Catching Up

Summary:
August 04 2014: Jericho visits Nancy at the farm to catch up after the Raid

The Nest

A trio of farm buildings situated on a wide stretch of rolling field and farmland in Westchester County.


Characters

NPCs

  • K'nert

Mood Music:
[* None]


After Jeri's 'bad night' episode the other night (which was both expected and not nearly as bad as most what with the company) he managed to get some sleep and the following day snagged an unobtrusive car for a ride out to Nancy's new digs. The drive is nice, really, once one clears the city traffic and gives him some time to think and compose himself. Okay, so perhaps he's still not in the best headspace, but at least he's not likely to snap and beat the living daylights out of one of the rescuees.

Personally he's not quite sure what to expect. He had been too busy to chat with Nan as he usually does the night after the raid itself, and last night he hadn't been in a good place for it either. So… it's been a couple days since they had their ritual chat conversation. Of course Nan's been busy too, so there's that.

The plain white car kicks up a little dust as he pulls up to the very rural farm and steps out with a large ish box under his arm. At least his burns don't hurt anymore. The scars are even starting to fade. Another day or maybe two and there won't even be any evidence. Not that you can see it now anyway unless you get close enough.

*

Nancy had it lucky, with the exception of Jinx and Charmer, all the other N-Series mutants were glad to be out of there. After a couple days on a high sugar diet, the mutants started feeling better. The hostages are also glad to be free of their confinement and are helping their loved ones to recover.

Currently, almost all of them are working on the fences, helping to turn this old farm into a home. The lot of them, mutant and family alike look up when the car drives up, looking for all the world like a field of meerkats. Fear is in their eyes, looking to each other as they wonder silently if they should flee. They aren't the only ones. Nancy puts down the hammer she was using on the fence and picks up a rifle, frowning as she watches the car come to a stop.

When she sees who it is, Nancy cheers. Her hands rise in the air and she quickly hands the rifle over to one of the other mutants to run over and give Jericho a hug. She looks at the box and grins. "Whatcha bring me?"

*

Fortunately Jeri doesn’t have to wince when he gets the hug. "Hey Nan," He says with a gentle tone normally reserved for… um… well really only two people have ever heard it and she's one. "Practical present." He hands the box over to Nancy. It's the kind of thing one might expect to contain a sweater or, perhaps a nice new shirt.

It's neither, though. Inside is a harness, clearly of a tactical make though outdoorsy enough that it could just be for hiking, or climbing or physical labor. There's several points that things could be attached and some pouches for holding whatever might be necessary. The inside lining of the harness is fitted with small, flexible metal disks and there's a small, firm, rectangular area that settles over the small of the back.

*

The people about the farm aren't entirely put at ease by Nancy's reaction. This is clearly someone she knows and likes, but what does that mean to them. They are a fragile bunch, broken, afraid. It's when Annabeth steps out of the main house, shielding her eyes from the sun and cries out "Jeremy! Is that you?" The name Jeremy seems to be one they know. Annabeth has been telling about the wonderful man who saved her, her daughter and all of them and they have taken it to heart.

Parents come to shake his hand, mutants give him hugs or handshakes as they feel comfortable.

Meanwhile, Nancy is looking over her present. "Um, Jer? I don't mean to be ungrateful, but I don't really think our relationship is the sort where fetish gear is a suitable house warming gift," she says with a smirk.

*

Ooof. Jericho hasn't been mobbed with appreciation since… … um… been a long time. It's a solid five minutes before he can get a word in edgewise. The smile he's wearing when he's done is small but quite genuine. And Anabeth gets a hug. She's looking… better? Better than he'd hoped and he hasn't even had a chance to turn over all the medical files to Angelo yet. "Nice to see you Anabeth." He hasn't told her yet what his actual name is, much less what he does. He wants to make sure she's better first… and doesn't honestly know how to broach the topic yet.

