Brooklyn and Sam: *Staring into each other's eyes*
Matt: *Opens a soda*
Sam: We're having a moment
Matt: Well i'm having a cola

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Brooklyn and Sam: *Staring into each other's eyes*
Matt: *Opens a soda*
Sam: We're having a moment
Matt: Well i'm having a cola
Sam, after time-travelling to final battle: Guys something's up
Everyone: Sam i'm sure everything's fine
Brooklyn 2.0: Hello children time for death
Luke: *Severly injures himself* Oh dang it!
Also Luke: *drops donut* FUCK!!
Ari: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are
Toni: *crying* It's not a joke i'm a legit snack
Brooke: I think i pulled a muscle
Toni: You can't pull what you don't have
Brooke:
Brooke: True, but also how dare you
Brooklyn: I spy with my little eyes somehing that starts with "S"
Natalie: *Looks at Dylan and Lee*
Natalie: Is it "Sexual Tension"?
Brooklyn: I swear, it's like you read my mind
Veronica: *walking down the stairs* Is something burning..?
Matt: *Leaning seductively against the counter* Just my desire for you
Veronica: ... Matt the toaster is on fire.
Brooklyn: I'll deal with Lee. You take care of Natalie
Sam: But how do i make it look like an accident?
Brooklyn: I'm not saying murder! Just talk to her, like a normal person
Way to go Jack. The bar was set pretty low, but you found a shovel and tunnelled under it
- Natalie to Jack
HEADCANNON
- Toni loves to jump-scare people, and considers it the highest form of comedy
- (Lee however, does not)
- (She really does not)
- Ari phases when she gets scared
- (She doesn't find it that funny)
Matt: Ah Yes, the three most important historical revolutions- French, Russian and Dance Dance
Lee, to her Dad: Soooooo.... It was Phillip right? Can I call you Phil?
Her Dad: You could call me dad?
Lee: So Phil...
Brooklyn: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you’ll be fined
Matt: Heck
Brooklyn: You’re on thin fucking ice
Brooklyn: Oh no
Promises and Poisons
Brooklyn was furious.
Absolutely positively Seeing-Red furious as she glared the girl down.
Lee winced slightly, pushing herself up from the couch where she lay.
"You told me you were okay! You promised!"
"And I was- uh, am" Lee managed weakly in front of the pure wrath of the younger girl.
"Does that look okay you?!" Brooklyn snarled, brandishing an arm at the sickly green skin surrounding the puncture mark in Lee's stomach.
Lee tried not to look at it too much.
"S.A.M scanned it" She defended, trying to prop herself up a bit more and ignore the light-headed spinning that occured.
Brooklyn just crossed her arms, blue eyes boring into the girl.
"And what did S.A.M find?" She asked, a silent fury in her tone and Lee gulped.
"Uhm it's- it's poison" She stammered "Natural, not artificial and-"
She went to reach for her watch, which was on the coffee table, trying to keep relative eye contact with her friend.
Her fingers closed around the watch and the wound twisted the wrong way.
Her strangled cry of pain was muffled as her body curled, the poison burning and the world spun viciously.
Lee's breath came in shallow pants as her eyes fluttered open again.
She was stopped half way through speaking.
"You need to rest, S.A.M can help me with a cure" Brooklyn said sternly and Lee protested weakly.
"Ah" Brooklyn gave her a look and the girl slumped back down with a half-protesting-half-pained whine "Come ma cerebro, sleep"
Fingers brushed away the hair from Lee's corpse white face, her breathing stuttering every now and again as she drifted off as if on command.
Brooklyn's fury died down eventually, morphing into a worry that plagued endlessly as she fiddled with the slow moving purple liquid in the tube.
"And you're sure this will work S.A.M?" She reaffirmed and the mechanical voice sounded.
"Yes Miss Brooklyn, the cure has a 68% chance of clearing the toxin from her body, a 7% chance of no effect, and a 25% chance of death"
The last bit made Brooklyn blanch.
25% Chance of death. 7% chance of a coma.
"S.A.M, did anybody tell you you're really good at pep talks?" She managed and the mechanical voice paused.
"I believe that may be sarcasm Miss Brooklyn, but Master Lee has told me a variation of that statement previously"
Brooklyn took a deep breath, taking the syringe in hand and walking over to Lee.
Her friend was a pallid shade of grey, her hair stuck to her forehead and the veins she could see were tinged a foul colour she couldn't quite make out.
Lee's eyes cracked open slightly, sleep crusting them as she mumbled incoherently under her breath.
Brooklyn gently shushed her, placing a hand on her forehead to find it burning "Sleep ma cerebro, sleep”
She pushed the cure into Lee's veins.
Nothing happened.
There wasn't a magic flash or a sudden reawakening.
Lee just mumbled a bit and rolled over, tucking herself firmly into the couch.
"S.A.M?" Brooklyn called worridly "S.A.M did it do anything??"
The pause was agonizing.
"The cure seems to be removing the toxins from Master Lee's body, but also seems to be mildly damaging the White Blood cells in her body. She will need to rest a total of- 228 hours and 55 minutes to replenish and recover to efficiency"
Brooklyn sighed heavily, relief flooding her veins.
