Her heart went out to her girlfriend, knowing the turmoil she must be in of what happened. She wished she could help her with the pain she was feeling, the guilt. She felt an anger boil inside of her that someone had wanted to hurt her. That he had attacked her and now more than ever she wished she had been there for her instead of her own apartment. “Just reading up a bit, no biggie.” She quickly waved the comment away, not another thing the blonde had to worry about. “I already am.. and nothing will happen to me, I’ll be fine.. “ Cosima tried to give her her best reassuring smile and watched her leave. 

The brunette followed after her to take the coat and brought it to her little kitchen area. Running the water, filling the sink she got some laundry detergent and pt some of it in the water and placed the coat in it so it could soak. Hopefully it would get the blood out, but most likely it would need to be thrown away. But it was worth a try and it also kept her busy, considering her mind was reeling of what happened. Cosima had been lost in her thoughts when she felt arm wrap around her waist and she smiled, leaning back against her. 

“Run with you?” She asked, turning her head a little so she could look at her. Run away? She wasn’t sure if that was the answer. She also had her study here, but she could always transfer. Her hands came to rest on her arms and she nodded. “Okay.. we can go to Canada.. my sisters will help us. You’re everything to me too, Fran.”

She could have almost choked with relief when Cosima agreed to go with her. Her arms tightened around the smaller girl and she buried her face into her shoulder, a smile spreading across her lips. “It’ll be worth it, I promise. We need to leave soon though, I doubt it’ll be long before somebody comes looking for him...and then me. I’ll book the tickets. Think of it...like our first adventure. We’ll get the next plane we can.” She mumbled, moving her head and pressing lingering kisses up the side of Cosima’s neck. She was endlessly grateful, and she only wished there were enough ways for her to show that. “...and listen, if you ever need anything, or want anything, if there’s anything I can do to pay you back for this, I won’t hesitate...I love you.”

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“You’re safe with me, babe. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” Cosima did her best to stay calm, though inside her emotions were all over the place. Scared for her girlfriend of what happened, what was going to happen. “Hey.. hey, listen to me. They’re not okay? We’ll.. we’ll figure this out, I promise.” The idea of her going to jail, it was a sickening though and she held her tighter, wanting desperately to make this better but how? Cosima did her best to comfort Francis, rubbing her back, hoping she would calm down before she made herself sick.

“Baby.” She cupped her face and rested her forehead against hers. “I could never think that.. I love you.. that hasn’t changed.” She gave her a kiss and pulled back. “You’re exhausted.. c’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up, get some rest and tomorrow we’ll figure something out, okay?”

Despite everything that had happened, Cosima seemed to make everything feel a little less desperate. For the first time in the past two hours, she could breathe again. She nodded slightly. “Y-yeah. I’ll- I’ll go and shower.” She was overwhelmed with this urge to push everything about tonight into the furthest corner of her mind, to pretend it never happened, before she could ignore it no longer. She glanced over at the pile of books on the table. “Shit, were you studying? I’m sorry- about all of this. You don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to, Cos. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you too.” With that, she departed for the bathroom, shrugging off her coat and leaving it by the door, her t-shirt underneath visibly coated in blood. 

Twenty minutes later she surfaced again, the blood washed completely from her body, and her mind slightly clearer. The silence of the shower had given her an idea, it was insane...but it just might work. When she emerged, she had pulled on one of her favourite jumpers that Cosima wore, finding comfort in the smell of her girlfriend, and the warmth of the wool. She made her way up behind Cosima, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and pulling her flush against her stomach, her chin fitting easily into the crook of the clone’s shoulder. “Run with me.” The words left her throat quieter than she expected, but she punctuated them with a small kiss to her girlfriend’s neck. 

“Back to Canada. Or San Fran. Or somewhere completely different. If I stay, they’ll lock me up. But...I’m not leaving without you. You’re...everything, Cos.”

Only at her girlfriend’s touch did she stop looking for her phone and focused her attention back on her girlfriend. “Okay.. but, there is blood, like.. everywhere.. “ She did seem fine, other than shaken up. Not pale from all the blood loss and she was able to speak normally, no slurred speech, she was alert. Everything seemed fine, except for the blood. “Yeah, I remember.. what?! A-Are you.. oh my god.. are you okay?  I mean.. I.. you said you are but.. is.. is this his blood?’ There was so much of it, which didn’t mean anything good.

“Okay..” She blinked and shook her head. “Take a deep breath.. and tell me what happened then..” Cosima reached up to cup her face and wiped her tears away with her thumbs. She could guess where this was heading and she felt her stomach twist in knots. “I know..  ssh..” She gathered her in her arms and held her tightly. “It’s okay.. it’s gonna be okay, babe.. you were defending yourself.. but you’re safe now.” Holy shit. What the hell was she going to do?