Nan's comment draws a smirk and when the hubbub dies down, Jericho grins over to her. "It's a sugar-rig. It's hooked to a biocomp that monitors your blood sugar level and if it ever drops too low, it automatically spikes you full of dextrose. Instant sugar high. I know you said you didn't really want to be in on things like that business a couple nights ago but…" But her going weapon-Nan scared the crap out of him. "… I figured it was better to have it and not need it, you know?"

*

Annabeth does indeed look better. She is treating her alcohol like medication now and taking it in measured doses at prescribed times of the day, just as the doctor ordered. As a side note, most of the hostages are not the mothers of the mutants. According to the files, suicidal tendencies were rampant if the mothers didn't dull them with alcohol. The three of them that are the mothers are indeed, all severe alcoholics.

"It's good to see you too, Jer." Annabeth then takes Jericho aside. "Jeremy, you better set the date soon. She had another man here the other night. In her room! I don't think he was being… respectful of your … claim, if you know what I mean." Nancy, overhearing this simply groans and shakes her head.

Nancy looks the rig over as it's explained and smiles, nodding. "Very nice. Thank you. Don't know if I'll ever need it, but it's better to have it and never use it then the other way around. You here for dinner?"

*

"Those were my thoughts, yes. I can be, if it's no trouble." Jericho can even help out though… he's not sure the relatives will let him. He's grown used to people being very protective of their kitchens.

"How have you been? Sorry I've not been in contact the last couple of days."

*

The moms are the ones in charge of the kitchen. Nancy tells Gus, the father of the touch telepath, that he's in charge of the fence building, as she starts to escort her mother back to the house. "I thought this would give our moms a good place to recover too. It gives them something to focus on. And with no TV here until we get the satellite set up, they need something to distract them.

*

"Work is a better distraction than primetime anyway," Jeri grins. "Most of the time, at any rate. So, another man, hrm? Do I need to be worried?" He's teasing. He knows of Nancy's boyfriend. Even seen him once or twice though they've yet to be properly introduced. Nan seems happy with him though and that's what matters. Oh… speaking of.

"Wasn't he staying here?" Odd to not see the guy about but then, things have been very busy."

*

Nancy nods her head and sighs. "That's why I've not had a chance to text you. This place has all the beds we needs and is going to be great, but it's a bit of a fixer upper. But we wanted it that way. Giving people something to do helps with their recovery." She takes another deep breath and looks back over at the fence.

Nancy chuckles, reaching over to give Jericho a poke in the ribs. "He's at work, doofus. Some of us have to actually work for a living. But yeah, he's staying here with me now. We're all…. official like. Mom hates him."

*

Jeri chuckles, shying away from the poke with a grin. "Ah yes work. I've heard of that." Nine to five job. Or whatever it is. Normality seems so odd to him now. How's that for irony?

"Give her time. Maybe Ange can get her to the point where she doesn't think I'm your boyfriend. I swear…" Add Nancy to the list of people he's been accused of being involved with. If he got half the action people say he does - hell, a quarter of it - he'd be exhausted all the time.

"So is it everything you thought it would be? This? Helping people?" On a certain level he knows it can't be because nothing prepares you for the details of this kind of thing.

*

"You're gonna laugh at me, but it's scary. Like, 'scarier than the actual raid was' scary. All these people, and they're looking to me? I'm only 21? What the hell do I know about being in charge of anything? I'm a year away from a bachelors degree in music! How am I going to use that to help these people?" She gets to the porch of the larger of the two houses, sitting down on the rail that overlooks the driveway up to the farm and the people working there.

"I've been thinking about it… a lot. I'm… I'm quitting Julliard. I'm gonna use the money I have from Parti to get myself enrolled in a program for social workers or therapists or something. Something that will actually help me out here."

*

Jericho nods thoughtfully and takes a seat on the porch railing, perching there as he listens to Nancy. "Leadership is always scary Nancy, no matter what it is. The thought of people counting on you? The fear of letting them down? Or not being able to handle it? Making a mistake? Yeah, that's… anyone who has to be in charge of something that matters feels those things. You're in some pretty good company. Most of the best people in history, really."

After another long moment's thought Jer looks very seriously at Nancy. "Look, I know you're going to make the right choice, but do you mind some advice?"

