The Calm Before (attn: Mara, Bao, Dana)
((ooc: Follows Have You Ever Seen the Rain... later that day.))
Amir opened his eyes. There were two of them, that was a plus. The left one still wasn't working like it should, being somewhat malformed and not entirely there, but he had an eyelid to blink so he did. The stars told him it was some time after mid-day. His body told him it required more blood. His brain told him that going to sleep in blood-soaked leather had been low on the list of good ideas, but as he recalled there hadn't been much choice.
Throwing aside the thick blankets but making sure not to disturb Dana, he pulled the now-dry IV lines from his arm and watched with satisfaction as the skin closed up around the tiny punctures. Standing carefully, he assessed the possibility of mobility.
Step one: something in his unhealed ankle crunched. Step two: something in his left knee popped but held. Step three: he had no depth perception and nearly broke his nose on the half-opened door. All of that aside, he made it to the bathroom with a change of clothes and regarded with distaste the mess of the morning's earlier patch-work. Moving everything out of the way for the moment, he sat on side of the tub where he recalled Mara being previously and proceeded to work his way out of his incredibly stiff leathers. As if having plates of silver hadn't made them difficult enough, they were now twice as hard to get out of. The feat was finally accomplished, but with enough hissing and cursing in multiple languages to have woken up half the Manor.
Grumbling, still in pain, and twice as grouchy as he started, Amir scowled his way through a hot shower and wished many evil things upon Xephier as he inadvertently got soap into every tiny little laceration, and the not-so-tiny patches of still-healing skin on his face.
Dressing was an ordeal all over again and he decided he'd rather go back to bed, but hunger called and it was time to help himself to something more substantial than bagged blood and less self-defeating than his childrens'. It didn't take long to secure a willing servant and he limped his way by the two shapes in his living room to meet said human and drink his fill before returning.
Upon re-entering his suite he moved to the couch and sat, trying not to disturb Mara, who slept on the opposite end of the couch curled into a suspiciously cat-like ball.
He waited for several minutes, tapping his fingers against the arm of the couch, playing the waiting game before finally rolling one and a half eyes.
"Oh come on. Neither one of you is fooling anyone."
A thump-shuffle indicated their creator was heading their way, and like children caught with the light on after bedtime, they both closed their eyes and did their best to look asleep as Amir staggered past, left, and returned shortly. Mara half expected him to head into the bedroom but he didn't. Instead he took over the other end of the couch and waited.
And waited.
Finally, he called them both out in an irritable tone of voice and Mara, at least, opened her eyes. She flashed him a grin in the darkness of the living room and said, "Well look what the cat dragged in."
The phrase was almost certain to not improve his mood at all; it was the same thing Shades had said to Amir when Mara had helped him after his last run in with Xephier. Her goal was not to make him feel warm and fuzzy, though, but to remind him.
Sounds indicated Amir was up, functioning and just fine, so Bao allowed himself to think of how far off schedule he was. The annoyance gave him some odd comfort though and he gave some mild form of annoyance back to Amir.
"I do need something of a nap. I have a busy night tonight."Â?
He did too, it would either be busy with Amir, Mara and Dana or he would try and recover some of his schedule. That remained to be seen.
Still and all Amir was up and cranky. Life was as it should be.
Instinct told her he did not want anymore help at the moment and while it didn't make her happy, she refrained from going to him. She listened as he completed his shower, dressed, left and returned. He did not come back to her and she nodded. He needed to talk with his children, and she needed a shower.
In Amir's closet she found a black button up dress shirt that would reach to about mid-thigh. It wasn't anything close to decent, but it would do until she could return to her quarters and put on something proper.
The bathroom made her cringe. Crouching, she looked under the sink and found a small box of trash bags. Very quickly she threw out everything thing that looked like garbage, and neatly tied off the bag. Picking up the leather she looked it over. It did not appear salvageable to her, but it was not her armor and she would not make that decision. Instead she folded it into a stiff, bloody but neat pile and left it on the side of the sink.
