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Two-Point-Four Children
by Gunner Bjorgen Sat May 21, 2011 3:05 am
If, six months ago, anyone had turned around to Dr. Gunner Bjorgen and told him that he would soon be moving to a remote island off the pacific coast, with two daughters and a partner, Gunner likely would have remanded them to the nearest psychotics ward. To say that his life had changed drastically in a very short window of time was an understatement, and no doubt about it. And he hoped that it had changed for the better. It certainly looked as if it had changed for the better. It seemed that way. It couldn't have gotten any worse, surely. He'd been scraping the bottom of the barrel since the day the miserable old scrote -his father- had finally kicked the bucket. he couldn't see it at the time, because he was too far in it, but that event had been the catalyst for almost everything that had gone wrong since. Misfortune had dogged his steps day and night, and gunner couldn't help but assume it must have been his fault. No-one suffered that sort of string of bad luck without either designing it or causing it. It simply wasn't plausible. But now, though he felt responsible for many things, he could at least look back over the ominous stretch of ocean between he and the united states, and honestly say that all of that was behind him now. Literally.
The most unlikely family had arrived early that morning. The flight had not been near as tiring and strenuous for them perhaps, since Bjorgen had adamantly insisted that the GR Biotech big-wigs place he, Galina, Fred and Eleanor in the first class section of the plane, but it was still tiring. Bjorgen, in particular, had slept very little since the Hadleys had passed away. There had simply been too much to do, and too much on his mind, and he'd been in such a state of constant motion that he'd been hard to keep up with much of the time. It was a wonder he'd managed it all without a powdered white pick-me-up, but he simply hadn't allowed himself to sit down and rest, and risk dozing off. A steady stream of coffee and work had kept him strangely alert, in that I've been awake for days, tripped out sort of fashion at least. And when the wolves had finally shown up at the door, Gunner Bjorgen had been standing there, proud as a peacock. Immovable. With a confident, squared stance he'd informed them that all of the school's paperwork had unfortunately gone missing, and that he apologised for the inconvenience, and he'd managed not to smile at their flustered expressions and the accusation in their eyes. They had nothing. All of the work, all of the research. Gone. Well, mostly gone. How were they to know that vestiges of it remained in locations undisclosed? Such as Bjorgen's old laptop computer, for instance. Naturally, given the fact that GR Biotech was thus working blind, Dr. Gunner Bjorgen would prove indispensable to them. And he could continue the research.
When everyone had arrived to the island, Bjorgen had ushered his flock of women to the house they would be occupying. It was strange to him, to have a house full of people. It was strange to him to have anyone in the house at all, actually, save for his dog. But there they were, and it would be a lie if Bjorgen were to say he felt no nervousness about this change in situation. He predicted skirmishes at the very least. Winifred, undoubtedly, would not take well to Eleanor. Eventually, it would come up, but the flight and the trip by boat had been blissfully quiet. And by the time they got 'home', they had all been tired enough to retire to their rooms for a few hours during the morning. Bjorgen wasn't sure if the girls had slept, though he watched Eleanor do so for a few moments after he'd woken up before all of them. Afterwards, he'd taken his leave of the house, to walk with Sigmund down to the coast. Typically, it had begun to rain while he was down at the beach, and he looked tired, soaked and ragged by the time he sauntered back and let himself in through the front door.
The Bjorgen household, it seemed, was awake by then. Gunner shook the cold and dreary rain from his blazer as he peeled it off, and slicked a hand back through his hair to do the same to it. Sigmund was relegated to the cloakroom off of the front porch until such a time as he stopped shaking rain water everywhere, and... the household was complete. It was at once a strangely comforting idea, and completely terrifying. He smiled tiredly at those present in the living room, attempting reassurance with a skill that was ever finely honed. Everything is totally normal. Look how normal we all are. So normal.
