Subject: A ficlet response.
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Posted on: 2015-09-20 14:17:00 UTC

"Hey, love."

Steve looked up and waved. "Heya. How are the kids?"

Tango chuckled. "Luden's been busy explaining that his white hair makes him better than everyone else, Jason's been playing 'Hunt the Snark' with the Telcontar girls, and Aaron... last I saw him, was trying to headbutt his way through a wall."

"Pretty much normal, then." Steve reached up and held his wife's hand over his shoulder. "What brings you here, then? Nyx busy?"

"She's got a cowrite with someone from Elven Linguistics, so I'm at loose ends."

Steve frowned. "She's got a what?"

"A... what do you call it when you get sent off to work with a one-time partner?"

"Oh, that. Haven't a clue. Special assignment?"

"That'll do." Tango glanced at the console screen. "So what's in the news today?"

Steve grinned. "Which one? The Monitor says the Troupe By Any Other Name got caught in a Quiddich match, and are now second place in the league. The Real Monitor," he waved a sheet of colourful paper, "is yelling about two of the Yellow Roses swapping identities. PPC Radio are still going on about that body-swap thing, Radio Nutmeg 'won't believe how hilarious these 10 Bad Slash mission reports are', the-"

"Etcetera, etcetera." Tango tapped on the screen. "But what about the real news?"

"Oh, on the network? Mm..." Steve pulled up the bulletin boards. "Looks like... oh, you remember that Dives girl?"

"Uh... failed to kill her partner and ran away?"

"Something like that. Apparently she's back and in DIA custody. There's a recording..."

The video was small and greyscale, showing a nondescript corridor. Tango frowned. "Is that DIA Central?"

"Can't be." Steve scanned the message the footage was attached to. "But is. I guess this Ghost chap has connections."

"Yes, dangerous ones. So what-?" Tango fell silent as two DIA agents appeared on screen. There was no sound, but someone had helpfully subtitled the video:

I have calculated the probability of certain verdicts. I must admit that her future career is looking rather bleak...

The two Assassins watched the video through until the officers left the screen (Cancellation of accu...). Then they watched it again. And again.

"Steve," Tango said, her voice almost dreamy, "can you look up what the Dives girl was accused of?"

"I... yes." Steve tapped away, hauling up the relevant edition of the Multiverse Monitor. "Theft of a TARDIS, interfering with a canon 'verse, dereliction of duty, damaging public property, and endangering agents' lives."

"That's... roughly what I remembered. Um." Tango drummed her fingers on the console. "This... I don't like the look of this."

"It does sound a bit like overkill," Steve agreed. "A tracking bracelet, probable imprisonment, and no pay? For making off with a TARDIS we stole to begin with?"

Tango's lip twisted. "Steve... you do remember I stole PPC technology, abandoned my job, and ran off into a canon world, yes?"

Steve stared at the video, frozen on the last view of the DIA officers. "You think they're going to come after you next?"

"Don't I have a right to worry?" Tango gripped the edge of the console with both hands. "I do not want to go back into the clutches of PPC security."

Steve pressed a hand over his wife's. "If they come for you," he said, "I'll get you out. I promise." He smiled lopsidedly. "I did last time, didn't I?"

Tango shook his hand off. "It's not just about me, though." She waved at the door, at the rest of HQ. "Nyx set off high explosives across half the multiverse. Your old partner broke canonical laws of death. Half of DOGA got there by setting canons on fire. Blue - I know they couldn't exactly arrest him now, but they have exorcism capability, I'm sure they do."

"Tang', none of those..." Steve took a breath, started over. "I know this looks bad, but the Dives girl has a lot more charges piled on her than any of you did-"

"Ontic."

"... they said she was fine now."

"Whereas Dives is still compulsively stealing TARDISes and running away? I heard that was a one-off, a snap."

Steve tried to force a laugh. "The Flowers should be thankful she didn't take a flamethrower to them."

"And if she had, they'd have sent her to FicPsych. Not locked her up and thrown away the key." Tango's face hardened. "At least - that's what they would have done before."

Steve stared at the console, at the frozen video, at the news of Dives' return, and her immediate arrest. "We should do something."

"Yes." A beat. "What?"

"... I don't know."




There are a lot of people who have bad, bad memories of the last time the PPC's security apparatus went about arresting people in public.

I really liked the writing in this story; I thought all the characters' reactions were spot-on, and that the Aviator was convincingly heartbreaking. I really, really want to believe that your plan is to use the incident to have the Board of Flowers slap down the increasingly authoritarian DIA, in a beautifully-written trialogue between the Sunflower Official, Tiger Lily, and Guardsman, in which the Lily starts off by defending her department, but ends up being persuaded by the SO (and dare I hope, the Sub Rosa?) and promising massive changes. I think that would be a genuinely good way to cap and end this arc - by showing that the PPC isn't the unfeeling police-state its agents are coming to believe it is, and that when the Flowers are presented with a 'justice or mercy?' choice like this one, they will come down on the side of mercy.

hS

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