, awkward silence finally ended with a very, very forced, "......... Oh." And, when Elena realized that was probably insufficient, a hastily-added, "Oh, uh ... really?"

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"Yeah, really," Reno sighed, setting out the last of his rum and closing the door behind him. "That ain't a huge surprise, is it? With so much goin' on around here, it was a matter of time before it came back to us, yo."

Shit, Elena was more upset about this Zack mess than he was.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"H-have you told Tseng?" she asked. She didn't know how else to interpret 'us.' Oh, no, she was going to get fired. "I didn't ... I didn't mean to ... I'm not going to say I'm sorry. I don't care. I'm not sorry."

Oh fucking hell she was probably fired. And going to get bitched out by all of them. Did she have to turn her suit in? What did she have if she wasn't a Turk? Fuck fucking fuck.

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And there was where Reno's eyes widened a bit.

"I ain't told Tseng yet, no," he replied, first and foremost, to get that out of the way. "You're the one that spilled the beans? Shit, Elena, I knew you had a mouth on you back when, but-"

He bit his tongue, hard. Okay. Deep breath. In. Out. Don't yell at the Rookie.

"Can you come here so we can have this talk face to face?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

It was a shame that just dropping the phone into the ocean wouldn't make this phone call go away, or make Reno forget he knew anything, or make people not yell at her.

She couldn't. She absolutely couldn't. She ...

"Do I have to?" she asked, in a very small voice.

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"Would I be tellin' you to come over if I didn't think you had to?"

So far as he was concerned, he had a point, here.

Seriously, she's the one who blabbed? Rookie.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell. Called onto the carpet to be bitched out for being the blabbermouth Rookie. Just like old times.

She tried to say something, couldn't, and instead hung the phone up. Reno would understand. Or maybe he'd just be pissed. Did it matter?

Elena sat with her hands over her eyes for a long minute, trying to keep tears from coming. Sister: dead. Mom: dead. Job: gone.

Okay. Enough feeling sorry for herself. Elena ran a hand through her hair -- which was a mess -- and pulled shoes on -- thus ruining the plum-colored nail polish.

And then, to Reno's apartment, to get lectured and fired. He was right. This should happen face-to-face.