*

Nancy hears the question and sighs with relief. "I would love some advice. Anything! I mean, I have a ton of books from the library, but any little thing would help. Please." She leans against one of the pillars, hears it creak and stops leaning. Fixer upper. And another chore goes on the list.

*

"Don't quit Julliard. You have some serious, world class talent, Nan and I'm not just saying that because I love you like a sister. You do. And if I've not very much misread you, you like music." Jeri has talked to her a lot. She took her music very seriously, but it also seemed to center her.

"Maybe cut the classes down a bit. Take the minimum. If you decide to fill the extra time with social worker or psych classes, I don't think that's a bad idea. And I know you'll make good use of the knowledge but…"

Jericho hops off the railing and gestures around the farm, to the people working, the people in the house. "This isn't going to last forever. And yeah, these people need you, here and now. And yeah you're doing a really noble thing, but you can't sacrifice everything you are for their sake. Compromise, yeah. Maybe put plans off a bit, but at the end of the day Nan this is your life, and you can't live it all for everyone else." It's no way to live.

*

Nancy listens, getting out a lolly from her pocket and unwrapping it as she absorbs everything that Jericho has to say. She nods her head slowly and smiles. "That makes.. a *lot* of sense. I didn't really want to quit Julliard, but… I felt going there was being selfish when these people need me. And it'sa really good feeling, you know? One of the teachers at the school… he said that my power could make a difference in people's lives. People like this. Maybe… there might be more to me than just music."

*

"Be a little selfish, Nan. Just a little. You're only human. You need it. Other than that though, you know, not crucifying yourself on the altar of others’ needs, I think you're on the right track." Jericho grins, folding his arms again and leaning back. "And there's definitely more to you than just music."

*

Nancy starts to smile. It's a smile as if she can actually see a future for herself and isn't just following the path she's on just because it's there. "Who knows. Maybe I can do this whole helping mutant things for the long term. Have this place be a safe haven for mutants that want to turn off their powers for a while. We could call it Nancy's Nest for Normalacy."

*

"Gonna paint that on a sign over the driveway?"

Jeri grins. "The Nest, huh? Or Nancy's Nest. Has a ring to it, sure."

Jericho pushes off the railing and straightens up looking about. "You really won't mind my coming to visit? I'd say you're always welcome over at my place but it seems like you're gonna be pretty busy for a while."

*

Nancy laughs and seems to consider keeping the name for the place. "Maybe just 'The Nest'. Don't wanna make it sound like I have a big ego or nothin'." She pushes off the railing and goes to hug Jericho, smiling brighter than possibly she ever has. "Hey, as long as you are willing to follow the rules, you are welcome to come here. Mama Wolf too. But I don't think she's gonna like the rules about no violence."

*

Jericho shrugs diffidently. "I'm less worried honestly about following those kinds of rules than I am about being followed by people who won't care." Aaaand there's the rub. Jericho is good at hiding but people do find him. Nancy's seen the effects of it once, back at the mall. That was a relatively tame on by his standards. It gets worse. Much, much worse.

*

With a long drawn out sigh, Nancy nods. "I leave it to you. If you don't think coming here is safe, then I can come out and meet you. Gus there… he used to be a school principle. He's used to dealing with large groups. And yet he's still talking to me like I'm in charge. He says he doesn't want that mantle anymore. He's just happy his son is alive."

*

Jericho returns the nod and looks about. "Normally I leave that kind of decision up to the people I'm working with." Risk is not something he feels comfortable pushing on other people. "We'll find a way to make it work. The main thing to me is that you're happy and relatively safe."

Blowing out a sigh he turns back to Nancy. "I'm going to have to talk to the other mutants and the parents in the near future. It's… too soon for them right now, but I do need to find out whatever they managed to pick up." Yeah, he still intends to finish off the project. It's on the back foot now. He's going to kill it and bury it so deep it'll never see the light of day again. Eventually.

*

"We're actually having a daily talk, it's a coping mechanism I'm stealing from Al-Anon. Hey, it's what I know, right. I'll make notes of anything that sounds relevant, if you like. I mean, it's not like I have to worry about keeping these folk anonymous from you."

