#zenotine

[shyla-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Ooooh, a gentleman," she clicks happily, and turns back to Jill. You two are so cute together!"

She genuinely throws up in her mouth a little, and he gets an unpleasant look on his face. "We're not-"

He starts to speak at the same time. "That isn't it-"

They turn to look at each other. He has that too-familiar snarl on his face that doesn't make her feel any less sick. 

[shyla-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"You're not enjoying your dinner, Ms. Valentine?"

Of course she i-

Oh. He's joking. "They didn't teach you to cook in clone school, obviously."

"That was not among the memories and skills they fed into my brain upon my conception, no."

Oooh. That hit a nerve, didn't it? "Guess they thought you'd be doing more than sitting in a safehouse, trying to provide enough info to the enemy to be kept around."

[shyla-writes]

Jill thinks about turning back instead, dumping him on Chris, saying, "I lied, I can't do this. I can't be near him without wanting to do something horrible to myself and him." 

But then what? Chris would give her that pitying look. He'd throw the copy at someone with a life, someone who shouldn't have to deal with this for six months, and then they'd probably commit her again.

So instead of entertaining the idea of going back, she keeps thinking about killing him. She catches sight of him again in the rear-view mirror again by accident, and catches pale, nearly colorless blue eyes staring back at her.