Satisfied with that much she turned toward the shower and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A startled gasp left her, blood had dried in random places on her body and face and her hair was a tangled halo around her head. It was a rather frightening picture she made, as she pulled the elastic from what was left of her braid and ran her fingers through the disaster.
Annoyed and disturbed, she turned on the water and stepped into the hot spray. A sigh escaped her and she took the time to thoroughly clean her hair and body. When she was clean, she took care of the remnants of blood in the bathtub that their two showers had missed.
With the little room back in order, Dana dried, combed her hair, and dressed in the shirt she'd borrowed from Amir's closet. Now she had to decide if she was going to sit in his living room with his children dressed only in his shirt, or quickly pass through said living room and return dressed in her own clothing.
With a sigh she left the steamy bathroom, and moved through the hall, stopping where it met the living room to lean against the wall, still completely unsure of where propriety lay in this situation.
"Thanks for the drag," he said, unruffled, the words aimed at both of his children. Cocking an eyebrow at Bao he replied, "Don't let me keep you."
He didn't think Bao would leave quite so easily, but it was worth a shot... it was one less person to question his executive decision-making.
Relaxing into the couch with a groan and a grimace he listened to the sounds of the shower running for a second time. Dana, he swore, didn't sleep at all. She simply closed her eyes and pretended. No matter how careful he was not to wake her he was never successful.
Mara's pale eyes were locked on him and he gave her a sigh. "Go ahead," he said. "You may as well get it over with."
She glared at him, narrowing her eyes as he prompted their criticism with a cavalier attitude that sent a red flag up for her.
"You're only expecting it because you know what you did was reckless," she said softly, angrily, "and you're not ready to admit that yet."
She had asked him if he wanted to talk about it earlier and he had declined. She should have pressed him while he was weak. She should have forced him to admit what had happened while he was lying there in the tub half dead. Now that Amir was up and moving, he was undoubtedly telling himself all kinds of things that were half-truths or deceptions.
But one thing was certain. Amir was clever, and his logic could at times be as convoluted as Mara's. Somewhere deep down he'd known what was happening.
"You knew something," she said. "You told Dana you were working, and you strongly suggested she see me about the weres. You knew it would come up in conversation, that I would find out, and that I, or both of us, would come."
By now, her keen senses had noted that the shower had been off for some while. She raised her voice. "You should be a part of this too, Dana," she said, loudly enough to be heard in the hallway.
"After all, you were the little bird last night."
It had been smart of Amir, at least, to have some sort of safety net. But to deny it now would be disturbing. She glanced at Bao. Just how far did Amir's devotion go, after all?
He'd suspected Dana was the 'little bird' but still discreetly turned to look at her, half dressed and hovering in the hall way. It was an interesting way for her to show loyalty to Amir, to help them try and make sure he didn't get in over his head.
"I will concede you had more than a bit of bad luck running into so large a group,"Â?
'and that particular group' he added to himself. Although Bao did allow himself one fleeting thought of the good doctor. Pity Mara had let her go. Of course, those thoughts never showed on his face.
"But I will also agree that this was a very dangerous order. What if you had not left such a net?"Â?
Bao was torn on that point. He had great respect and admiration for Amir, but he was forced to admit that it certainly had looked like the wolves had had the advantage.
"I'm not sure what else I can add. I said my peace before he slept, but I will be happy to answer any questions you may have. If I have an answer to them."
She wasn't entirely comfortable sitting in a room with her lover, her employer and a basically strange woman, in nothing but a button down shirt, but there was nothing to be done about it right now.
He looked down at where Dana sat, appealing in his shirt. "You said plenty." It was said kindly, with a small smile.
He looked at Bao next. "Give me a little credit," he said acerbically. "Haven't I taught all of you? If you have to go out under a full moon, stay in populated areas or have backup and lots of it." His voice changed to a growl. "I'm hardly going to go against my own rules, am I? And when did this get to be the spanish inquisition?"