"Have you all eaten yet?" The blazer was hung on the coat rack attached to the wall by the front door. He addressed the room at large, feeling quite awkward in doing so, but trying not to show it much. "I was thinking we could visit the diner for lunch since we don't have anything in yet. ...Or I could cook something. We could go to the store. Whatever you want." Dear god, Gunner Bjorgen, do not fuck this up like everything else in your life. He smiled again and approached the little group of bleary-eyed travelers, hands in pockets. Casual. As casual as he could be. But he didn't doubt the adult in the room might recognize the awkwardness at the corners of his eyes. Gunner Bjorgen never thought that he'd be a family man. And now that he was, he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
The most unlikely family had arrived early that morning. The flight had not been near as tiring and strenuous for them perhaps, since Bjorgen had adamantly insisted that the GR Biotech big-wigs place he, Galina, Fred and Eleanor in the first class section of the plane, but it was still tiring. Bjorgen, in particular, had slept very little since the Hadleys had passed away. There had simply been too much to do, and too much on his mind, and he'd been in such a state of constant motion that he'd been hard to keep up with much of the time. It was a wonder he'd managed it all without a powdered white pick-me-up, but he simply hadn't allowed himself to sit down and rest, and risk dozing off. A steady stream of coffee and work had kept him strangely alert, in that I've been awake for days, tripped out sort of fashion at least. And when the wolves had finally shown up at the door, Gunner Bjorgen had been standing there, proud as a peacock. Immovable. With a confident, squared stance he'd informed them that all of the school's paperwork had unfortunately gone missing, and that he apologised for the inconvenience, and he'd managed not to smile at their flustered expressions and the accusation in their eyes. They had nothing. All of the work, all of the research. Gone. Well, mostly gone. How were they to know that vestiges of it remained in locations undisclosed? Such as Bjorgen's old laptop computer, for instance. Naturally, given the fact that GR Biotech was thus working blind, Dr. Gunner Bjorgen would prove indispensable to them. And he could continue the research.
When everyone had arrived to the island, Bjorgen had ushered his flock of women to the house they would be occupying. It was strange to him, to have a house full of people. It was strange to him to have anyone in the house at all, actually, save for his dog. But there they were, and it would be a lie if Bjorgen were to say he felt no nervousness about this change in situation. He predicted skirmishes at the very least. Winifred, undoubtedly, would not take well to Eleanor. Eventually, it would come up, but the flight and the trip by boat had been blissfully quiet. And by the time they got 'home', they had all been tired enough to retire to their rooms for a few hours during the morning. Bjorgen wasn't sure if the girls had slept, though he watched Eleanor do so for a few moments after he'd woken up before all of them. Afterwards, he'd taken his leave of the house, to walk with Sigmund down to the coast. Typically, it had begun to rain while he was down at the beach, and he looked tired, soaked and ragged by the time he sauntered back and let himself in through the front door.
The Bjorgen household, it seemed, was awake by then. Gunner shook the cold and dreary rain from his blazer as he peeled it off, and slicked a hand back through his hair to do the same to it. Sigmund was relegated to the cloakroom off of the front porch until such a time as he stopped shaking rain water everywhere, and... the household was complete. It was at once a strangely comforting idea, and completely terrifying. He smiled tiredly at those present in the living room, attempting reassurance with a skill that was ever finely honed. Everything is totally normal. Look how normal we all are. So normal.
"Have you all eaten yet?" The blazer was hung on the coat rack attached to the wall by the front door. He addressed the room at large, feeling quite awkward in doing so, but trying not to show it much. "I was thinking we could visit the diner for lunch since we don't have anything in yet. ...Or I could cook something. We could go to the store. Whatever you want." Dear god, Gunner Bjorgen, do not fuck this up like everything else in your life. He smiled again and approached the little group of bleary-eyed travelers, hands in pockets. Casual. As casual as he could be. But he didn't doubt the adult in the room might recognize the awkwardness at the corners of his eyes. Gunner Bjorgen never thought that he'd be a family man. And now that he was, he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
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Re: Two-Point-Four Children
by Guest Mon May 23, 2011 4:23 pm
Life had been turned not only upside down but also inside out. Things that normally changed at a snail’s pace while in Hadley were going faster than the speed of light in an instant. It all started when she was spirited away from her dorm room, given little chance to pack bags or gather belongings. Her father had swooped in like a white knight (along with his new girlfriend) and gathered not only Fred but another girl as well.
Galina had seemed, to Fred at least, to cling to Gunner. She grabbed his hand and hung on for dear life. Fred, in an extremely unusual move, kept quiet about everything. She only really fussed about the time she was given to gather her things. Luckily though, she had come to Hadley with very little material possessions. Bags were gathered up in the darkness of the morning and they were deposited back at Hadley Village with Ellie while the sun rose.
There were no questions asked. Not yet, anyway. Those things could wait or would be revealed in time. The stress that rolled off of the adults was almost tangible. Fred could almost taste it. But she didn’t have to wait long. Soon, she heard the voice of the Headmistress over the PA system. Her eyes took in a lot, more than most people her age and she processed the information enough to connect almost all of the dots.
