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"George?"
George turned to the voice. Right she was in therapy with...em? George wasn't very sure when they started seeing em but she knew that it must of been for a while now. She remembered Katie and Haydon always nagging them to start therapy.
"Katie and Haydon? They are your wife and little brother correct." Em said in her usual monotone voice.
'Guess i was airing my thoughts out loud' George thought to themselves before fully turning to em and studied the women infront of her.
Em was a young ,well put together women tho George was not someone that you could trust to tell when someone was 'young'. Em had very piercing eyes that George could never tell the colour of no matter how hard she tried. Em's hair was also a mystery to George as it was a very dark colour but George swore that in some light it looked navy blue. But Em normally kepted her hair down but out of her face. Em was also a very pale woman and that was George saying that.
George was a pale person themselves but unlike Em, who's face was almost perfect, had freckles splattered across there face as well as the large scar that went from there right eyebrow, across there noise to her left cheek near her left eye. George did try and cover the scar a bit with the long piece of there brown hair that fell over there noise.
George flexed there robotic hand to to relieve some of the pressure she could feel where the robotic lim met there shoulder. 'I'm gonna need to get that checked out soon.' George thought to themselves before shaking there head. Right therapy. Focus. Answer question before she thinks your crazy.
"Yes Katie is my wife. Haydon is one of my brother's." George replied to the question trying and failing to make Em believe they didn't 100% just wonder off in her thoughts.
"How old are you again George? You don't really look old enough to be married yet." Em said rightfully so.
George got this alot when mentioning Katie. It wasn’t George's fault they became immortal at 15.
'Probably older than you are.' George thought to themselves. Luckily for George this time they did not air there thoughts out loud.
"I'm old enough." George replied snippy.
"So it was under the pressure of your wife and one of your brothers to get therapy? It was my understanding that you live with all of your friends and siblings, yes?" Em asked
"Yes that is correct I live with all of my younger siblings and my friends." George replied to the question quickly as she had a feeling to what the next question would be.
"And have you been trying to do what we talked about last time? Talking to them more with what you are thinking and feeling?" Em asked already knowing the answer before the question left her lips.
"I talk to Katie."
"Talk to me about what George?"
George flinched and turned. Ah they where in the kitchen at home...but George thought...
"Nothing Katie." George replied to her wife and took her in.
It was obvious that Katie had been up for a while with the fact that her hair was done and not in her night time bonnet. Katie's black hair was up in a ponytail with the hair in the ponytail in box braids. Katie had a round face that according to her she got from her māma while her nose and facial moles she got from her dad. George always thought that Katie was very lucky that in all there years fighting Katie never got a facial scar but then again at least all George had to deal with was a robotic arm not a robotic torso and spin. Katie had slightly squinted her golden eyes to glare at George like she normally did when she knew George was hiding something from her.
Katie walked towards George.
George knew that Katie was probably about to talk to her about something but all George's brain was focusing on was how they got here. Weren't they in Em's office a minute ago. How and when did they get home? Come to think of it where even was home to George anymore? George use to believe that home died when ther mum died and when the apocalypse started but after a year they thought of home as there barracks from when they first started the army. And then when they where all kicked put George thought it was with there friends but other then Katie and Haydon did George have any friends anymore?
Sure the others still lived under the same roof as George still but when had anyone of them asked George how they where doing or if George was alright. Then again non of them had been alright since the cad-
George stopped that train of thoughts when it came to...them. Non of them talked about that anymore. Not since the apocalypse ended. Not since they killed that man. Not since jas died. Not since... they lost them. Not since they all watched what could of been walk out of there lifes without looking back.
"So how was therapy?" Katie brought George out of there thoughts.
"Same old, same old," George said trying to change the subject," did you manage to get incontact with Jamie today? Do you know when they are coming home?" Katie frowned at the question but took that bait as she signed.
"No i called 7 times today! I even got Jackie and Frank to both call several times today as well but no! Not even a text!" Katie raved.
The 'Jamie' problem had been going on for a month or two now where Jamie just seemed to have stopped picking up calls after the last fight they all had with Jamie. George doesn't really remember what it was about. Probably about...them...again. Normally with Jamie it would be about the...kids.
