Playing with fire 2 (all the good peops)

This feels somewhat like dejavu. A cut to the head. Someone tending to the wound. I'm laying down with my eyes stareing off to Jeran and only glancing at Matthew. Only this time, I don't get small whispers of comfort from him. He's not holding my hand like that one time that the doctor was cleaning up my wound. There's no debris in this cut, but it does the same as the other one. I hiss out in pain as the liquid touches it. Small moans errupt when the burning sensation doesn't exactly go away like that. I end up curling my fingers, peircing my nails into my palms to get rid of the pain and embarrassment.

"Almost done." He says with a gentleness to his voice that would match the doctor who once took care of me; that old man with a gentle heart. Slowly, I let my eyes close to let him deal with cleaning up the area, pulling my hair away from the spot to allow the laceration to be visible to be able to be dealt with. Liquid stitches... that's going to hurt... I know it.

I give the peacekeeper a nod when he tells me it's going to hurt a little bit. "I'm used to it." I mumble. Then his fingers work delicately against the wound and he was right. I let out a little bit of a louder moan as he pinches the skin together. Two deep breaths and he finally lets go, securing the wound with two little bandaids.

"I need the ret of you to leave so I can have a word with Recruit Ruze. In private." Immediately, my eyes shoot open and I look off to Matthew and Vy. I would prefer that they not leave. I don't want to be left in here with this peacekeeper and Jeran. Who knows what they are going to say or lecture me on. Maybe, they think I instigated the attack and the officer wants to get one side of the story.

When O'rourke starts to address Jeran, I listen in. As best as I can, I try to make out what they are saying. Different words come into play and I lose most of the conversation due to the fact that I'm trying to figure out what 'de facto' means. When I give up on that, I catch somethnig about becoming a peacekeeper dependent. Medical care. Allowance to support me? So, what I previously thought is going to come true. With my father gone and Jeran in the academy, I won't be staying here? I'll be sent off? What about the baby?

"Miss Ruze - We're on our way, but we need you to answer some questions." I voice out an 'Okay' as they begin to do their assessment over the phone and get my information. It's just basic stuff that O'Rourke wouldn't have known, but Jeran ushers me to answer them.

"Seventeen. No drug allergies, that I know of." The one question about history of injuries is goingto be hard to deal with. A long history of pain as a career counts, right? "I'm a career. History of injuries is a long one." I crack out, a little above a whisper. What is asked next makes my breath hitch and I'm staring at Jeran because I have no clue what to answer and especially not in front of this stranger.

"Yes. She is." His voice comes across the line and I have to do my part to agree, so, I confirm it with the people over the line. That's when my gaze goes to the man that was treating my forehead. I can see, ever so slightly, that change in his facial features, although it's barely noticable at all. Noticing small things like that is more of a vibe. Finding out that information isn't setting with him. Why? Because my own father attacked me knowing that I was withchilded? The communication goes dead and an ice pack is given to me. Jeran is the one who takes it from me and adjusts my head enough that the ice pack is held to the bump on the back of my head.

Orders to relax is given, as well as a nod from myself.

"Jeran, where is he going?" I question my brother as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry... I was going to tell you. I wanted to tell dad first about being... "

"Pregnant? Kyanite, what the hell are you thinking?" His voice goes super low. "...and with Matthew? You know how dangerous that is going to be? What could happen to you or whatever your protecting. What about Matthew? You know you could very well get him killed? I can't beleive you, Kya."

"Not like it was planned... and you know that." I state harshly and reach to take the ice pack away from him, only to get my hand pushed away gently. "... don't let them take the baby. Please, dont' let them do anything to me. I am going to keep it. I won't stay here if they make me get rid of it."

"Hush, Kya. Just hush, will you? You and that baby are going to be fine. I won't let them do anything to you. We just need to figure out what's going to happen cause what my superior just told me, I'd end up being your legal guardian now that Dad's gone. Since he's been arrested, it's going to be up to you. Do you want me to take over your care? If not... then you'll go into a grou...."