When they were shuffled to the plane, once Fred watched her father put his foot down, Fred finally smiled. When Galina reached for Gunner’s hand as they boarded, Fred took her other with a smile. They were going to become free. She just knew it. Papers were filled out on the plane and her suspicions were confirmed. It was true, they were free.
The long flight had taken a lot out of Fred and so she climbed to her room. When Galina had followed her, not with a destination of her own personal space, Fred wrapped her arm around the girl and let her crawl into the bed that had been made for one. Sleeping less than peacefully but definitely restfully, Fred awoke with a slight headache and a mess of hair in her face.
Prodding her bed partner in the hip, Fred grinned when Galina opened her eyes. After a brief conversation, a hairbrush was retrieved from a box and a few hair ties with it. Then, hand in hand they went down the stairs. Thinking they were the first up, at first, Fred was quiet. But soon, the silence grew deafening and the motion of the brush through Galina’s hair was entirely too soothing.
“Let’s play some tunes! I’m going to introduce you to some good shit!”
Lucky for Fred, she remembered to pack up her CDs and into the CD player went a Placebo album. And up went the volume. Not too loud but not at all quiet. With a grin and a wink, Fred plopped herself behind the girl that was at once older and younger than her. As Galina sat on the floor, Fred brushed and plaited her hair over and over. She even continued to do so when Ellie arrived in the living room.
Soon thereafter, Gunner Bjorgen, father of two, came through the door and out of the rain. His question was simple but his awkwardness was lost on Fred. Her stomach rumbled in response to the thought of food.
“Diner is my vote. What about you, Gilly Girl,” she asked while tugging gently at the braid in Galina’s hair. Bjorgen’s biological purposely did not look at Ellie and she didn’t really care about the woman’s opinion. Ellie hadn’t earned her trust... Not yet and maybe never.
Galina had seemed, to Fred at least, to cling to Gunner. She grabbed his hand and hung on for dear life. Fred, in an extremely unusual move, kept quiet about everything. She only really fussed about the time she was given to gather her things. Luckily though, she had come to Hadley with very little material possessions. Bags were gathered up in the darkness of the morning and they were deposited back at Hadley Village with Ellie while the sun rose.
There were no questions asked. Not yet, anyway. Those things could wait or would be revealed in time. The stress that rolled off of the adults was almost tangible. Fred could almost taste it. But she didn’t have to wait long. Soon, she heard the voice of the Headmistress over the PA system. Her eyes took in a lot, more than most people her age and she processed the information enough to connect almost all of the dots.
When they were shuffled to the plane, once Fred watched her father put his foot down, Fred finally smiled. When Galina reached for Gunner’s hand as they boarded, Fred took her other with a smile. They were going to become free. She just knew it. Papers were filled out on the plane and her suspicions were confirmed. It was true, they were free.
The long flight had taken a lot out of Fred and so she climbed to her room. When Galina had followed her, not with a destination of her own personal space, Fred wrapped her arm around the girl and let her crawl into the bed that had been made for one. Sleeping less than peacefully but definitely restfully, Fred awoke with a slight headache and a mess of hair in her face.
Prodding her bed partner in the hip, Fred grinned when Galina opened her eyes. After a brief conversation, a hairbrush was retrieved from a box and a few hair ties with it. Then, hand in hand they went down the stairs. Thinking they were the first up, at first, Fred was quiet. But soon, the silence grew deafening and the motion of the brush through Galina’s hair was entirely too soothing.
“Let’s play some tunes! I’m going to introduce you to some good shit!”
Lucky for Fred, she remembered to pack up her CDs and into the CD player went a Placebo album. And up went the volume. Not too loud but not at all quiet. With a grin and a wink, Fred plopped herself behind the girl that was at once older and younger than her. As Galina sat on the floor, Fred brushed and plaited her hair over and over. She even continued to do so when Ellie arrived in the living room.
Soon thereafter, Gunner Bjorgen, father of two, came through the door and out of the rain. His question was simple but his awkwardness was lost on Fred. Her stomach rumbled in response to the thought of food.
“Diner is my vote. What about you, Gilly Girl,” she asked while tugging gently at the braid in Galina’s hair. Bjorgen’s biological purposely did not look at Ellie and she didn’t really care about the woman’s opinion. Ellie hadn’t earned her trust... Not yet and maybe never.