*

The cribbing of support group methods gets an amused snort from Jericho. "Well yes, this is true. And speaking of I'll start working on new identities for your folks here. That was kind of always the plan. Whether they stay here or not they'll eventually need 'em. It'll take time though and they'll be most useful after I've finished my end of things." Meaning, he doesn't plan to bring Nancy in on that part any further. She'll be busy and she's already made it clear that it's not her thing.

*

Scanning the people by the fence, Nancy nods her head. "Just don't make them all with the last name Greene," she teases. Annabeth comes out and rings the dinner bell, letting the others know it's time to start coming in.

"I'll help you if you need it, Jer. But… just not with the shooting. If there is anything I can do, please tell me. I … I just can't. I thought I could. But at the raid… all those people… and I know we did what we had to, but… as bad as those people were, I know that there are children out there that loved them, that will never see their moms or dads come home again. And I can't live with myself knowing that I did that."

*

Nancy gets another hug. A tight one from Brother Wolf. "I understand. I do, Nan. And if there is anything at all, I'll let you know. But you're gonna have your hands full, I think." Jericho smiles rather gently again. Not everyone is cut out to be a soldier and that's no weakness. If everyone were a warrior, after all, there'd be no need for people like him.

"It's just as well. I don't know if you'd think so well of Brother Wolf if you saw what this is probably gonna entail."

*

Nancy hugs her Brother Wolf tightly back. "Hey… don't say that. I don't think any less of you for being able to do what I can't. If not for you, my mom and I, and a whole lot of others would be dead. I will never think less of you. Even if your choice of pets is just totally bizarre. You couldn't have gotten yourself a goldfish?"

*

"K'nert?" There's a brief flicker of shadow nearby at the name that quickly passes. Jericho mentioned, off handedly on the drive over, that K'nert might be more interested in the snack's in the car's trunk than in frightening N-series mutants and possibly getting shot at. Nan still sees a pair of red eyes that quickly vanish.

"I'd say he's harmless but we both know that's not true. Still, he's been handy. And he lets me get into Limbo for some things I need. Oh! That reminds me. First, Nan, I think we need to think a bit harder about who we trust to do some soul transfer. I don't know, maybe I'd hit the vodka too hard that night, but it seems to me I might actually want to know the guy who is going to do that. I was thinking actually of maybe bringing it up with Ange. See if he doesn't try to strangle me for suggesting it."

Jeri shakes his head. What had he been thinking. "Secondly, you're friends with Illyana, right? I mean, good friends? Can you do me a favor for her?"

*

Nancy notices the brief flash of the demon cat and gives an angry glare to the now empty corner. "I don't care who is yer mistress, cat. You stay away from my people. I will shoot you myself with holy water doused bullets." Apparently demon cats do not fall into the no violence rules.

"Yeah, that guy… just a little weird. And yeah, Ange would know about souls. Probably lots." She starts to chuckle as Jer asks her to do Illyana a favour. "What does she need?"

*

"He's said a couple of odd things about mine once or twice." Jericho murmurs, with a frown, remember the conversation in which Illyana popped by because K'nert thought the Seraph might 'steal' him.

"In any case, can you plant a sapling for her? I'm seeing some more green in Limbo and I want to try… well, look, this whole magic thing is weird to me, but intent and effort put into something seem to matter almost as much as what you're actually doing. I want to see if I can get some of her friends to plant some trees for her. Take care of them, sort of as an act of friendship. Then I want to try to transplant that friendship to Limbo. Does… that make any sense?"

*

Nancy smiles brightly as the idea is explained to her. "I think that is a marvelous idea. Maybe a nice fruit tree. Don't know how much of a green thumb I have, but I can absolutely try."

*

"Good. And if you know any others who might be close enough for her to try, I wouldn't mind if you spread the idea around. I'll come back in maybe two or three months for them?" Jeri glances in to the door of the house. "Mean time, something smells good. Maybe we should take some dinner and just… you know…" The hacker smiles a bit. "Catch up a little?"


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