"You. Jeran. Are you daft? I don't want to live somewhere else. I don't want to have to worry about moving off to someplace I don't know. I am pregnant, Jeran... I can't just be sent off!" My voice speeds up adn starts cracking as tears begin to sting my face. With rough motions, I jerk the tears away from my face and turn my head away. "Get Vy. Please, Jeran. Go get Vy?"

"Okay. But calm down. You need to stay calm for now cause that baby can sense your stress. It isnt' good. Calm down, Kya." He says and walks into the kitchen to get the person I want to be with.


Jeran walks away from Kyanite, his hands at his sides, fists formed and released several times as he heads over to the kitchen. It's his own sister that has requested for Vy to be with her and for reasons that he knows why. She's another female, and having another female around is what makes them more comfortable instead of all the guys. His fingers push against the door to the kitchen and he looks inside at the only person in there. His brows furrow and then release the tension.

"Did you know, Vy? About the baby?" He asks, clearly not shy about trying to get the news out. "You're a girl and all and you hang around her more than I do. Did you know abuot it?" He waits for an answer he's unsure of. "You know, I don't know why, but she didn't tell me. Evidently, I was going to be the last to know about it. If you had told me, or Kya, she might not have been hurt."

He walks over toward her and then stops at the sink. "She's wanting to see you, Vy. Will you, please? There's something you can do for her that I can't. I don't know how to help her, and besides... how am I really suppose to help anyways?"

By now I've realized that the guy has a soft spot for me but he's fuming, that much is clear.

"I don't give a shit about that, Dunham."
He gives me a stare that I'd rather not be on the receiving end of.
"Are you aware that your girlfriend is pregnant?"

Crap. What do I say now.
I look back at him trying to conceil everything that is shooting through my head right now.
The very worst case scenario is about to come true. As Ky has feared for weeks: the academy will find out that my girl friend is pregnant and I will hang...or at least go to the dc for a long time.
I'm pretty sure that all color drains from my face because I suddenly feel sick to my stomach.
Now I can either deny her being my girl friend or the baby.

"She's..." Is all I get out trying to convince him that I had no clue.

"Ky's just a friend."

Oh goodness, I can already tell he's not going to believe me although every one here would probably back me on this....what on earth did Kyanite tell him.

From one second to the next I know all is lost. O'Rourke takes his job serious. He is the epidemy of a soldier. He keeps away from any relationshipto avoid trouble. He will be the nail on my coffin.
As my breathing becomes rapid with the unwanted surge of adrenalin my lung seizes up leaving me with very little air to work with within seconds.

"Oh shit."

I grab the collar of my shirt as if that would help.
Maybe a little health troubles can even help mein this sort of situation...and I'm not faking.

Mysecrets's been exposed and I know it. That makes my head spin with options what I can do, cannot do, may do and might be done to me. Picture of detainees that have lost all skin color and weight, being a mere shadow of themselves after being released flash in front of my eyes as I try to get my chest to cooperate and let enough air in.

"Dunham--"
Oh my, what is he going to say now...'you're under arrest'?

My hands find my thighs and before I know it i'm on the grass. I guess the decision what I want to do with my life has just been taken out of my hands.

My vision is slightly distorted when O'Rourke bends down to give me the all familiar support.
"Matthew." He calls me by my first name in a much nicer tone than anyone would use who wants to lay into me.
It doesn't matter though. I raise my chin to draw a somewhat even deeper breath. 'Fuck this stupid half functioning lung!'

"I'm not turning you in, just-- get your inhaler, we need to figure out what we're going to do about this."
What? My eyes find his face with disbelieve. Is he really going to be a friend rather than a peace keeper right now? Or is he just trying to get me to calm down and lure information out of me.