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Re: Two-Point-Four Children
by Guest Tue May 24, 2011 10:12 am
Galina's mind was still reeling, trying desperately to process the events of the last few days. Everything was different now, even her name had changed, but there was one thing she remained absolutely convinced of. Things were better now, and they were only going to improve as time went by. How could they not? Doctor Bjorgen, the man who'd done so much to help her, the only person she'd thought cared about her, had adopted her. She was Galina Bjorgen now, she had a dad, a real one. he wasn't going to lock her up, to kick her, he'd never do anythign to hurt her. If he'd had any intention of doing things like that, he'd have done them all at hadley, not looked after her the way he had.
the end of hadley was a terrifying time for the tiny girl, but for her, it had started earlier than for the others. She'd known something was wrong ever since she'd been taken away from Hope, and had gone looking for Bjorgen. She'd hurt herself that night, but now, never again. not with a family to care for her. She'd (hopefully) never see the scary woman Bjorgen had taken her to see that night again, and while she'd taken to wearing her kitty hat again to make it harder for her to yank at her own hair, even that wouldn't be permanent, she hoped. The closest she'd come had been on the plane coming over here. The sky was always so big, so scary and empty, and she'd had to go up into it in a small tube. She'd had her family around her though, not just the good doctor, but a girl too. Fred, her new sister.
She hadn't known what to make of the other girl at first, and up until the plane, she'd done her best to ignore her. When the time had come to board though, when Galina was clinging to the doctor's hand, Fred had taken her other. There was no malice in the bigger girl's actions, no force in her grip, and the smile on her face confirmed things for her tiny sister. She was going to be fine, even if she was scared. With two Bjorgen's, she couldn't be safer, not to mention with the other woman the doctor was with. Galina had taken to calling Ellie Mom just as quickly as she had to calling Bjorgen Dad, and while she'd spent most of the flight huddled up in her seat, wide awake, she'd slept most of the way to the island. She was safe with her new family.
Fred had turned out to be even nicer than she'd thought, letting her share a bed just like Hope had, She knew that eventually she'd have to stop doing that, but for her first night in a new home, with a new name and a new family, she thought she'd get away with it. She probably had a better night than Fred too, when the other girl poked her in the morning, she was already awake, just happy to lay where she was. Turning to her sister, she grinned and giggled. In the conversation that followed, she probably said more than she ever had to anyone besides the doctor and Hope, but what was wrong with that? Fred was family, and this family at least, she could trust.
As it turned out, Galina loved having her hair done. It wasn't something anyone had really done before, prior to hadley there was no-one to do it, and while she was there, she'd spent half her time waiting for it to grow back. She'd smiled all the way down the stairs, and once she'd settled down on the floor in front of her sister, that smile only grew. Who'd have thought having someone play with her hair like this would feel so nice? She hadn't even let hope do this properly before, even once her hair had got long enough, she'd have to try that the next time she saw the little elf. Unlike Fred, she didn't really mind the silence, but she wasn't going to object to music.
"Kay." she replied to Fred's words, but the smile on her face faded away a little as the music got started. Galina hadn't heard anything like it before, and she didn't really like it. Still, Fred did, and the soothing feeling of the brush in her hair more than made up for the noise the CD player was making. Her smile returned as Fred started to plait her hair, and she slowly leaned back against the sofa the other girl sat on. Was this what a family was supposed to be like? This was wonderful. If the other kids at Hadley had families like this, how could any of them have ended up there?
As Ellie entered the room, Galina's eyes opened again, and while she didn't jerk her head, not wanting Fred to stop playing with her hair, she did wave to the woman. "G'morning Mom." she said, her voice quiet, as it usually was. Once the doctor entered though, she did turn to look at him, beaming brightly. "G'morning Dad!" she called to him, louder, and accompanied by a cheery wave. "'M hungry, 's the diner good?" she asked in her usual, rather strange syntax. What was a diner anyway? She didn't really know, but Fred seemed to want to head there. "'m not Gilly. 'M G'lina." she added, looking at her sister and grinning. Somehow, she thought she'd be having that little lighthearted argument quite a lot, and she liked that idea. Family life. Was there anythign better than this?
the end of hadley was a terrifying time for the tiny girl, but for her, it had started earlier than for the others. She'd known something was wrong ever since she'd been taken away from Hope, and had gone looking for Bjorgen. She'd hurt herself that night, but now, never again. not with a family to care for her. She'd (hopefully) never see the scary woman Bjorgen had taken her to see that night again, and while she'd taken to wearing her kitty hat again to make it harder for her to yank at her own hair, even that wouldn't be permanent, she hoped. The closest she'd come had been on the plane coming over here. The sky was always so big, so scary and empty, and she'd had to go up into it in a small tube. She'd had her family around her though, not just the good doctor, but a girl too. Fred, her new sister.
