Olivia Rojas

When Olive returned home that day, Ellis was gone. The blanket and pillow he’d been using for warmth had been neatly folded up on the couch, his bag was missing, along with all the information he had, his toothpaste gone from the bathroom, everything that was his now disappeared. On top of the pillow was a note, hastily written in messy calligraphy:

Can’t stay here any more. Don’t come looking. — E.

#agentmacmurray #yeah okay so there's that

Olive walked into the apartment, leaning against the counter as she noticed all signs of Ellis gone, save for the small note sitting on one of the couch pillows.

"Yeah, I... figured."

Knowing someone would be leaving had to be at the top of the list of depressing things she had to deal with. She put her purse aside, walking to the couch to take a look at what he'd said anyway. Two sentences.

Can't even give me a 'Thanks Olive, thank you for letting me stay even though there's a nasty government lady crawling down my back,' she thought to herself, but that was none of her business, nor was that something Ellis would ever put on a card for her. It was just something she'd seen in a dream, her way of knowing that he was leaving today. Nothing that she wanted to know the beginning about. This was for the best, then.

Yet it still didn't seem to ease the fact that he'd left. Not right now. She couldn't blame him for his hands being tied, though.

Olive just needed him to end up okay. She needed everything to end up okay.

Ellis listened carefully, not saying a word. No, no, Mia never told him much of anything. He supposed she was concerned about the organization herself. How much he knew. And if she could trust him. After all, he’d started out wanting to know about her. She was interesting… and dangerous. And maybe, initially, he got the wrong idea. But just because you could do something, didn’t mean you would. Or you should.

He wasn’t sure what he wouldn’t do, any more. But Mia had been different.

"You told me… she was doing something with the computers." Location one. But he wasn’t there to see it. He arrived after. He was too late. How many would keep slipping into comas?

"What was she trying to do?"

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"Germaine knew more than I did about that, I think. It was important, she wanted to get there, but she could barely speak by the time that had all happened. When we got there, Germaine had said that you had the cure, and that they didn't have to do the transfer if we waited a little longer for you. We went ahead anyway, though. I think she insisted." Olive sighed. "She went into a coma when we were done. Whatever she did used up what energy she had left."

As silly as it was, Olive had lived out the past couple of months hoping -- believing -- that it was all over. It was easier for her to live in denial than to be paranoid every day. She had tried to function without Elis and everyone else, but thinking back on those days was kicking up old emotions. Old problems.

"I think this new girl might be her. Or... something like that. What confuses me is that, from that file you showed me, it looked like it took them a long time to make a suitable body that could hold Mia? So I don't know if I'm thinking in the right direction. It just seems to fit, between her going to Penn Station, and this girl waking up after she passed. Like a back-up. An organization like FALCON would need a lot of places to put all their information."

#agentmacmurray

"Well, it’s perfect, Vi. Because now you have nothing at all".

#Olivia Rojas

Going to fix up my contacts page soon. It's going to be shorter, I'm pretty sure.

#{out on a limb}#just not tonight because I am way too tired

They didn’t need another Hydra situation. Not while SHIELD was done. Their agents were scattered. They were fucked. It was just him and Olive, now. Him, Olive and the ones who couldn’t wait to see him fail, so they could slap the cuffs back on, drag him halfway across the world, and treat him like their own personal ripper.

He’d been thinking about identity a lot, lately. Ripper. Seemed to cover it quite well.

He moved to pick up the glass of scotch on the table, downing the rest in one before setting it back down. He didn’t know what that meant. Her vision was too murky. And Mia had never been very willing to share information on her existence, what that entailed. She’d had more than one plan to save herself, he was sure of that much. Was a believer in self preservation.

"Did you get anything from the premonition? Anything to suggest where she was?"

"Some are clearer than others, this one wasn't very clear. Sometimes I don't get premonitions until right before things happen. They're not always helpful." Olive sat down on a chair, squeezing her hands together.

"Mia never told me much. Then again, I don't remember everything from before. I'm sure she told you more than she told me. It makes sense..You were an asset, I just got myself got caught into something I wasn't even supposed to know about." Ellis had forced her to make the choice, but she would have taken it anyway. Helping save Mia was what she wanted.

"Do you remember why Germaine and I took Mia to Penn Station?"

#agentmacmurray

Ellis’ head snapped up. On Olive’s dining room table, which he was using as a make shift desk, was everything he’d managed to find so far. First off, being footage from the hospital. He’d managed to get a screenshot of the man’s face, but it wasn’t one he recognized.

When he’d heard of Mia’s death, he’d felt… nothing. Then, he skipped right past denial, and went straight to anger.

The texts followed. A timeline of recent events. Transcripts of everything he could ever remember Mia telling him about FALCON. And the only thing he could think of which was even remotely linked to the numbers, were the locations. The twenty locations Mia had mentioned. The one location he’d seen first hand, at the train station, arriving just as she fell unconscious. It had been a computer. The locations were computer systems. Or rather, at least one of them was.

"— What was it?" Ellis asked after a moment. The more intel, the better.

#music: Olive #re: here comes the sun

Olive glanced at the items scattered on her table. She frowned at the screenshot of the man from the hospital. If she could tell him who he was, she would have, but there were only so many people she'd seen over the years. If she was an encyclopedia of FALCON agents, that would have been rather helpful. Her clearance didn't permit much, though. There were plenty of things she didn't know.

"FALCON isn't done, and I'm sure you get that by now. I've got a bad feeling about it, too. It's like SHIELD and HYDRA." She cleared her throat. Not the time to talk about that. "It's all just beginning. And there's another girl. White, brown hair. Her eyes glow blue. I don't expect you to find anything off of that, but in my dream, she'd just woken up. Something like that. Mia died, and she woke up." She soured at the word, but Olive didn't dwell on it.

"I'm sure it's not a coincidence, Ellis, and this isn't denial talking."

#agentmacmurray

"Hey, Ellis? It might not be a big help to you, but I did see something last night. A premonition."

She said this all rather tentatively. As much as she wasn’t willing to admit, she’d cried more than once while she was alone today. It was only now that she’d actually gotten to think about what she’d dreamt of last night, and that solely had to do with Ellis being back at her apartment.

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The pain started from behind her ear.

"No, no, no."

She's just left the room for a moment to get something from the kitchen. Olive had seen the next text - 21 - and had went to get a glass of milk because of it. It was a better substitute than actually going down to the store. Breaking sobriety wasn't going to help much tonight. But her phone went off again, and this time, the phone hummed over the coffee table in the other room. A call. Her hands held the counter and squeezed as Ellis tried to tell her, decided against it, and picked up the phone himself--

She didn't need to hear the conversation to know what it was about.

#theunspecifiedsource #agentmacmurray #drabble #CRIES ABOUT IT

A long pause. It’s better this way, for now. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be here. He didn’t want to get her hopes up.

"— No. And I’d like to keep it that way.”

She let out a deep sigh. "Okay. Nobody from before really talks to me, anyway, so no one comes in or out of this place except for me."

"I’m still figuring that out. Speaking of which; can I bunk with you for the night —?"

"You're always welcome to my tiny apartment. And it'd make me feel better, so it works for both of us.

Does Penelope know you're around?"

"Let me guess… twenty-two."

"What the fuck does it even mean? I called in sick because of that. I didn't want to leave the apartment."

"Oh, wow. You’re mad at me.”

"Everything about today makes me really want to go down to the store and buy a bottle of liquor.

That can be irritating."