"It's inside in my bag." I gasp wondering whether that's even correct. Did I bring the thing?
"I'll get it."
All I want is to get away from him and inside to find out what exactly Kyanite said. So I struggle back to my feet, lean my palms on my thighs for a moment and then walk towards the house as if I was eighty years old. Small labored breaths give away the mental stress I suddenly find myself under just because Kaynites father thought it's a good idea to go crazy on us. Or maybe me and Ky should have been more careful as I suggested...then again I'm convinced this baby found us.

On shaky legs I stagger up the stairs and inside hoping Brody won't follow. In the hallway I find my black back and fumble around while my eyes dart through the open living room door to Kyanite, who's all the way over on the couch. If only she'd look my way.
No such luck though so I grab the small plastic inhaler and push down on it releasing the secret Capitol potion into my airways.

I slide it into my pocket and lean my shoulder against the door frame waiting for it to take effect but I know it'll be a few minutes.

In the doorway I see O'Rourkes tall figure. His expression is beyond serious. Pissed, disappointed I'd say. But he told me he wouldn't be taking me in.

"It's not mine. It can't be." I try to convince him.

What comes forth from Matthew is exactly what Vy expected, a simple fine. The next part not so much as he questions himself. Of course she knew he wasn’t okay, but for him to admit that he’s unsure? Not the complete step towards the truth, it is a start though. Much more then even Vy can ever manage, so she’ll give him props for that; and the reward for going in the right direction? “Yeah…” She doesn’t press for anymore. Not the time nor place.

“How kind of him.” Vy jokes in return to Matthew pointing out her red cheek. Taking a small glance in the shiny metal toaster, which is not flattering to figures in the least. Some redness, it’s nothing to be concerned over though. And lucky her it’s on the same cheek Brittany got to last night, as her other remains completely smooth. A better topic goes to the outcome of all this, and how Mr. Ruze is being sent away.

For some reason Matthew feels the need to ask whether the old man deserves what’s coming to him. “Of course.” Vy assures. It’s not like he’s going to be criminalized for something he didn’t do. He fully well needs whatever the punishment is for harming his daughter. The conversation drops there though as O’Rourke comes in to join them…or escort Dunham outside.

Just when she’s certain she’s been left alone for a little while, someone else enters. Not from the outside though, and already Vy predicts it’s going to be Jeran. Hopefully he’s not naïve enough to let his sister get up. This is Jeran that’s being talked about though, and to no surprise he’s the one joining the blonde. “Is she alright?” She questions off the bat, unsure why he’d leave his sister’s side.

He found out the news, that’s why. In no time Jeran’s addressing about it. There’s really no reason for him to even include the word baby for Vy to understand what he’s talking about. Is he going to be mad at her for keeping this? Maybe not as he expresses why she’d be informed first. “Yeah, but it wasn’t my place to tell you…” She tries to explain with a hushed voice.

There’s sadness in his tone as he shares that he was never given the news, and how he was going to be the last to find out. Even that this might of all turned out differently if he’d had known. “You don’t know that.” It’s not really the most comforting to say, but perhaps it is at this point. There’s no tracing back, what’s done is done. All she can hope to do now is make him feel better about all of this.

A request from Kyanite to be at her side is delivered, and there’s no way Vy would ever decline. Still she takes a second to address the sorrow from Jeran. “She needs you just as much as she needs me.” She corrects, bringing her eyes up to his just to show how serious she is over this matter. “Come on, we’ll figure it out together.” The smallest grin is given before she gestures her head towards the door. “Plus it’d be a shame to waste your shirtless appearance.” Might as well try to brighten things up if only a tad, then maybe they can cheer up the entire circumstance. Starting with Ky.

In no time Vy is by the Brunette’s side with a comforting smile. “How you feeling?” She makes appoint to not treat her like the others were, didn’t seem like she was appreciating it too much. Still she does take a seat on the edge of the couch after moving Ky’s legs over a little. “Looks like you’re growing a second head.” The smallest joke on the bump is given, since it seems like she does enjoy humor.