She hadn't known what to make of the other girl at first, and up until the plane, she'd done her best to ignore her. When the time had come to board though, when Galina was clinging to the doctor's hand, Fred had taken her other. There was no malice in the bigger girl's actions, no force in her grip, and the smile on her face confirmed things for her tiny sister. She was going to be fine, even if she was scared. With two Bjorgen's, she couldn't be safer, not to mention with the other woman the doctor was with. Galina had taken to calling Ellie Mom just as quickly as she had to calling Bjorgen Dad, and while she'd spent most of the flight huddled up in her seat, wide awake, she'd slept most of the way to the island. She was safe with her new family.
Fred had turned out to be even nicer than she'd thought, letting her share a bed just like Hope had, She knew that eventually she'd have to stop doing that, but for her first night in a new home, with a new name and a new family, she thought she'd get away with it. She probably had a better night than Fred too, when the other girl poked her in the morning, she was already awake, just happy to lay where she was. Turning to her sister, she grinned and giggled. In the conversation that followed, she probably said more than she ever had to anyone besides the doctor and Hope, but what was wrong with that? Fred was family, and this family at least, she could trust.
As it turned out, Galina loved having her hair done. It wasn't something anyone had really done before, prior to hadley there was no-one to do it, and while she was there, she'd spent half her time waiting for it to grow back. She'd smiled all the way down the stairs, and once she'd settled down on the floor in front of her sister, that smile only grew. Who'd have thought having someone play with her hair like this would feel so nice? She hadn't even let hope do this properly before, even once her hair had got long enough, she'd have to try that the next time she saw the little elf. Unlike Fred, she didn't really mind the silence, but she wasn't going to object to music.
"Kay." she replied to Fred's words, but the smile on her face faded away a little as the music got started. Galina hadn't heard anything like it before, and she didn't really like it. Still, Fred did, and the soothing feeling of the brush in her hair more than made up for the noise the CD player was making. Her smile returned as Fred started to plait her hair, and she slowly leaned back against the sofa the other girl sat on. Was this what a family was supposed to be like? This was wonderful. If the other kids at Hadley had families like this, how could any of them have ended up there?
As Ellie entered the room, Galina's eyes opened again, and while she didn't jerk her head, not wanting Fred to stop playing with her hair, she did wave to the woman. "G'morning Mom." she said, her voice quiet, as it usually was. Once the doctor entered though, she did turn to look at him, beaming brightly. "G'morning Dad!" she called to him, louder, and accompanied by a cheery wave. "'M hungry, 's the diner good?" she asked in her usual, rather strange syntax. What was a diner anyway? She didn't really know, but Fred seemed to want to head there. "'m not Gilly. 'M G'lina." she added, looking at her sister and grinning. Somehow, she thought she'd be having that little lighthearted argument quite a lot, and she liked that idea. Family life. Was there anythign better than this?
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Re: Two-Point-Four Children
by Guest Mon May 30, 2011 9:14 am
To say that her months at Hadley had been eventful would be quite the understatement. When Eleanor sat down to fill out her application for employment, looking to start a new life in upstate New York, she never once truly believed that things would change so much. She hoped, but she knew better than to convince herself that she would find everything she wanted at a school for troubled youth. Hadley would be a stepping stone to something more with any luck but she wouldn’t sell herself on everything changing so quickly. It would get her away from Chicago and allow her to rediscover herself, to work on what needed to be worked on. Then she could really look to find a new life. And yet life seemed to have something else in mind for her. Somehow Eleanor had been both right and wrong at the same time and as she was finally able to settle down it began to properly sink in. Time had been in a strange vortex since her first day and it didn’t even occur to her that it had only been a few short months since she moved into that little apartment. The old life she’d been running from seemed like nothing anymore. There was no need to continuously look back and think on how things could have been. She had a future that was worth looking toward now, one with two girls and a man that she’d grown to care deeply for in such a short amount of time. Did things like this really happen? Sometimes Eleanor felt like she was reading a book and skipping chapters to find out what happened next.
Hadley had thrown so much at Eleanor that it still blew her mind when she stepped back to think about it. She’d met a wonderful man and had somehow gotten past a majority of the issues that kept her from moving on before. Maybe those issues stuck around so she wouldn’t move on before it was time. After all, she left Chicago because she couldn’t let go. What if she had been able to? She wouldn’t have looked to move to the remote facility in New York, never would have met Gunner. Everything happens for a reason.
