Canon Divergent - Clarissa & Ultra
It had always been a high stakes game for Clari, and the odds had been in her favor so long it was really not surprising when they began to turn against her. Somehow, this pain in the ass agent had caught onto her absolutely chaotic methods, appearing almost every time.
The first few times, they had scuffled and she utilized every ounce of her powers against him. She had even thrown a car at him, and he had surely went back to Jedikiah to report that anything that wasn’t nailed down was obviously a weapon she could use.
His appearance at the party during the chaos had led to an on foot chase through the club as she tried to get to a place to teleport, his bullets catching her in the side and in the arm. He could have killed her, she knew he could have. But he didn’t. While she appreciated that very little as Cas and her stitched her up with their handy super glue and a sewing kit, she could after the fact, and confided it to John. He had pulled Stephen into the conversation, and Stephen had come back with information that he uh he likes the way she is ‘equipped’. John, being the leader, had to keep a straight face while Clari’s had burst into a shade of red and Cas howled from the couch.
But, in a shadow war, information was quite vital. Especially when it kept their species alive.
After the party, the Agent did not engage her once. Through Stephen, she knew he was Jordan Reynolds, and he had been given a different ROE… to bring her in unharmed (which, truth be told, did much more psychological warfare on her than she cared to admit, jumpy, paranoid and barely sleeping for fear he would somehow find her). It was still a high stakes game, but this was much more cat and mouse. She thought he was playing with her, since he rarely announced himself, and was only lurking out of sight. Like he could somehow find her, she could find him. But she wouldn’t let onto that fact yet.
When Jedikiah caught a ride with Russell to the Lair, she decided to be nice enough to keep an eye on him, apparently since no one else could stand being in the room with him much. Russell was sent to get food, currently persona non grata for the epic shit storm he had dumped on all their heads. She had been polite enough, maybe hoping he would stop viewing them all as a threat (though, considering he was bound to a chair as a hostage… probably not). But she did take advantage of the chaos in the moment, asking him why the change in the Rules Of Engagement when it came to taking her into custody.
“Was I not, until just recently, a case of ‘Bring her in warm or cold’?”
“Ah, well, hoping you don’t take offense to the previous orders.”
“I do, but go on. Why was it changed?”
“There was a major change in your status. I ordered it.”
“Did you know your mother visited New Jersey for Spring Break in 1989? Nasty fight with her husband.”
“Why the Hell would I know anything about my mother, Jedikiah? I was born in December. She’s the one who declared me dead 3 months after I went missing.”
“Well then, why do you think your brother has blue eyes like his parents… and their grandparents… and their grandparents before that while yours are hazel. I know you know about Mendel’s plants, Clarissa, basic genetics wouldn’t be lost on you. I know you’re smarter than that, despite the lack of diploma.”
“I don’t fucking know, why don’t you explain it to me like I’m 15 in science class.”
“Well, for starters, blue eyes are the dominant gene in the Tellemanca line with very, very, few recessive mutations, and those were usually green… I checked in the course of studying your history. However, hazel eyes are in the Price family with our recessive being blue or dark brown.”
A pause as the two stared each other down, Jed’s lip in a thin almost smile. He was right, she wasn’t stupid. And she had known immediately what he was implying. Even if she hadn’t once listened to his stupid lecture series on f1 and f2 generations.
He continued at her brows furrowing, knowing he had caught her interest.
“I was the recessive blue, but still passed on the dominant gene, to you. My daughter.”
“You’re lying.” She hissed through gritted teeth. She knew he wasn’t, but by God did she want him to be. It all came crashing down in a whirlwind of sense.
“I’m not. And I think you now understand why Juan Tellemanca didn’t deserve you as his daughter. Because you were never his. I changed your ROE after registering your blood sample from the party. Half matched to Casimiro as half-sibling. And half to my own as parent and child. I may be a lot of things, but I would never hurt my own daughter.”
Jedikiah had only been so lucky that Cas was around the corner as she delivered a taste of how willing she was to hurt her own father as she snapped like a rubber band, a familial trait of inherently prone to fits of violent anger flitted through her mind. John, for Jed’s safety and for Clarissa’s sanity, sent her to get some air topside. Apparently, everyone collectively either forgot Ultra had mounted a full scale manhunt for Jedikiah, or they didn’t expect Clari to get caught with the change of ROE… Set by Jed… Who was currently their prisoner.
She had been riding the train for about 10 minutes on loop when Jordan stepped into the car. Jed’s boss, a man he referred to as “The Founder” wanted to talk to her and he was over whatever game her and Jordan had been playing.