"Orphans Beloved: "The Trouble With Ansley…"

Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.

Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended…

Part XXVII…Conclusion…

Allison's living room…

Where Dunham/Bell and her new associates were about to head off with a prize…

A rather annoyed prize, given Olivia's and Chad's pawing at her curiously…Chad noting that she seemed to be recovering very rapidly from his gunshot to the shoulder, both scientists had become quickly and annoyingly engrossed…

Quite a bit faster recovery than he himself from her kick, he had to admit…

"Amazing…" Olivia agreed, looking Helena's wounded shoulder over… "I'd guess the wound is already sixty percent healed."

"The tissue regeneration must be occurring at a phenomenal rate." Chad stared. "How is it avoiding becoming cancerous?"

"Wonderful…" Ansley, dryly. "Can we please go now? Dissect her later, maybe?"

"That, Doctor…Is something you may have a chance to determine." Olivia eyed Chad, ignoring Ansley. "I actually am aware of your reputation. If you prove as good as it, there could be a place for you at Massive Dynamic."

Dear God…Chad blinked. Groaning a bit, as he moved round to observe the exit wound, likewise rapidly healing. Helena eyeing him with frown…Still feeling love tap, doctor guy?

For the first time in years…Someone is showing me a little respect…He eyed Olivia.

Whoa…I think I could be in love…

Though…God knows it would have to be an old dude in a woman's body…

Well, now…He sighed. Glancing at Ansley, who bore a somewhat apprehensive expression…Suddenly aware…She glancing at him and Olivia, nervously. And not merely nervousness born of fearing being betrayed and shot dead…

I may be a morally unethical scientist guilty of gross violations of human ethics, including murder…But I'm actually a faithful husband, outside of job necessity to establish my role as the suburban hell gymbait…

And I do love Ans…Even if she's a total…Allison…Much of the time…

However there's nothing that says I can't have a warm, platonic relationship with my new friend and boss…I suppose one could call it a bromance, really. After all, the female part of her seems very much spoken for…

"Chad…?" Ansley eyeing him…

What the hell? She eyed the lovely Olivia.

"Are you peoples finished peering at me like bug under microscope?" Helena frowned.

"Are you ok, Helena?" Ally, anxious look from her seat…

"Fine, seestra…" Beam. "I heal fast…Like angel niece. But thank you for asking. Is Paul ok?"

"I'm fine…Had worse." Paul noted.

"That's good. I'm sure Mrs. Hendrix will look after you well until you can get medical attention." Olivia nodded. "And now we had better be going…But tell me…" she eyed Ansley…

"Mrs. Norris…" Ansley frowned.

"Yes. How was Dr. Sadler expecting to learn Kira's whereabouts here?"

"Someone was going to call Allison…" Ansley explained. "The person who has her under lock and key now. Someone named Felix."

"Sarah Manning's foster brother…" Chad noted. "I've seen it in the files…"

Ansley, unable to repress slight beam at him…

He's not without his uses…

Especially if one is to learn the secret this freak and her freak "niece"…Share.

"That makes sense…" Olivia nodded.

"We have deal…Kira is to be unbothered." Helena glared. "Harm comes to her, Hell comes to you…"

"I'm willing to keep to that agreement, Helena…" Olivia nodded. "So long as you cooperate and we learn what we need from you. Dr. Norris? You go out first…Then you, Helena, then Mrs Norris. Don't try anything, Helena. I don't want to ruin our relationship before it properly starts."

Relationship? She has boyfriend she said…And she is guy, the others and she said…Helena, frowning.

God, why I so attract kinky types?

"Wait…" Ansley frowned over at Allison… "I think we should discuss something, Dr. Bell." Cold stare.

"The answer is no, Mrs. Norris." Olivia shook her head. "There's no need to make this a slaughterfest."

"Damnit, they know who we are and where we're heading…!" Ansley fumed.

"Hey! Talk like that and you I kill first!" Helena glared.

"Massive Dynamic is more than just a corporate headquarters, Mrs. Norris. We'll be quite safe, I assure you." Olivia, calmly. "Now lets move along or I may decide to let Helena demonstrate her skills."

Honey…Chad eyed her.

No need to kill the goose that laid a golden egg…And it being far more likely the goose will kill us…

"We'll find you, Helena!" Ally cried. "Don't worry, your sisters will save you!"

Hmmn…Well…We'll just tell ourselves she's reborn and recovered from her abuse…

Perhaps a name change later…? And it doesn't imply family visits…She eyed poor Donnie's nervous look…

"Oh, you are so nice, seestra! You take good care for brother-in-law. Thanks be to God I never found you when I was in darkness!" Helena called.

Kinda grateful about that myself, Ally thought.

"Ok, lets…" Olivia, opening door…

"Peter?" she blinked at the tall figure in the open doorframe, flanked by Sarah and Art Bell, Agent Broyles and other FBI team members behind, with Felix.

Phew…Helena, relieved at confirmation of another love interest in her captor… Ansley not a little as well…

Chad, however…

Perhaps just a bit. Though, again good husband whatever the job might require me to do on the clock.