It wasn’t until she settled down to sleep in their new home that Eleanor was able to breathe easy and actually believe herself when she said everything would be okay. It seemed like she’d had that phrase on a loop for the last…however long it had been. But each time she said it she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe it. She had no idea if it would all be okay. Since the night Gunner woke her and told her to take care of Galina and Fred she’d just gone along with whatever he told her, not questioning anything. She knew that the Hadleys’ deaths meant trouble for all involved and the last thing Gunner needed was her underfoot asking questions that weren’t really important at the moment. If any of this got out they’d all end up behind bars. There also seemed to be worry about which company was coming in to take control. However, she didn’t have all the details. Whatever she needed to know he would tell her and that was how it had been. When he said pack, she packed. When he said get on a plane, she got on the plane. They were relocating to an island off the coast of Oregon to another facility owned by one of the companies that had been funding and testing at Hadley. GR Biotech had won and that seemed to be the better alternative judging by the reactions of the rest of the staff.
Now it was time to start over once again but she wasn’t moving into a lonely apartment this time. She’d moved in with Gunner and his two girls and…it felt like a family. Galina had taken to her rather quickly but she knew it would be much harder for Fred. She was Gunner’s biological daughter and having to live with daddy’s new girlfriend was probably putting her off. However, Eleanor had done everything she could to not be offensive around Fred. She did want the other girl to like her but it would take time and Eleanor was willing to wait.
Eleanor had come downstairs not terribly long after Gunner had left and put on the coffee pot, needing the pick me up but feeling more refreshed than she had since the crazy had started. Noting that Sigmund was gone, she knew where he went and that he’d be back soon. The girls had woken up sometime after that but she’d kept to herself until Gunner came home and The Bjorgens were now standing around deciding what to do about eating. “Good Morning Galina. Good morning Fred.” She spoke to the other girl despite not being acknowledged and she moved to stand near Gunner, his awkwardness not at all lost on him. “Well, it seems like the diner has the popular vote then. I’m all for it.”
Hadley had thrown so much at Eleanor that it still blew her mind when she stepped back to think about it. She’d met a wonderful man and had somehow gotten past a majority of the issues that kept her from moving on before. Maybe those issues stuck around so she wouldn’t move on before it was time. After all, she left Chicago because she couldn’t let go. What if she had been able to? She wouldn’t have looked to move to the remote facility in New York, never would have met Gunner. Everything happens for a reason.
It wasn’t until she settled down to sleep in their new home that Eleanor was able to breathe easy and actually believe herself when she said everything would be okay. It seemed like she’d had that phrase on a loop for the last…however long it had been. But each time she said it she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe it. She had no idea if it would all be okay. Since the night Gunner woke her and told her to take care of Galina and Fred she’d just gone along with whatever he told her, not questioning anything. She knew that the Hadleys’ deaths meant trouble for all involved and the last thing Gunner needed was her underfoot asking questions that weren’t really important at the moment. If any of this got out they’d all end up behind bars. There also seemed to be worry about which company was coming in to take control. However, she didn’t have all the details. Whatever she needed to know he would tell her and that was how it had been. When he said pack, she packed. When he said get on a plane, she got on the plane. They were relocating to an island off the coast of Oregon to another facility owned by one of the companies that had been funding and testing at Hadley. GR Biotech had won and that seemed to be the better alternative judging by the reactions of the rest of the staff.
Now it was time to start over once again but she wasn’t moving into a lonely apartment this time. She’d moved in with Gunner and his two girls and…it felt like a family. Galina had taken to her rather quickly but she knew it would be much harder for Fred. She was Gunner’s biological daughter and having to live with daddy’s new girlfriend was probably putting her off. However, Eleanor had done everything she could to not be offensive around Fred. She did want the other girl to like her but it would take time and Eleanor was willing to wait.
Eleanor had come downstairs not terribly long after Gunner had left and put on the coffee pot, needing the pick me up but feeling more refreshed than she had since the crazy had started. Noting that Sigmund was gone, she knew where he went and that he’d be back soon. The girls had woken up sometime after that but she’d kept to herself until Gunner came home and The Bjorgens were now standing around deciding what to do about eating. “Good Morning Galina. Good morning Fred.” She spoke to the other girl despite not being acknowledged and she moved to stand near Gunner, his awkwardness not at all lost on him. “Well, it seems like the diner has the popular vote then. I’m all for it.”
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