Searching for answers [OPEN]

[morethan084]

WHO: Skye and YOU
WHERE: Around Heropa, Residence #031, and local diner.
WHEN: December 7th-12th
WHAT: Skye is trying to get answers as to what happened in downtown Heropa via witnesses and her own totally illegal research.
WARNINGS: Cursing

Of course things could never go right in her life, but this was a whole new level of fucked up. Her powers had been switched with Jesse's, and while she seemed to have gotten the easier to manage powers, Skye had to deal with the fact that Jesse needed her help in order to try and control hers.

So between helping Jesse, and searching for answers it left Skye with little time to sleep. Which, apparently, wasn't needed anyway thanks to one of Jesse's powers. Although it would've certainly been a lot easier without having that constant buzzing sensation running through her powers.

It wouldn't be hard to find Skye, she was all over town this entire week. Searching for answers, asking witnesses, searching on a computer she managed to swipe. Sometimes she was at her house, but quite a lot of the time she could be found at the local diner, sitting in a corner while sipping on an endless supply of coffee and researching on the laptop.

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[hostage]

"No, he didn't."

Jesse says it as much to confirm it for himself as he does for her. He has to believe it's not true. It has to be a move, a manipulation on Walt's part. Because if it is the truth, then Jesse's world will be in ruins - figuratively and literally.

"Brock was poisoned, but it was an accident. I thought it was ricin, but it was - it was lily of the valley. Little kids just eat that stuff on their own. The berries... Just an accident." Just an accident. Just an accident. Just an accident.

He looks at Skye, going sallow and trembling as he clarifies, "It was all in my head. It was just me being paranoid, getting all psycho. He's my best friend and I almost killed him because of it."

Jesse takes a deep breath. "And now he's trying to get me to go through with it."

[morethan084]

"Oh my god." Skye could only imagine how terrifying that had to be, to almost lose their child like that.

"You had to have a reason for thinking he did that." It was a poor attempt at trying to reassure him that it wasn't paranoia. Usually someone's instinct wasn't wrong.

Wait, did she just hear that right?

"He wants you to kill him? Why?"

[hostage]

Jesse shakes his head at her attempted reassurance. He knows himself too well, knows his own instability. She was absolutely correct when she called him psychotic. Even in a situation as terrifying as that, his first reaction should not have been murder. He's always wrong about these things, and he was wrong in that assumption, too. Of course he was.

"He wants to die," Jesse replies quietly, "but he's too much of a pussy to kill himself. He's trying to get me to do it. He keeps pushing me, and I don't..."

His voice breaks and he looks away from Skye, squeezing his eyes shut. His hands curl into fists.

"I don't know if I can control myself much longer. I hate him. I hate him so much. But I don't think I can live with myself if I kill him. All these games he's playing with me, but I still..."

[morethan084]

Didn't he just call him his best friend? Now he's saying he hates him. Skye can't help but feel, well, helpless with the information he was giving her. It was scattered at best, which was understandable given how shaken he is.

Hesitantly, Skye reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't give him what he wants. If he was an actual friend he wouldn't try to force you into such a cruel situation."

[hostage]

Jesse's shaking beneath her hand. He looks at her again, biting his lower lip. He's as lost as she is, honestly. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve any of this. He's spent a year trying to make Walt happy, to give him everything he ever asks. But this one thing...

"He always gets what he wants."

By luck, by chance, by coercion or threats or toying with people. Literally controlling their minds, if he has to. Jesse can't fight him forever. Especially not with this seed planted in his head.

[morethan084]

Skye could be too damn observant at times, but she has a sneaking suspicion about an earlier conversation that tied into this one. It's clear by the way she perks up that she's connecting the dots.

"...Is this the same person who you work with?"

[hostage]

Jesse honestly isn't surprised that she puts it all together. She was smart enough to catch him when no one else could. She's smart enough to understand this.

"Not anymore," Jesse replies darkly. "According to him, it's over."

[morethan084]

"Why? Why does he want you to kill him?" Because that's the part she's not understanding.

[hostage]

"I don't know." He could parrot back Walt's words, give her Walt's explanation and all the excuses he's given for his suicide. But do any of those even get at the heart of the truth? "He's always got an idea how he wants something to happen, no matter what it is. And once he's got that idea, he's gonna make damn sure it goes exactly like he wanted."

[morethan084]

Hand falling from his shoulder, Skye placed both of her hands in her lap.

