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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[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.