The second that warm arms enveloped her, the blonde fell apart, her hands desperately grasping at Cosima’s clothing, choking on her own tears. “N-no, no I’m not safe. They’re gonna find me, the cops. They’re gonna put me in jail and I- they’re gonna take me away from you. They’ll never let me travel again, I’ll have to stay here forever, if they ever let me out of jail. I d-didn’t just stab him once. It- I was scared! I just kept- it just kept happening I couldn’t control myself.” She pulled herself back, albeit reluctantly, from the embrace, so she could lock gazes with Cosima. 

“Please don’t think I’m a monster.” Her voice was weak, already exhausted from crying, which she had been doing almost the entire way over to her girlfriend’s. 

“Yeah, yeah it really is. I’ve always been into science and.. I knew I wanted to go in this direction and here I am. Sometimes it’s still like this dream, you know. I just, I really love it.” She had to stop herself or she would only talk about that the rest of the evening. “Well, I’d be happy to.. uh, keep you motivated.” She chuckled at herself, rolling her eyes a little. “Ignore that.. and Canada, cool.. so you’re like, used to this type of weather? I’m from San Fran and doing major adjusting.” 

Cosima nodded, taking another sip from her wine. If Francis was serious, she really wouldn’t mind explaining things to her. She definitely wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. “Ah, I see with you did there.. whether you really want me to educate you or not, I’d be happy to go out with you.” Cosima decided to call it just as it was and gave her a shrug. 

Whatever kind of connection which had been instantly evident was only getting stronger when Cosima was talking about science. Francis had always loved watching people who were passionate about something, she loved hearing them ramble on about things that were important to them, even if she didn’t understand a word of it. “Sometimes this place feels like the Bahamas compared to Canada. I’ve never been to San Fran. I’m hoping that’s gonna change though. I’ve always wanted to travel, y’know? Just get a boat or something and go where ever I want, whenever I want.”

She drummed her fingertips along the top of the bar, smirking slightly. “Can I say both? I mean, focusing is always easier when the teacher’s hot enough to keep you interested. I’ve got a few days off after today and...there’s plenty of museums around, you in?”

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Before she knew it, Spencer was interlocking bodies with another and her senses were being entirely engulfed by this new, nearly overwhelming scent. And it wasn’t the usual vanilla followed by notes of cream that she normally picked up off of other women. This time, it was fear, itself. And it sent a spine tingling chill down the wolf’s back as she stumbled backwards from the collision. 

“Whoa- hey- yeah- I’m good.” The wolf threw up her own two hands into the air, indicating that she remained unharmed but immediately raised a brow in the blonde’s direction. “Are you alright?” Spencer’s hairs along the back of her neck and down the length of her arms stood on end as she narrowed her eyes, trying for life of her to recall where she’d seen this girl before. The poor thing looked as though she had just seen a ghost- which was possible in this town- but the fact that Spencer was picking up wafts of sheer panic off of this stranger was more than enough to raise a red flag for her. “You sure do seem like you’re in a hurry, though. Can I um- Can I give you a lift somewhere? I’m parked just, literally, right over there,” The hell hound motioned an idle hand at her car sitting a few parking meters down from where the pair had been standing. 

“That’s, uh, that’s probably a bad idea.” In all honesty, she was surprised that the brunette hadn’t recognised her yet, usually it only took a few seconds before somebody realised who she was and then they either made their excuses and left or straight up ran away from her. Not that she could blame them, they didn’t know what had truly happened that night, and she wasn’t about to indulge total strangers with the details of it either. “I don’t...even have anywhere to go and I don’t wanna run you around, but...thanks.”

“Oh, and uh, where ever I go, the cops are gonna follow me...pretty quickly.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing the corner of her lips into a fake smile before glancing at the floor.

“Evo-devo.. evolutionary development biology.” Cosima added, she was so used to shorten it, but not everyone knew it. “Francis.. nice.. and you’re.. French? It, I’m not good with accents, but it sounds French I think. Where are you from?” The book was forgotten about for now and instead she focused all her attention on Francis.

“Pretty much.” She nodded and shyly ducked her head at the compliments. “I dunno.. I suppose how this evening goes.. I might not be for much longer.” She took her glass of wine and tipped it a little to thank her and took a sip. “I dunno, you tell me.. It’s Cosima.” 

“No way, that’s...that’s awesome. I mean, I’ve always been fascinated in that kind of thing, I just never really had the drive to focus on it all. But I think you just gave me a reason to find out more about it.” She laughed, taking a sip from her glass, shaking her head. “Canadian. I’m from Montréal though, so pretty much the same thing sometimes.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a challenge. I’ll take it.” She smirked, surprised at how quickly this conversation had snowballed into casual flirting. This never happened to her, but she was glad that it was now, absolutely fascinated with Cosima. “Y’know, you’re gonna have to explain this whole...evo-devo thing to me though, right? So...I think you should let me take you somewhere sometime, like an educational date.”

Cosima had been completley engrossed in one of her text books when she heard her door slam shut and footsteps, leading to the bathroom. She looked up and shrugged, maybe she really needed to pee or something. She chuckled to herself and went back to reading. “Yeah?” She called out when she heard her name, though frowned. Her girlfriend sounded distressed and as she finally saw her, her eyes went wide.

