MHA #1, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

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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[raspberryturk]

"Flying the chopper, huh?" Reno pursed his lips for a moment while that sank in. "That couldn't've ended well, zoto."

Give him a bit. The timeframe would sink in soon enough.

Wait for it...

Waaaait for it...

"Holy shit! That was your fault?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I know," Elena said, facepalming and giggling further. "At least, I mean, that time was? It couldn't have been the other time. Our Zack never went to boarding school. Did he? Did he just get the idea himself? It makes my head hurt!"

[raspberryturk]

"Probably best not to think about it too hard," Reno decided, not quite able to keep himself from laughing. "Maybe that was just one of them things that was just meant to be, yo."

He was pointedly ignoring all of the other things that were probably just meant to be, yes.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Maybe some things you can't change," she considered.

She hesitated before adding, "My m- ... mother said some things are already changing."

Also known as, 'so, Reno, I met my dead mom.'

[raspberryturk]

"What, the other weekend?" Reno's eyebrow? Going up. "What kinda things?"

And right to the point. Reno didn't waste time on mushy things when he could avoid it.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"With Rosalind," she said. She nearly called her Amelia. Not smart, Elena. "She's writing home, and the other bratty me might even write back. If they start getting along ..."

[raspberryturk]

"Things might go different," Reno agreed. "She woke up sooner than I remember, too, didn't she?"

Couple years of coma. Not so much, for this Rosalind.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Back home, I'm eight or nine," she nodded. "I'm pretty sure she was still in the coma, back then. And I thought at first maybe she went to boarding school and I just thought it was a coma, but if other-me is getting letters, then ... so much for that."

[raspberryturk]

"Nnnope." Reno was so caring, really. "It didn't get much more coma-like than that, yo. I remember we were all pullin' shifts so that she'd never be alone in her hospital room, yo."

They had been boring as hell. But shit, even Reno had been worried enough to sit through them without complaint.