Mi Dios.
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Lee's body ached.
Her stomach hurt, her mouth was dry as bone and her head throbbed.
And she was freezing.
She rubbed her eyes, sluggishly going through her mind to figure out what happened.
"Brooklyn, the dead has risen!" The familiar voice of Natalie echoed through the room as she saw the girl near the door, arms crossed and a smug grin as she sat on the coffee table.
"You are, Lee Dormer- And I've waited so long to say this Lee so don't take this lightly- So dumb"
Lee could barely blink in offense, squinting against the light.
"That rich" She mumbled and Brooklyn came into the room carefully.
"Don't tell me you're bickering with her Natalie, she just woke up, at least wait a few hours" Brookly scolded teasingly, swatting at Natalie and she scoffed.
"She poisoned herself i'm entitled to tease her!"
"Still rich" Lee mumbled under her breath, sinking back down in the couch, pulling the blanket up as high as it would go.
"- And I do seem to remember you putting me in charge while you went out to help Matt and Sam"
Lee looked at the smug girl before back at Brooklyn.
"You didn't" She managed and Brooklyn winced, Natalie's smug grin already ticking her off as she stretched, glancing at her watch.
"Another 126 hours Princess, better get used to it"
"I'll try to be quick?" Brooklyn offered and Lee groaned.
"... Fine"
"And do not call me that"
Engine Failure
Lee hates being small.
Not just that she was teased endlessly about it (Including by Abby, but that was rich coming from her) but at times like this, it was really hard to…
She growled in frustration, trying the wedge herself more underneath the machine.
“Come… on…” She mumbled, reaching up with her screwdriver and it just brushed the screw head but didn’t…
She rested her head back on the concrete with a groan.
A few more inches and she would have had it.
She rolled back out from under the machine.
… or she tried.
“Fuck” Lee mumbled under her breath, feeling the machine scrape and wedge against her ribs.
Oh no.
She pushed harder, the weight of the machine seeming to get heavier as she as the fragile supports it was on in her mind's eye.
Oh god.
“S.A.M? S.A.M!” She called, her voice starting to get a bit frantic as she attempted to escape “A little help?”
“Master Lee. I am afraid I am not corporeal, therefore cannot help you with your situation. May I suggest getting Master Abby or Bruno?”
“Fuck” She hissed again. She was so screwed.
“No S.A.M!” She called hastily “Don’t do that! Can you-?”
“Lee?” A familiar voice echoed around the workshop and she froze.
Fuck.
Abby.
She shuffled herself more under the machine, tucking her legs in the most awkward position ever known.
If Abby found her here she'd never hear the end of it.
"Goddamnit Lee, where are you?" Abby mumbled, and Lee could almost see her disapproving face, arms crossed in front of her chest.
Then footsteps retreated from the room and Lee sighed with relief.
She managed to wiggle her legs free, sticking them out of the machine.
It was starting to feel tighter, more restricted as her breath bounced back into her face.
If she could get herself headfirst out then she could breathe and then… and then get a plan.
It was a painful process of shimming and the metal pressing on her chest and stomach before she kicked, violently, trying to get to the air she knew was there.
The cool air hit her and she gasped with relief. Thank God-
The machine fell, slamming into her ribs and stomach as she felt them give, knocking the air out from her.
Her breath came out as a scratching gasp.
The struts. One of them had broken.
She needed- She had to-
She shoved at the machine, tears springing to her eyes and she heard and echoing "Lee?"
"Abby..." Her voice was weak as she clawed at the floor, the room spinning as footsteps echoed towards her, the sound of her name slamming into the back of her head painfully.
"Lee!"
Abby swam into view, her outline distorted as the pressure lifted slightly, pulling off her ribs…
The machine slammed down as Lee coughed and spluttered on the floor, tears dripping onto the floor as she curled in on herself, blinding pain shooting through her stomach.
"Hey- Lee come on, come here-" Abby managed to move Lee, propping her twin against the bed.
"Why in the Stars were you under there?" Abby demanded and Lee's breath came more in sobbing gulps.
"I tried to- I wanted to reach the-"
Her head dipped and Abby's laugh came out trembly and useless.
"Tell somebody next time alright?" She managed weakly, her head resting on Lee's shoulder as her shaking arms came around her sister "I can't lose you to a machine"
A small whimpering laugh came from Lee as she sagged into Abby.
"I was just trying to adjust the regulator to make sure the Nitrogen didn't come out so- maybe it would configure and not blow out again"
She managed to stop her tears, wiping at her eyes with the heel of her hand and Abby shook her head.
"You know that makes no sense to me right?" Abby said seriously and Lee couldn't help a small laugh.
"Yeah, I know" She moved and had to bite her tongue to stop a whine "I think I broke my ribs"
Abby just started at her. "You think?"
“Flat-out war with the bad guys isn’t always the answer”
You’re right Brooklyn! Sometimes flat-out war with the bad guys is the question, and the answer is yes
-Natalie Edmundstone
Matt: So the ingredients are just butter, flour, milk and updog
Natalie: What's updog?
Matt: *Screeching* BROOKLYN! BROOKLYN YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!