Amir was starting to feel very short-tempered. Yes, both Mara and Bao had come, along with Dana, in response to his (granted, very veiled) summons. His memories of the last bit of the fight were vague but he remembered throwing silver at Xephier and looking up at the moon.
"An order is an order," he said sternly. He'd taught his children to respect the chain of command. They shouldn't be so upset. "Do not take me to task for following mine, when I did my best to cut down on the risks. But in the end, I serve Anantya. everything we do must be for the Clan, no matter the cost."
Unable to sit still she lunged forward with a short cry, grabbing Amir's wounded elbow and shaking it, watching him wince.
"Was this for the Clan?" she demanded. "Is it imperative for you to follow every order given even if it's a bad one?"
Mara squeezed Amir's elbow once more and released him, feeling her eyes tear up, embarrassed that they did. "And tell me, how would Anantya be served by losing you? How would your death strengthen the Clan, if one of its greatest assets against the wolves is torn down on some fool's errand under a full moon?"
Angry all over again, Mara swiped her wrist over her eyes. She hated arguments, she avoided confrontation at all costs. But that reticence of hers was now coming into direct conflict with her absolute devotion to her creator, and her love for Amir was winning out. She couldn't stand to lose him.
For all his not quite jealousy toward Mara Bao found he wanted to protect his sister. He didn't think that Amir would take that outburst well. At least he wouldn't if it had come from Bao. He might take it from Mara though. So he simply sat, stoically, waiting for Amir's response.
Mara's outburst startled her and she leaned away from it, unsure of what to do as the desire to protect Amir and her lack of understanding warred with one another. In the end she did nothing, and waited for Amir's response.
He seethed angrily, his quick temper rising at her presumptuous outburst. It wasn't for the child to chastise the creator. His job was just that, a job. And yet her words made sense in a way; Amir wasn't so blind as to believe he had no worth to Anantya beyond being a weapon.
Then she dashed a hand across her eyes, and he finally blinked at her. really looked at her. And softened slightly. Marginally. He was angry still, but he could see what lay beneath her loud words.
"Don't let fear blind you to what's necessary, Mara," he said softly, his voice hard but not cruel.
Amir watched his second eldest with hard, glittering eyes, unwilling to speak further to her here. She was too clever to let this get in the way of understanding. He was shaken, slightly, by the depth of emotion in her outburst. He knew Mara was probably the most sensitive of the vampires he'd created, but she was normally so much more in control.
Quietly, subtly, he dropped his hand to Dana's shoulder, seeking contact, speaking for both her and Mara at the same time.
"Sometimes the orders don't always make sense. But we carry them out anyhow."
As before, he hadn't initially seen the reason for Subira's demand of him that night. Now, however, he saw it fairly clearly, although he wasn't completely prepared to act on it yet.
Mara had long been Amir's friend, his favored child, the one vampire he'd created to whom he'd ever offered any amount of protection. She thought she'd known his reasons for doing so, but thousands of years had passed since day one. Had she finally been replaced? She hadn't been sheltered by any means; Amir wouldn't do that. But he'd kept her from harm many times, and had often come between her and Subira to keep Mara from that dangerous woman.
Perhaps Mara was finished, with that outburst. And perhaps it was Dana's time.
And yet, as she watched Amir, feeling hopeless and helpless, she caught something in his tone. An undercurrent she'd known before. Her insecurities faded slightly as she realized she was reading him wrong.
"I'm sorry," she said, gritting her teeth around an apology she didn't believe in. "I spoke out of fear, you're right."
She placed her hands in her lap, calm now, at least on the surface, and watched him. "What will you tell Subira about last night?"
She raised a good point though, what to tell Subira. Bao's personal choice would be to tell her very little. But, he didn't know what exactly Amir's orders had been. It could be he'd failed a mission. There would be no way to cover that. She would know.
It had not escaped his notice that Amir had subtlety, in his own way, comforted both Dana and Mara.
"And of course they will be more ready for us at this point. We will need a plan of action no matter what is communicated to her."Â?
