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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hackitude]

Sleeping in Armin's room. Traitor likes him better than me. And he didn't make a sound when you were throwing rocks on the window. Talk about useless as a guard dog.

[Skye leans over Jesse then to her bedside table and grabs a box of dog treats out from the middle drawer before straightening up and making a kissy noise and shaking the box.]

Hey Trotsky.

[The smell of treats combined with his name does the trick. Ten or so seconds later, something that looks nothing so much as like a small, furry mop comes trotting into the room. He's sort of in that awkward stage between "puppy" and "full-grown dog." Skye pats the bed beside her and he jumps up immediately, tail wagging and tongue lolling. Seeing Jesse, he proceeds to immediately get all up in his business, sniffing and whuffling softly.]

Awww, who's a good boy. Yes you are.

[hostage]

Ohhhh my godddd...

[The second the puppy approaches him, Jesse's already wrapping his arms around it for a hug and scritches.]

Hey, Trotsky! Hello! You're such a good boy! Look at you with all this floofy hair!

[hackitude]

I thought I'd name him after the baddest Russian revolutionary that ever lived in the hopes that he'd be like... smart and kinda bad-ass?

Instead I just got a giant, stupid ball of fluff.

[Her voice is very fond as she says it, though, and she hands the box of dog treats over to Jesse.]

[hostage]

He looks like a Muppet!

[Which is a good thing, apparently, because Jesse can't stop kissing the top of Trotsky's head. He reaches for the treats and holds one out to the puppy.]

[hackitude]

[After a cursory sniff, Trotsky is perfectly happy to lick that right out of Jesse's hand, thank you very much. Hope you like dog slobber.]

Pretty much. I should've named him Oscar. Or Rowlf. Mr. G suggested Bruiser, which I objected to on the basis that I don't think this guy could give a bruise to a fish.

[hostage]

Who's Mr. G?

[Jesse does not mind the dog slobber one bit. He's already pulling out another treat.]

[hackitude]

Oh. Mr. G-- his name's actually Will. Will Graham. I started calling him Mr. G just to tease him but it kinda stuck. He's this old crotchety dude who doesn't like people, but he's also like this genius criminal profiler who works for the FBI. And he likes me. So he's tutoring me so I can get my GED here.

And-- before you start, I know it doesn't count for anything here or back home, and I've got a job already, but. I kinda just wanna do it to prove that I can, you know?

[hostage]

[Record scratch. Jesse stops what he's doing, the smile fading from his face. He kind of doesn't even hear the second part of that, it takes so long for the first part to sink in.]

[hackitude]

... What? It's not that crazy, is it? I mean, you said yourself you thought I was smart. And I'm feeling really good about it. I've totally been studying my butt off.

[hostage]

What? No, that's - Wait, like... Alone? With him? Since when?

[Jesse's looking rather pale. A lot paler than GED tutoring warrants.]

[hackitude]

[Oh. Skye sighs. Tattlecrime at work again.]

... Since like the week after I first got here? Look. I don't know what you've heard or read about him, but you should know-- there's this reporter out there, Freddie Lounds? Who is like, hellbent on destroying his life. Literally none of the rumours she spreads are true. He's kind of a... misanthropic oddball? But he's not actually a bad guy. Trust me. I've been alone in a room with him on a weekly basis for like almost three months now. You can relax.

[hostage]

[Ha. Ha. Ha. No. Jesse shakes his head and fumbles around for his comm, which he then hands over to Skye.]

He called me. Like three weeks ago. You can find it, right?

[It shouldn't be too hard.]

[hackitude]

[Skye takes the comm from him with a frown and fumbles around in the databank for a bit.]

Uhh... you know phones don't actually keep recordings of phone conversations unless someone's bugged it, right? All I can see here is the date, length and IDs involved with the call.

[hostage]

Seriously? The government ain't bugging these things?

[What if he gives her a power boost? Does that help? He's pretty sure she won't believe him unless she hears Will Graham's freaky-ass creepy voice for herself.]

[hackitude]

I don't know... maybe? But I can't hack the government here, remember? I've tried.

[hostage]

Ugh, fuck it. Look - the guy's got it out for me. I'm pretty sure whatever that reporter's been saying, it's right. You shouldn't be hanging around his psycho ass.

[hackitude]

What? No. He's not a psycho. Look, he just doesn't like people. He wouldn't hurt anyone. He's the one who convinced me I should get a dog here.

[hostage]

Yeah. That's great. But he's obsessed with this girl Abigail who's like so scared of him she'd rather stay in a hospital than go home with him when he says he's supposed to be her legal guardian, and somebody back home tried to kill her and she's lying about it, and he's stalking me just because I tried to help her. So, you know, he kinda actually sounds pretty psycho to me.

[hackitude]

... She died, back home. Abigail, that is. I don't think Mr. G is really over it? I mean-- he was supposed to protect her, but she was murdered. So I think that's why he's a bit... weird and over-protective, when it comes to her.

[hostage]

That's just what he says, Skye. But if he's really worried about her, why's he going after the guy who offered to heal her?

[hackitude]

I don't know! I'm not some kind of like... crazy omnipotent all-seeing being! Maybe he didn't know you offered to heal her! All I know is, he's not a bad guy.

[She says, while in bed with a bad guy.]

Look, I'll try to get him to back off.

[hostage]

He knows. He was watching. And from what he was saying, he's been watching everything I do. You'd know it if you could just hear what he said to me!

[But she can't, so he picks up his useless comm and chucks it across the room. He doesn't particularly care if he busts it.]

Christ...

[hackitude]

Jesse. Just... chill, okay? I'll talk to him. He listens to me.

[hostage]

[He scrubs his hands down his face, shaking his head.]

No. No, don't - don't say anything to him. Jesus.

[He huffs out a sigh and glances out the window before pushing himself up.]

I should go.

[hackitude]

Seriously? I just got to see you for like the first time in two weeks and now you're gonna go again because we don't agree on something?

This is the most ridiculous not-argument I've ever had.