Lucid

~The Sequel to 'Little British Girl~
- Decide which side your on -
Three and a half month after Luci kidnapped her birth father, Xander Moore, Elia and her friends are on the run. Both north and south are engulfed in complete and utter chaos, and the resistance and the rebellium are gaining power through an alliance. Both sides want them out of the way, and they have nowhere to be, nowhere where they belong. The four friends must choose a side, the alliance, or the government, a decision that will forever haunt them all.
Nothing is certain, nothing is safe, nothing is lucid.

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20. Chapter 20

To say that Annabeth and Daniel had been shocked when we came home with Francesca would be quite possibly the understatement of the century. Annabeth had spent half an hour just firing questions at us, demanding answers, it was practically and interrogation- poor Frannie started crying after just two minutes of it. Daniel stood at the back of the room, his arms folded across his chest. I couldn’t read his expression, I was terrified that he was angry with me. Once Annabeth had finally finished, he finally spoke to me, but he didn’t say much at all.

“I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“Thank you, I’m so relieved.”

“...Just because I understand it, doesn’t mean I accept it.”

He’d walked away after that, not even giving me a chance to reply, to apologise. Annabeth also left us alone, taking some time to cool off and register everything we’d told her. My dad had come into the room with tea and coffee, as well as some basic supplies for Frannie, but none of us really spoke to one another. We finished our drinks and went straight up to bed, it was already gone midnight and none of us were awake enough to handle any more difficult conversations.

But of course, the sun still rose, and morning came. Now, I’m in the middle of the most awkward breakfast meal ever. We’re all just sat around the table in silence, contemplating even the smallest of movements before we carry them out. I just stare down at the tablecloth, not able to look anyone in the eye. Under the table I’m twiddling my fingers around, fidgeting uncontrollably.

“So...Francesca, you used to work with Max?” My dad struggles to lighten the mood, making some casual conversation.

“Y-yes, my brother, Kyle, was on his squad and-and I used to come along too.” Frannie struggles to get to the end of her sentence, “Oh, and people tend to call me Frannie, not Francesca.”

“Frannie, got it,” my dad smiles encouragingly, “And you live in Los Angeles? That sounds nice.”

“It is,” Frannie nods, “It’s a big city, good for hiding in.”

“And you’d need to hide wouldn’t you? What with the government after you?” Annabeth speaks for the first time, her tone cold and unnerving. It sends shivers down my spine, I can’t imagine what it did to Frannie.

“Y-Yes.” She stammers, unable to offer more than one word in response.

“Annabeth...don’t.” Max pleads with her, standing up for Frannie, his eyes apologetic. He reaches to his left to hold Frannie’s hand in his own, comforting her.

“I’m just saying, do we really need another fugitive in this household? We’re all on the wanted list already, not we’ve got another target on our backs.” Annabeth defends herself spitefully, clenching her jaw.

“It isn’t Frannie’s fault Timmy gave her a mission designed to go wrong,” Max argues, beginning to lose his temper, “She didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Neither did we.” Annabeth reminds him, raising her voice.

“And? What does that have to do with anything?” Max cries out, beginning to yell, “Honestly Annabeth it feels just you’re just looking for something to be angry about.”

“Aren’t we all?” Annabeth shouts back, getting to her feet, “I mean we’re not short of things to yell over! From Luci to the alliance to Xander fucking Moore, we’ve got plenty of stuff to scream about. I’m just trying to stop this household from adding another area to that list!”

“This is my household, not yours, and I’ll fill it with whoever I want to fill it with, thank you very much.” My father steps in, calming things down, “Now I suggest we all finish up here and head off somewhere to relax our nerves. Then, and only then, you can call Grace and Beverly, whoever they are, and get Frannie to talk to them. Understood?” We all murmur in agreement, getting up to clean our plates and find somewhere quiet to ourselves.

Annabeth storms off upstairs, Max sist down with Frannie at the table, not moving. I make a move to go sit in the chair near the window, but Daniel beats me to it, so instead I head off into the main living room, lying down on the sofa. A year ago this team was united, standing strong, ready to face any threat that came their way. Now we are all our own greatest threats. Our own pride, beliefs, and virtues clash with one another as this emerging war brings out the darkest sides of us all. Max is right to some extent, Annabeth is looking for something to get angry at. But that’s because she blames herself for not seeing through Luci’s act, she was the leader, Luci was her responsibility… right now she needs something other than herself to hate. As for Max, well he’s just falling apart, clutching at straws, trying to find some source of hope. Whether it’s pondering his relationship with Luci, wondering if she actually might have feelings for him, or facing the demons of his past in order to confront his mother, all he ever seems to do is go on mission after mission. He never fails, but he never really succeeds either. I really am clueless when it comes to Daniel, some moments he’s the same trusting man I met one strange night, others he’s a complete stranger who won’t even look me in the eye. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed too much, unlike my friends, but I know that I probably have.

“Hey, are you okay?” I hear a familiar voice behind me. I sit up and turn around to look at him, glad that he’s come to me.

