Joshua Donovan (
damncompass) wrote2013-09-29 02:36 pm
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Late September 2012: Manchester, New Hampshire
A few days ago, Joshua's boss had rung him up and told him that one of his fellow Regents had died in a boating accident, and everyone was going to New Hampshire for the funeral. Halfway there on the plane, Artie (seated beside him because he refused to upgrade to first class, and Joshua was the one who bought the tickets) started chattering about the case he had sent Claudia on, and his intention of going to check up on her after the funeral.
"Bad idea, Artie." Joshua shook his head. "She doesn't take that shit well."
"Oh, she'll be fine. I just want to see how she's doing."
"Bad idea theater. Honestly."
With another shake of his head, Joshua fell silent again and the rest of the flight was uneventful. At the airport, they met up with his boss and Jane. Artie wandered off to rent a car mumbling something about driving to Boston. After even more admonitions about how bad of an idea driving in Boston would be, the Regent trio shook their heads and drove off to the service.
Joshua was quiet during the entire thing, which seemed so out of place, all of the loud and emotional prayers, all of the gospel singing, and the tributes to the dead woman that made Jane roll her eyes and mutter things under her breath that Joshua never really caught.
Eventually, the service was over, and they proceeded to the cemetery. Everything was fine until the minister started talking about ashes and dust, and something caught in Joshua's throat. Closing his eyes, he quietly backed up and walked away from the group at the grave.
A moment to himself would be enough. He just needed a moment. Really.
"Bad idea, Artie." Joshua shook his head. "She doesn't take that shit well."
"Oh, she'll be fine. I just want to see how she's doing."
"Bad idea theater. Honestly."
With another shake of his head, Joshua fell silent again and the rest of the flight was uneventful. At the airport, they met up with his boss and Jane. Artie wandered off to rent a car mumbling something about driving to Boston. After even more admonitions about how bad of an idea driving in Boston would be, the Regent trio shook their heads and drove off to the service.
Joshua was quiet during the entire thing, which seemed so out of place, all of the loud and emotional prayers, all of the gospel singing, and the tributes to the dead woman that made Jane roll her eyes and mutter things under her breath that Joshua never really caught.
Eventually, the service was over, and they proceeded to the cemetery. Everything was fine until the minister started talking about ashes and dust, and something caught in Joshua's throat. Closing his eyes, he quietly backed up and walked away from the group at the grave.
A moment to himself would be enough. He just needed a moment. Really.

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"If he thinks he had a bad vibe that morning, I had a worse one. Doubly so because I knew there was no way to talk Bill into coming home." Jane takes a deep, shaky breath. "I still called him to tell him I loved him. It was all I could do."
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Joshua winces, and instinctively reaches over and hugs Jane. "I'm sorry. I know that feel, though. I... I didn't even get the chance to say it before I...." Yeah.
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"I was never more relieved than when Mrs. Frederic told me it was just a fire."
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"I really hope the car crash was just that. I would probably be alright, but I don't know if Claudia would ever be ok with that."
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"From what we know, it was only a car crash."
...She's going to have to explain how she knows that, isn't she. Oops?
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It's the first time ever that he's been dubious about the Warehouse or anything about it.
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"But as smart as she is, and considering the fact you'd already made two Artifacts before you finished high school, keeping an eye on you was the wise thing to do."
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He pauses, though, and makes a dubious face. "Wait. I made Artifacts? What ones?" Huh?
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Jane smiles a little. "Well, you disassembled the proton pack, but that's the one that caught our attention. And if I were you, I wouldn't let your copy of Time Machine fall into the wrong hands."
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He blinks a few times. "Really? But it... oh, wait. Class one. I get it. And... Time Machine? Really? Shit, self. Maybe that's why my ball went nutsoid when I brought the book into my lab last week."
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As it is, she's wondering how it handles being in the Warehouse.
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Joshua shrugs. "Maybe it was because it was my Artifact. It does tend to react more or more often around my damn caffeine thing."
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She's trying not to laugh, out of deference to being in a cemetery, but that is one amusing mental image.
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As exciting as any funeral ever is, but she's assuming that if an Artifact had been involved they would know by now.
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As she stands, she adds, "You may not have seen the signs to ask, and he didn't want to make this public knowledge, but... he has suspicions about whether this is the accident it's been presented as. I didn't see anything fishy, and we can't make accusations without some kind of proof, but..."
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It's... uncomfortable. Jane hasn't had any vibes on the matter, and unfortunately she probably won't until things re much farther along, if there is a threat. But something is a bit off about all this.
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