{ 𝕒 } comorbidity

[theminotaur]

WHO: Abigail Hobbs + people
WHERE: In and around the Graham-Ludgate home; later Hook, Line & Tinker
WHEN: June 3rd and onward
WHAT: Prodigal daughter returns
WARNINGS: None

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[ when abigail awakes in cape canaveral, she isn't incredibly upset. she's not home and home, bleeding out on the floor, would be deeply upsetting. she listens to the briefing this time, nodding and attempting to tuck her file in her back pocket before she realizes she was ported out and back in her pajamas. again. sigh. shoved outside into the real world, she smooths her hair down, tucking it behind her ear and adjusts her shorts and tee shirt. as much as she doesn't want to take public transportation when she is barefoot, she also doesn't want to walk so she catches the shuttle from the base to heropa.

if anyone stares at the pajama clad teenager on the bus, she doesn't notice, flipping through her communicator and sighing in relief and a little upset as she finds people she recognizes. will, april, mary, kate. dr chilton and john. teresa, grey. no freddie, which reminds abigail in a rush of one of her last memories, but no hannibal, no dr gideon. maybe that's her price.

she walks the rest of the way to the house, navigating mostly on muscle memory, before she pushes the door open without knocking, reaching up to pet the first raccoon who dangles down from his catwalk and tries to eat her hair. ]

Will? April? It's me.

[ baby's home.

later and the next day (and the day after, and the day after, and the day after, you see the pattern), a new feature can be found in the front yard of will and april's house, followed around by a fluffy cat and a couple of raccoons as she digs in the yard to finish the planting she promised to do months and months ago.

later still she winds up at the bait shop, nose wrinkled with how stuff has been moved around and sets about moving it back to where she had it. ]

Comments

[aggressiveapathy]

[ And the three month rule lived on. April briefly considered ducking into Abby's room to make it look slightly less shrine like, then just mentally shrugged and decided to skip it. If she was going to get weirded out by Will's coping with her vanishing, she should learn to vanish less. As it was, April handed off one of the folders she had spread across the coffee table (work. and home. she would never live that fact getting out) to the nearest raccoon to put back in her work bag as she made her way over to the sound of the other girl's voice.

No need to be a drama queen over something as simple as a port-in. She'd leave that one to the other half of the house.]

Month long slumber party?

4 June

[kinesia]

[ She's been back a day already by the time Grey sees her. In fairness, he has a good excuse; he's been unconscious for more than the last day, thanks to the Pestilence virus. Grey doesn't understand that, doesn't know what hurt him or why it made him see the things he did. But on waking up, all he wants to do is see Will and April. He makes his way to their house.

And finds someone unbelievable in the garden.

Given what he's just seen - or at least, all the things he thought he was seeing - he doesn't quite believe it at first. It's with little ceremony that he runs into the garden, and reaches for Abigail's arms. He needs to make sure she's real, that's the important thing. His eyes are a little wide, and his expression disbelieving. He's half expecting her to be another illusion. She's proof that he's still asleep, isn't she? She has to be. That's why she's here, standing in the garden that he and Will had spent so long working on in her absence. She's exactly where he kept imagining she would be.

She can't be real. ]

june 5?

[infomodder]

[Will genuinely enjoys getting his hands dirty, too. He'd be out in the yard with Abigail and Ziggy and some of the raccoons if not for the fact that he's popped back inside to get them all something to drink. Will being Will, he doesn't opt for water or lemonade, but sweet tea instead. Fortunately, his isn't made to be, essentially, iced syrup, more sugar than liquid. It's sweet, of course, but there's a nice balance to prevent it from becoming too sweet or capable of, like, fixing cracks in the sidewalk that then call ants and bees and all manner of animals to it a few hours later.

He puts a large soup bowel filled with water out on the porch for the animals (learn to share or else) before he crosses to her, extending one glass out while he clutches his own. This is a gift given freely, regardless of her answer to the question he poses.]

You feel up to talking about something less than pleasant for a little bit?

[She can say no and he won't take her drink away. Or throw it in her face. Or slash her throat open, none of that is going to happen. But hopefully she can be assured this discussion is not about Hannibal Lecter. If it was, Will would say that much outright. They'd gotten to be rather open with each other about him by the time he woke up to find Abigail gone, why go back on what progress was made?]

/some time after will's text!

[sizetwelve]

[ It isn't as if Will and April's house is very far from her own, so Mary takes the opportunity to walk (really ought to try to trade those two vespas in for a decent car). The walk could go much more swiftly in certain forms, but she isn't in a hurry. There's time to plan out many possible paths, of the proverbial sort rather than literal, she might be soon taking with Abigail. The chat with John, albeit it likely hadn't seemed so to him, had helped her prioritize a bit.

The girl is far too deeply entrenched in Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter's stories to be treated as an innocent, but that's also not news to her. The only real change is what Will knows about Mary. Abigail was gone by the time Mary opted to wear the skin of Freddie Lounds, turning an April Fool's joke into a black comedy that had forced her out of the audience and onto the stage.

It was her choice not to leave after that, but why would she? Too much now bound them, more than Abigail herself had known before leaving; more than mere knowledge or even maternal desires. She had shared their memories. She had dreamed of (as) Abigail just before she had returned to Heropa. There were many reasons to keep Frederick in the dark, but far more to keep Abigail away from it.

Mary doesn't approach the front door to knock when arriving, aware that Gunther would likely be the first to announce someone's presence (if not for any of the other furry rascals, as she usually carries treats for them all). Though there's never anything against seeing April or Will, today she doesn't think to need any type of buffer, stopping just on the other side of the dogwood tree in the yard and sending a text Abigail's way. Something simple.

There's a prize in it for you if you can get ready and come outside within three minutes.

Spy training does need to start early. A lot of time to make up for. ]