"Liv?" hard stare. "Care to fill me in?"

…

"My dad was suspicious that Bell hadn't actually left Olivia for a while." The said Peter…Bishop… Explained to the group...The stunned EMTs, the same who'd taken Allison in the other day, busy caring for Paul and Donnie, an anxious Ally driving them crazy with instructions and insists they pause to let her reposition her own true.

Helena, quite well now, thanks you, content to settle for a large band-aid and more aspirin…

Head still bothers…Whatever mad docs says about "regeneration".

"So when Broyles called, we put two-and-two together…And traced Bell's quantum transmission. My dad was suspicious that Bell wasn't willing to settle for just a visit to help us solve a case, he'd been monitoring her alpha rhythms though Bell'd done a good job of concealing his continued presence in Liv." Peter continued.

"Peter…?" Olivia, seated, anxious look. "You know I wouldn't have you shot you, even if you hadn't had so much back-up?"

"I know, Liv." He nodded. "And don't worry, Walter thinks we can get Bell out of there soon." Smile.

No need to mention it involves killing him…But after all, in this timeline he's not the nice guy Liv and I remember.

"O…k…" Olivia sighed. "But I wish you could the advantages of letting me…Er, him, stay, Peter. Think how much fun it could be for Walter, to have a sweet daughter-in-law and his ole pal all in one."

"Liv…We both know in this timeline William Bell is not a nice guy. And Walter said to say he won't miss you, Belly."

Is they crazy, seestra? Helena whispered to Ally. "She is guy? Can't wrap head round that."

"No need to hurt me, Peter…" Olivia frowned, tearing a bit. "And this isn't playing on your heartstrings…I really can't help it, Olivia's emotions keep breaking through."

"Liv, I only want what's best for you…And don't make a move or I will have to shoot you."

"I know, on both counts…" sigh.

Oh…Please…The handcuffed Ansley rolled eyes,. Sappy romance…That's what destroys lives and careers.

"But how did the FBI and the others get involved?" Allison frowned. "We only contacted Detective Bell."

"Who contacted me…" Broyles explained. "We're old friends, from Marines' days. And we were very interested in Dyad already. He's been feeding intel to us for a few days. He wasn't about to let his people charge in alone, though it's too bad about his partner. Dyad has its tentacles pretty deep, even a couple of my agents were compromised."

"Art's no fool…" Sarah, smiling at Art.

"So you are my foster brother, yes?" Helena smiled shyly at Fee who eyed her a bit cautiously. "I'm not so crazy as I was…It's ok. Allison? Tell our brother…?"

"She's been helping, Felix. I think she really does mean to atone." Ally nodded. "And given we've all done things we might regret…"

"I will still go to prison or the looneys' place…I know I must face punishment…" Helena, solemnly. "But Kira, our angel niece? She is ok?"

"Kira's fine." Fee nodded. Eyeing her quizzically.

This? Helena? The mad killer? He eyed Sarah…

Easier to believe she's one of you and the real one's still on the loose, you know…

Sarah, shrugging…

"Wait…" Allison paused as the EMTs hurried to get Donnie and Paul out and to their ambulance…

"Ansley…" she eyed the handicuffed Ansley, who frowned at her.

What? What is it now, freak?

Chad actually giving her a bit more friendly expression…

Hey…Win some, lose some…

And it was kinda worth it on one level, to see Ans a little jealous of me back there…

"What was with the reappearing corpse thing? Some plan of Dr. Leekie's to throw me off balance?"

"Actually…"Chad beamed.

"Shut up, Chad…" Ansley, instinctively…

Oh…He did just save my bacon…Eyeing sad look.

"Sorry…" attempting a pat, unable to reach due to cuffs… "I'm just a bit tense…"

Chad, grateful smile…

Hmmn…I suppose offering a deal to turn states' evidence against Dyad and the Proleithians would get us reduced sentences…She thought. I mean, this is Canada, they're not gonna hang us. And after we get out, think of the book we could write? "Our Years With Project Leda"? "The Clone Monitors"?

Hell, this could revive my failed acting career…

She eyed Allison…

No reason not to go out without the customary villain's leer…

"Actually, you freak from Hell, the corpse thing was my idea, approved reluctantly by Leekie. He was afraid…For his pwrecious lil' Allyclone. But I convinced him it'd be a way to shake you up into reconnecting with the sisterhood of freaks and lead us to Kira."

"You I really don't kill last, girlie." Helena, sternly. "If I were not reborn and got too much to lose now." She noted, slight placating wave of hands to the seestras and Art.

"Oh, I second that…"Ally glared at Ansley. "If I ever see you near me or my family again, next time I'll make it…"

Cough from Art…Distressed look from Sarah…

Ally…

"Uh…I'll call the FBI." Ally, subdued.

"That is best, seestra." Helena, sage nod.

"Hey, mad doc...So tell me…We 'Girls From Britain'…We aren't part Adolf Hitler or Richard Nixon or someone like that?" Helena eyed Chad.

Well...

Lord…Ally thought. Sarah staring...

Why the hell did she have to say that?