"Well not this time, right?" Skye asked cautiously, afraid of what his answer or lack there of would be.

[hostage]

Jesse answers in all honesty, "I don't know what'll happen if I see him again."

[morethan084]

Yeah, not the answer she was hoping for. "Why don't you just go to the police...?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she remembered why. "Oh. Right."

[hostage]

Jesse looks at her for a moment. Then, carefully and without any sudden movements, he rises to his feet. "I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn'ta come here."

[morethan084]

"What?" Skye got off the bed too, only seconds after he did.

"I didn't- I just don't understand why. Help me understand." Skye feared what he would do if he left.

[hostage]

"This isn't your problem," Jesse says. He doesn't mean to be cold. It's just that he's beginning to realize he's entangling her in a dangerous situation. The very thing he was trying to avoid. "You're not gonna understand it. I don't even understand it. But all this shit... It's for me to deal with."

[morethan084]

"Just because it isn't doesn't mean I'm not going to try and help." Skye pointed out as she got in front of the door to block him.

"No it's not, Jesse. He's manipulating you." Been there, dealt with that. He was clearly worked up, and Skye remembered how he mentioned a bit how his powers worked. How he could actually calm people down. Skye didn't like the idea of doing such a thing but right now she was pretty desperate to keep him from doing something he'd likely regret.

She remembered how he had touched her hand before he took away her hangover so she assumed it worked the same way to calm him down. God this was going to be weird.

"Jesse, you need to stop before you do something you regret." Skye told him firmly as she tried to subtly reach for his hand, knowing he may stop her if he noticed. Of course she had no idea how it worked exactly, so she could only hope it was as simple as touching someone.

[hostage]

It doesn't even cross his mind as she takes his hand, he's so preoccupied with everything else. He doesn't try to shove past her, either - too afraid that if he does, he might really hurt her. But Jesse gives Skye a pleading look. He knows he's being manipulated by Walt. That still doesn't mean Skye should get in the middle of it. "Just let me go," he begs. "Before something happens to you, too."

[morethan084]

Good luck with that. Granted she no longer has that power, Skye is pretty damned skilled at hand to hand combat and he was pretty tiny.

"No." Skye told him firmly, keeping her hand on his. Go-go gadget calm-the-fuck-down? How did this thing even work?

[hostage]

It works like that. The moment she wants it, she takes on his anxiety. Meanwhile, the knot in Jesse's stomach unwinds, his heart stops racing, and the tension leaves his shoulders. He exhales slowly, relieved even if he hasn't realized just why.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing her hand gently.

[morethan084]

Well that anxiety had to go somewhere, she just forgot she was the one to take it on. Her stomach did a flip and she felt as though she was about to scrawl out of her damn skin, which is what made her let go of his hand.

"It's fine." Skye said quickly, hesitantly moving away from the door.

"You're not going to run out on me, are you?" Because she would tackle him if she had to.

[hostage]

Jesse shakes his head, retreating to the bed again, sinking back down onto the edge of it. If Skye wants to keep him here, there's really not a whole lot he can do about it. Not without getting violent.

"We gotta do something," he murmurs. "Get me outta the city or put me into a coma or something."

[morethan084]

"And go where exactly?" She remembered Coulson's desperation to keep her and the team safe by taking her to a secret location, it didn't exactly end well.

"I'm not going to put you into a coma, Jesse." She told him firmly as she stayed by the door, unsure if he was actually being truthful about not booking it out of the room. "We'll figure it out." Although judging by her voice, she wasn't sure what the hell she could do besides keep him here.

[hostage]

"We gotta do something, Skye." He appreciates that she doesn't want to hurt him, but they can't just rely on her ability to talk him down. He's too emotionally volatile for this power, and he knows it. "I mean, at the very least we gotta get me tranqed or something. Put me to sleep and get me away from people. I can't just keep going around like this. I almost wrecked the school."

[morethan084]

Pushing off the door, Skye's lips form a thin line as she tried to think of something else they could before resorting to something as drastic as that.

"I could teach you? How I learned to control it."

[hostage]

"I can't control it," Jesse protests, shaking his head. "You know, maybe that works for - like - normal people. Like healthy people who aren't outta their fucking minds. But I'm no good. Even on a regular day, alright? I hurt people by accident even when I don't have superpowers of mass destruction."

He draws himself up, leaning forward to look her in the eye. "I'm begging you... If you really wanna help me, then take me outta commission. Put me to sleep and lock me up somewhere. Before I really hurt somebody."