At this point George didn't remember Jamie face very well. It was sometimes hard to remember Jamie's messy dirty blonde hair that curled in all directions. It was hard to remember how there voice sounded when Jamie would get annoyed and start cursing in Filipino or talking to Katie in It was hard to remember the clang of metal hitting wood when Jamie was walking around the house without shoes on. It was hard to remember how Jamie’s prosthetic metal leg would make them hiss in pain when the ports would rub against their hips. It was hard to remember their smiling face as they would all go to the beach. The house hold hadn't gone to the beach in nearly a year now.
"Did you try and call Luka to see if Jamie ended up at his again?" George asked trying to distracted herself from there thoughts. Katie's head wiped around making the beads at the end of her braids clag together as they moved.
"They better have not gone to OUR son’s place to sulk because they are being a child!"
"So Luka is yours and Katie's son then?" Em asked looking over there note book.
George froze. When had they...what? George disided that answer the question was a better idea to do instead of dealing with there brain finally giving out after millennium.
"Yes. Me and Katie adopted him. But he is over 18 so he disided to move out." George said while silently praying that with there memory finally giving out she doesn't turn out how Catherine did in the early stages.
"Aha. So why is Jamie not living at home?" Em asked
"They do live with us!" George said raising there voice completely pushing any thoughts of how she got there a side.
"Then why are you all calling them?" Em asked raising an eyebrow.
"...we had a fight about... somethings and Jamie left like they normally do but they are probably at either Lukas house or at Millies and the kids pla-"
"Millie?"
"What?" George said stopping mide way through there rant.
"Who is Millie? I have not heard that name?" Em asked.
George fell silent. She hadn’t meant for that name to come out. They hadn’t even thought of the young girl in ages now. She was actually young. Not the pretend young that George and there group were. Millie was young. Too young. But hadn’t George been younger? Hadn’t Hayden? Fuck. Lilly had been too young. But then Millie had never had the peace from before. Had only ever known war. Like the rest of the kids. George didn’t know if it was better or worse that Millie was autistic. Better in the sense she had a hyper fixation on long range rifles that meant that Millie had been a force to reckon with. But worse in the sense that when everything should of ended George had to watch the break down as Millie had cried and screamed at them for nearly abandoning her best friend, her and her group’s friend, her and her family’s brother.
George remembered how Millie had looked the first time they met. Her ginger hair almost red nearly clashing with her tanned skin. Her eyes a very dark green that had started up at George with so much wonder and trust. Millie’s lopsided smile always coming out when she was with her friends, her family now, how she always carried her rifle case with her even before becoming a proper soldier. The way Millie always had a distinct smell of cigarettes on her caused by her bad habits. ‘She’s been smoking since we were 13’ George had once been told one night by ch- by him.
“Millie is no one.” George finally said after a while.
”What the fuck did you say?”
George looked up not even realising that she’d been staring at there lap. George realised that they were at the dinner table… with Katie, Hayden, Lilly, Oscar, Cathrine, Frank and Jackie. Jackie being the one that had spoken looked angered by George’s comments. The others were also staring at George all in different stages of eating. George was quite surprised. This was probably the first time in a while they had sat down and eaten together in a while and they had ruined it with there big mouth.
”Nothing.” George said hurriedly after realising they had yet again spent too long answering a question.
”Listen GI I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you right now and I know that you have problems with there choice, fuck, we all do but I am not gonna let you sit and talk shit about my sister-in-law.” Jackie said with a glare on his almost perfect face.
Jackie’s face had always been perfect. He had porcelain skin with rosey cheeks and lips. His little heart shaped birthmark on his left cheek was the only blemish on his face but that had always made him look pretty. His hair was also nice. He somehow made a black mullet look pretty on him but then again he made having a robotic thigh pretty as well. He even made his stupid nee length shorts look pretty. How George will never know. The only thing that probably made people scared of him was his eyes. Crimson red. They always had his anger face look 10X worse.
Which was the face George was getting now. George scoffed at the sister-in-law comment.
”sister-in-law? I had no idea that Jessica had been over recently and amended what she had said last time we had seen her.” George said with a sneer. It was a low blow. But it was one that George would use. Especially right now.
“You motherfucker!” Jackie said before frank grabbed him to stop him from hitting George.