“I’m fine Daniel,” I smile, “What about you?” He moves to come and sit beside me, sighing as he leans back into the sofa.

“Honestly, I don’t know anymore…” He trails off, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry I went to LA with Max without telling you.” I apologise, meaning every single word. I don’t even try to justify my actions with a it’s just Max made me promise not to tell you and, I just sit there and wait for his reply.

“That doesn’t bother me anymore, don’t worry.” He assures me, taking my hand in his.

“Then why have you been acting so strangely?”

“I guess I just miss the days when we did everything together, and the team was united, and we all felt so invincible...nowadays we can’t have breakfast without yelling at each other.” He confesses. I bite my lip, a small twang of guilt hitting my stomach. I lean in closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I miss those days too,” I tell him, “I’m not sure who I am anymore. Am I the polite little British girl with a cleaning fixation? Or the dangerous fugitive determined to bring the system down?” Daniel tilts his head to look at me, running his fingers slowly through my hair, gently nudging my face closer to his with the back of his hand.

“You’re Elia Jubilee Watson-Smith,” he tells me, “And whoever you are besides that, you are perfect.”

“And you’re Daniel Jackson,” I copy him, playing along, “And you will always be one of the purest men I’ve ever met, and you are perfect.”

The next thing I know we’re kissing.

And suddenly, I don’t miss the past anymore.

~

“...okay, thanks Grace, yeah- yeah I know, okay...bye.” Annabeth hangs up, done with her phone calls. “They’re both on their way.” She informs us, handing the phone back to my dad.

“How long?” I ask.

“They should be here at about ten tomorrow morning,” she replies, “Timmy’s coming too.”

“I suppose that’s best.” Max sighs, not meeting Annabeth’s gaze. There’s still a lot of tension between the two of them, left over from this morning’s breakfast.

“I’m going to go upstairs and hide the file,” Annabeth decides, “We know the alliance want to get their hands on it, and we can’t risk Grace or Beverly finding it tomorrow.”

“I’ll help.” Max offers, stepping forward, but Annabeth pushes him back again.

“It’s best if only I know where it is, the less people who know the better, right?” She reminds him, her tone firm.

“Yeah.” Max reluctantly agrees, “I’ll head on up and tell Frannie about what’s happening.” He manages to find a job for himself, jogging up the stairs. Annabeth goes up after him to hide the file, leaving me, Daniel, and my dad downstairs.

“I’m running low on groceries and I’ll want to be here tomorrow, I should probably head out now to the store.” My dad speaks, talking mostly to himself. He begins to get some bags out of the cupboard and picks up a list from the table.

“Me and Daniel could come with you if you need a hand?” I suggest, trying to be a good guest.

“Well actually I need somebody to get started on chopping those vegetables. How about you stay here and do that? Then Daniel can come and gives me a hand, that is, if he doesn’t mind helping?”

“Not at all.” Daniel assures him, grinning.

I head on into the kitchen, washing my hands and beginning to slice the veg. It’s moments like this, when I can pause and take time to do ordinary things, that keep me sane. About five minutes into my chopping, the phone buzzes on the table. Assuming it’s Beverly or Grace calling about tomorrow, I put down the carrot pieces and walk over to answer it.

“Hello? This is Elia speaking.” I call down the phone, keeping my tone professional.

“Well duh, I can recognise your voice stupid.” I have to suppress a yelp at the reply I hear, the phone shaking in my hands.

“Luci? How do you keep getting these phone numbers?” I keep my voice down, not wanting to alert Annabeth or Max.

“I have my ways...Anyway, I’ll be the one asking the questions,” she slurs, “So, it’s been a while since we last spoke...what did you think of the report? Daddy was never a man of sympathy.”

“It was horrific,” I sigh, a lump swelling up in my throat at the thought of it, “I-I had no idea.”

“Yes, well now you can understand my distaste towards my birth father- he’s still alive by the way, for now at least. Anywho- that file proves what sort of man Xander Moore really is, and I want it, so I can show it to the world, and start a revolution.” She announces, speaking slowly and sharply, not messing around.

“I thought all you wanted was for us to read it.” I remind her, my voice shaking slightly. My palms are so sweaty that I have to clutch hard at the phone to stop it from slipping out of my hold.

“Yes, and now you’ve read it.” She notes, “So it’s time for step two, which is you handing it over to me.

“You know we can’t do that Luci…”

“Why not?” She cuts me off, “Are you really going to defend a man who killed thirteen civilians, including eight innocent children?”

“Xander Moore will get what’s coming to him, but not like this.” I remain firm, sounding brave, even though inside I’m crumbling. Should I really be arguing with her like this? She obviously knows where we are, she could have us arrested in an instant.

“I’m warning you Elia, one way or another I will get that file.” Luci urges me, her tone turning bitter and spiteful, so much so that shivers escalate down my spine. I force away these feelings, I am Elia Jubilee Watson-Smith, and I will not be broken.

“Good luck.” I say, and then I hang up on her.

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