The kitchen is the gathering place for one another. Usually for dinners or preparing food, but today it's somewhere to go when awaiting news. Unsure if it's for his father or for Ky, Jeran goes in search of the blonde that happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. A horrible thing for her to have to witness and have to endure. Sure enough to say, he feels completely lost. He's never been around children and he knows that Kyanite hasn't either. Though, he's heard of her taking care of Vy's little sister for a while.

"Is she alright?" Comes the automatic responce when he walks into the kitchen to find the one that his sister is requesting to see. He gently nods.

"She'll be okay. I hope. They are still sending her to the hospital." He gives the news even though that's not the only thing that's stuck on his mind. He's worried about far worse things now. All of the news being thrown on him, it's taking its toll on what he's suppose to be doing. Questions come out to Vy to know about how long she knew. Why she never told him. The consequences that are now being played out.

"It was your place to tell me. When my sister is involved and it could potentially hurt her, at leasts tell someone that can protect her. No wonder she wanted me to come home this weekend. I should have known something was up with her. She's not asked me once to come home since I left." He declares to her when he stands in front of the sink. "I do know that."

He mocks her tone just slightly because he feels so adament about being able to have kept her from harm if he had known about what she was planning on telling their father. He just shakes his head and makes it known to Vy that Kyanite wants to see her. That he's clearly clueless as to what to do for her. "She don't need me. She needs our mother. She needs someone who knows what's going on with this baby business. I can't do that for her. Now, she don't even have our father and that's the worst part about it."

Vy's voice changed for him. She comes closer to him in order for him to see her eyes and that look that she's giving him sends clear messages through his hard head. "We'll need to figure it out soon." Then nothing but heavy grins appear when she comments on his shirtless appearance. Only now does he realize that he's not up to par in appearance and he's more than surprised that O'rourke didn't state anything about it.

He follows Vy through the kitchen doors adn into the living room where Vy's already questioning Ky's well being. She stares at Vy with a slow stare. Her eyes concentrating on the woman that's come into the room, then her eyes glance to Jeran then down to the ground.

"I've been better. I guess I have to be honest... everyone knows now." Embarrassment is heard in her voice as she displays the symptoms of it as well. Her head bows downward and she tries to draw her knees up, but gives up half way through and her hand goes to the bridge of her nose again. As Vy approaches Ky, Jeran stays a good distance away from them when Vy makes herself comfortable on the couch.

"Yeah. Kya. Two heads. Maybe you'll grow some common sense next?" He half teases yet accuses her all in one sentence. His voice not really expressing a harsh tone, but more of a hurtful one.

"Jeran?" Her voice cracks among the stress. He can tell without a doubt, what the day has done to her. What she must be going through is enough without his smart remarks.

"Kya, I wish you had said something to me. I would have been able to take care of dad before he hit you. Before he hit any of you. I'm just glad that he's been taken care of now. I'm sorry you got hurt."

No sooner had those words came out, the medics entered through the door and so did O'Rourke, taking the lead and comfirming that Kyanite was the one in trouble. They set to work fast, excusing their way in front of Jeran and Vy. For only a split second, did Jeran let his fingers brush up against Vy's back as he watched then tend to the one with the bandages on her forehead.

Her body is lifted ever so smoothly and placed on the stretcher, while her body was strapped down for transport. One of the medics started an IV while the other was checking the wounds on her head.

"Is a parent or legal guardian here with her to go with us to the hospital?" The shorter, redheaded medic asked as he turned to me with Jeran and O'Rourke. Immediately, Jeran's right hand raised up and he glanced to Vy.

"Meet us there, please. I know she'll want you there with her." He states as he gets closer to the guys and Kya's hand clasps on to his hand. For a moment, she pleads with him, then her eyes glance over in another direction for him to look to. Without even having to see, he knew it was Matthew that she was needed to have with her, but as the men started to carry her out, I watch as the tears fall from her eyes and I follow the men out the door and gather in the ambulence to go with them.