Bao knew that at least he had been identified. There was no doubt the good doctor had made him and certainly their alpha had... committed Amir's face to memory. As it were.
Dana rested her head on Amir's hand for a moment. "If I might interject something."
She looked to Amir for permission. "Fear often blinds us, but it can also help to keep things crystal clear and etched into your mind."
That was all she had to add, until they spoke of what happened in the clearing, and she would not speak again until asked.
At Dana's words, he nodded sharply. "Yes, that's true too."
Mara's next question was more businesslike, much more what he expected from her. He looked at the three people in the room with him before he addressed it, and Bao's statement with it. "Last night never happened," he said. "I went out. I came back. End of story. You were never involved."
Amir bored his eyes into Mara as hard as he could. "Any of you."
Mara would do as he asked. She must; she hated arguments. She avoided confrontation. What she had just done to him had taken a lot from her. He didn't think she would push it again.
His next words made her cringe. "Amir, why? She'll send you out again," Mara said softly.
If he denied any involvement from them and Mara and Bao were right about Subira's motives, she would find another, more difficult task for Amir. She would keep pushing him until he failed. Didn't he see that? How could he still not understand what was happening?
Nonetheless she nodded at him. "All right. we weren't there."
And something burned in her chest at that particular lie.
"Sensible and simple enough for her."Â?
It was best she never know.
"It might be best if we had.. .."Â? Bao paused trying to find the best way to express this "Clear instructions from here out."Â?
Bao, ever organized and the rule follower wanted to know exactly want Amir would want from them from here out.
"Yeah. Probably," he agreed. "Like I said. Just because I don't understand it..." He didn't finish the sentence. Mara wasn't going to like it, but in the end they were his orders, not hers.
He didn't address the deeper question, not here. The concept of it, the whole idea, was so new to him that he was still wondering about it himself. He had to look into it first, to think on it from all sides. He was clever, but it was Mara who generally came to these quick conclusions. It said something, therefore, that she was so upset.
When it came to uncovering riddles, Amir could find a riddle within a riddle pretty well. Mara, however, could find the riddle within the riddle, solve them both, and explain why each was what it was while posing a third riddle of her own the the midst of it. It was baffling sometimes, the way her mind worked. Right now he felt like he was a few steps behind and he had to catch up.
He glanced down at Dana. She might be able to help. A new perspective wouldn't be at all bad.
Amir inclined his head to Bao, the closest he would come to any sort of apology. "I'll do my best. But you were never meant to get involved here."
Not fully. Not in Subira's plans. Amir had an agenda of his own; he hadn't thought to embroil Bao and Mara, and certainly not Dana, in intrigue involving the weres. He didn't control fate, though. They were involved now and he would have to handle that.
"Enough, then," he said. "It is what it is, for now. If you're all done grilling me, I'm ready to sleep some more."
He turned to Dana and raised his brows, silently inquiring if she would stay. Turning to Mara he said, "You're welcome to stay here if your room at the Manor is furnished yet."
Standing, he ignored the various residual aches and pains. Soon he would feed again and he would be fine within a few more hours. For now he was tired. Passing in front of where Mara sat, he reached out and bent, brushing her cheek with one hand and kissing the top of her head.
His whisper was quiet enough that even those with such good hearing as their current company wouldn't hear; barely an exhale. "Tomorrow night, the club."
A little louder, he said, "Trust me Mara. I promise, it'll be clear soon."
"My room here is fine. But thank you." She'd slept on Amir's couch before; this time, however, she felt more like a third wheel. Amir had clearly invited Dana into his territory and made her feel comfortable... she was wearing his shirt, after all. no, this was no place for her tonight.
As Amir bent close, she closed her eyes. His barely-whispered message reached her ear and she made no movement, didn't twitch a muscle, nothing to give away that he'd given her anything but reassurance. She would be where he wanted her when he needed her there, as always. Her mind began to work furiously, though. He would need her to be as sharp as ever.
"I'll wait eagerly for that night," she said with irony as she stood.
((ooc: Mara and Amir out, pending responses))