Frank was more of a normal looking guy than his husband Jackie. His face was cover in freckles and he had tiny scars littering his face from the time he fell face first through a windshield. He had dark brown curly hair that he had normally had at least one braid in but currently held non. George could hear his metal foot scratching against the marble floor which remained them of Jamie. He was also glaring at George with his hazelnut eyes but considering that he was holding back Jackie he probably also agreed with what George had been implying.
Jackie needed to let go of the idea of Jessica. Of the idea of the happy family that he wants. Jessica was never going to accept the idea of Jackie no matter what he did.
Fuck now the thought of Millie was getting the bloody memory train going and snowballing into the rest of those kids. Tho by the end of the war it was hard not to think of one of the girls and not think of the other.
While Millie had more been Jamie’s and while Jackie would claim to the hills and back he knew Jessica the best Jessica had been with George. Jessica had worked with George day-in, day-out and never complained at all. Non of those kids that had worked with George so closely did. Jessica had midnight black hair that covered one eye that had been against regulations. Did that stop the kid? No. Like Jackie she had the same skin town and eye colour. She had been so quiet when George first met her. But she had been so protective of her siblings, Steve and Scarlet and later on the rest of the rag tag family those kids made. She always wanted to prove herself to George. George had always seen in her eyes that Jessica had respected them. George had watched that respect die as George had started chocking her with her prosthetic hand. George watch as Jessica went from seeing them as someone to look up to as someone that disgusted her after George had let go of her neck.
George had remembered how Millie had run over to Jessica when they had dropped her finally. How Millie cradled her face in her hands. How when Jessica had been checking on her sisters face after the end Millie had been right with the little family helping Jessica and the others stich the poor kids face back together as she screamed bloody murder. She had smelled the cigarette smell on Jessica one to many times for it to be obvious what those two where at that point.
Hayden pushing George brought them back to the present. With Jackie being held back by not just Frank now but also Katie and Oscar now as well. Right super strength. George sometimes forgot Jackie was kinda super human. Hayden dragged George out to the hallway hiding them from Jackie’s glare. As George was dragged away they caught Cathrine’s eye. Her cold dead eyes.
”Really dude?” Hayden sighed. Hayden probably wasn’t going to lecture his older sibling. Why would he?
”Hey he was pushing not my fault he took the bait.” George said not really having any bit behind there words. Hayden signed again. “Anyway last time I checked you only liked Katie in the group, surprised you didn’t also get a dig in.” George said examining there brother with a raised eyebrow.
Hayden and George looked nothing alike unlike the rest of George’s siblings. Hayden had curly red hair the went down to his shoulders. Though George and Hayden shared the same father George took more after her mother while Hayden was a perfect blend of his parents. But they both had their father’s green eyes though one of Hayden’s had been replaced with a robotic one. Even before it had been replaced that eye had been a little…odd in Georges opinion. The eye that use to be there had always been fully dialled which had made the eye look black then green. Most people had thought that Hayden’s eyes had been two different colours. Nope. The eye was just sensitive to bright light and gave the boy headaches. George had no idea how but Hayden had once fiddling with his ,at the time, new eye and had made the pupil on fully dialled. According to Hayden he couldn’t figure out how to change it back. George didn’t know if that was a lie or not. Hayden had been so young when his body had been essentially ripped apart that possibly he had just tried to make himself look like how he did before. It was the least he could do. With the addition to the eye Hayden also had a robotic arm and leg. He and lily hold the tiles in the group that have the most mental in them.
Hayden shifted a bit. “I still don’t get on too well with them all but for Christ sakes I’ve had to live with them all now for what? 100? 200 years now. You get use to people in that time frame man”
”So you’re taking his side?” George said in an accusing tone. Hayden turned to his sibling with an annoyed expression on his face.
”Mate I’m not ‘taking sides’ I’m just saying I don’t want either of you to say or do anything to each other that you will probably regret and because everyone in this god damn group is emotionally regressed neither of you will talk about it to each other until the guilt eats both of you up from the inside!” Hayden yelled exasperated… George had forgotten how emotionally intelligent there brother was sometimes.
”So your brother thinks that your household is an emotionally repressed one?” Em asked her voice seemingly coming out of no where making George jump in there seat as they where looking out the window.