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theburntsouffle inquired:

"I'm going to prison."

faceofeleven:

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"What?"

The Planner immediately grasped Lilith’s wrists and started backing up; the game had changed, because this awful officer knew who Lilith was, and he clearly had some sort of vendetta. And if being in love with Lilith taught him one thing, it’s that she tended to attract dangerous people.

"Get out of my house," he snarled. "You attempted a wrongful arrest on my wife, which voids any crimes associated with her resistance and turns that arrest into an assault charge on you. Furthermore, you have no proof to support your claim, and you’re currently standing in a house that doesn’t belong to you and whose owners never gave you permission to enter. The charges are stacking up, officer, so I suggest you get the hell out.”

If he could just make the crooked officer afraid of the consequences, he could keep Lilith safe. The Planner just needed to get him to leave using words: anything physical with a police officer got tricky.

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"Aren’t you tough?" The officer grinned smugly. "Who are they going to believe? The man protecting his whore…I’m sorry, wife? Or the trustworthy officer who witnessed prostitution and indecent exposure, in front of minors no less.”

"I’m not a prostitute. I have never been a prostitute. I don’t even know who you are!" Lilith was frustrated and terrified, and tears were starting to gather in her eyes. "Who are you?

He looked at the Planner, as if he wanted his next words to sink into him rather than her. “Maybe my cock would remind you, Lilith.” His tone was cocky, his eyes slowly moving from the Planner.

"Get out." She said slowly. "Get out before I call a proper cop to come and take you away!"

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"The more I look at you, the more attractive you get."

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          Rory frowned and stood up from his chair. He thought this might be some sort of trick question, but didn’t care enough to figure it out. “Uh, well, it’s really not as if you’re hard on the eyes or anything.”

        “Is that some sort of joke? Sarcasm?” She turned to him. “Look at me. I mean, I normally look fucking amazing, but…I’m like the child of Frankenstein’s monster and his bride! Put some bolts in my neck and there we go. God, have I always been this short?”

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           ❝Still mad at me, then?

            “Yes.”

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          Rory frowned momentarily. After a moment of thought, he shrugged his shoulders. “I can use my credentials to get us into the hospital. We could steal supplies and use them to help the patients, or just steal the supplies in general and use them elsewhere.”

        “I say we steal supplies and use them elsewhere.” She stood, making her way across the room and pausing at a mirror. “How can you bear to look at me?”

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          Rory didn’t normally “make people better” in the way most people would, but Lilith seemed to be his exception. “D’you want to go out and torment someone? I could pick us up some lighter fluid.”

        Lilith smiled softly at that. “I would love that.” She paused, grimacing. “Except maybe something else. Lighter fluid implies fire and I…something else.”

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          “—Does my presence bother you?”

        “No.” She sighed. “Not at all. I just…I’m not in the greatest mood. Make it better, Rory.”

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          “What, I can’t just stare at you while you sleep without it being creepy?”

        “Yeah, no, it comes off a bit wrong. Is that it or did you actually need something?”

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theburntsouffle inquired:

"I'm going to prison."

faceofeleven:

faceofeleven:

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"What?"

"No, no. Of course I believe you. Well, I’m trying to believe you. It’s just so extraordinary, so bloody hard to believe!"

He jumped to attention when the knock rang through the house like a church bell at a funeral. “Don’t be so quick to give up. We can find a way out.”

The Planner walked between the officer and Lilith (partly to allow her some dignity—she was half-naked, after all) and set his jaw. “Excuse me, sir, but would you mind telling me why you so rudely broke into my home?”

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Lilith hugged herself to the Planner’s back, wrapping her arms around his waist as if that would save her from the seemingly cruel police man.

"It’s my right as an officer when I know there’s a criminal in your home." He looked around him at Lilith. "Sir, do you understand the crimes that this woman has committed? Resisting arrest being one of them."

"You had no right to arrest me in the first place! You are the most unprofessional police officer I’ve ever met." She growled. "I told you, I’m not a bloody prostitute!"

"Maybe not anymore." The officer looked like he was going to crack a smile at any moment. "You remember me, don’t you, Lilith?”

theburntsouffle inquired:

"I'm going to prison."

faceofeleven:

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"What?"

The Planner’s jaw dropped. “A school? By the universe, I don’t think I could get into that much trouble myself.”

At first, he thought she’d just come up with a crazy story to avoid the truth. She did that sometimes. But this story was just too crazy to be a lie. How the hell could one woman manage all of this?

"To recap: a bobby tries to arrest you on suspicion of prostitution, so you run away and get your skirt torn off in the process, and when you need to hide, you end up right in the middle of secondary school recess. Oh, and the police might knock on our door any minute."

He let out a low whistle. “Quite the heap of trouble.”

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"That’s about everything. I got catcalled by a group of year twelve boys then I ran home." She sighed. "You don’t actually believe me, do you? I’m not covering up, like…a drug deal or something, I swear."

She looked up as there was a knock on the door. “Well, this is it. I’ll see you and the kids in a few months, I guess.”

Before she could answer the door, it opened up and the police officer walked in.