“Holy shit.” She tossed her book aside and scrambled to her feet to get as quickly to Francis as possible. “Shit, shit.. are you hurt? Babe.. oh my god! What happened?” Her voice was alarmed, which was normal considering her girlfriend was soaked with blood. “I’ll call an ambulance.. what.. are you.. where is my phone? You should sit down or something.. I need.. where is it?”

“No- no, no, no.” Francis reached out, gripping Cosima’s arms in an attempt to get her to stay in the same place. “Cosima? Baby- no ambulance, I’m okay. N-no ambulances, no cops, okay? Something- fuck- something happened on the way home from work. You know that group of guys, the ones I told you about? Well, one of them followed me home and he- he t-tried to attack me and I...I hit him, really fucking hard and he passed out and he was just laying there in the street.”

By this point her hands were shaking again, but the tears flowing down her face were the main problem, and she raised her trembling hand to wipe them. “So I took him inside- I was gonna wait for him to wake up and...I was trying to relax, I mean, I thought he was probably gonna press charges for assault, so I went into the kitchen to get a drink and he woke up and-” She paused, taking in a shaky breath before breathing out the rest of her story. “I just w-wasn’t expecting him to wake up and...I stabbed him, Cos, I killed him, he’s dead. I- I killed him.”

“I did too.. and then bought a lot, though granted, good part of them are for my study.. “ She nodded along with what she was saying. Cosima had a few of those at home, so well worn that pieces were hard to read. The bartender was definitely cute and the fact she enjoyed reading, it made her glad she had decided to go out for a chance and pick this bar. 

“They do say that.. I’ll probably use that to my advantage at some point.” Her grin grew and she bit her lip a little. “Seems like it.. though I would prefer it if I knew your name.. calling you the bartender, I dunno.. I think we’re already passed that, don’t you? You sure know how to flatter a girl and yes.. I’m totally single, completely available.. hinting subtly..” She winked at at her. 

“Study? You keep getting better and better, what are you studying?” The blonde grinned, pushing herself off of the back counter and instead opting to lean over the actual bar. “Francis.” Just in the second it took her to pronounce her name, a tiny hint of a French accent was audible. “That alone should tell you I’m definitely not from around here, huh?”

“Single?” Francis reached for the wine bottle again, pulling down another glass for herself and topping up Cosima’s glass before pouring herself one to match. “Guess I’d better hurry up then, I’ll bet that it won’t last all that long. So, I’m gonna guess that your name’s as interesting as you are?”

Closing up the bar she released a breath, the hybrid pausing in her movements with the key in the door as her senses sharpened on feeling the air around her. She wasn’t alone and she felt the water molecules stir in the air around her, pulling her head to turn to someone’s approach. Enemy or not, she wasn’t yet sure….so her voice stayed even and void. “We’re closing.”

“I-I know.” She responded, her hands hidden in her pockets. “This isn’t- anything personal at all I just-” She paused, glancing at the floor. “I need help. S-something’s happened and I- I can’t go home tonight. If there’s a room upstairs, or even just a couch or something. I can pay for it I just...need to disappear tonight.”

People spotting wasn’t a usual pastime for her, she’d far rather be caught in a strip club covered in glitter and sweat. Tonight she just felt like doing something different, something other than the mundane routine of getting blitzed out of her mind until she passed out and waking up in someone else’s bed. Looks like it was working out, someone of interest had entered her peripheral vision, it didn’t matter how much the other would hide the blood, Skylar could smell it like a trained dog. She followed her, mostly out of curiosity and boredom.

She was well aware that she was being followed, the footsteps that fell behind her didn’t cease, and it seemed that they were getting closer by the second. Francis took the nearest turn, into a dimly lit alley, where she pressed her back up against the wall, waiting for the other to turn to the corner as well, stepping out to confront them, her hands still concealed. “You’re following me.” She tried her best to keep her voice steady, even though the adrenaline pumping through her veins was ridiculously high and she was consequently terrified of what she could do after tonight. “Why?”

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“Oh totally.. I tell you, all my books are broken into. They are meant to be read, not sitting there collecting dust.” It was nice to meet someone who seemed interested in books, unfortunately it didn’t happen that often. “Aaah..” She nodded, an eyebrow was lifted as she wondered it was an hint directed at her. “Well it’s an awesome book.. “

Cosima gave her her signature grin, her baby fangs were showing, hint of a tongue peeking out. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were flirting with me.. and that’s not exactly true.. I’m hanging out here, aren’t I? You can keep me company.. or me you, seeing as you’re the one who is supposed to be working.”

“I left a lot of my books back home, but the ones I bought with me are totally destroyed, you probably couldn’t even read the older ones.” Francis smiled back at Cosima instantly, taking a second to admire just how pretty this girl’s smile was, it was so infectious, and it was rare that she ever met anybody like that, most people were only happy because they were getting drunk here.

“Well, they say that the customer is always right.” She grinned, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re too sweet, spending your Saturday night with a bartender? There is no way that you can’t have somebody who’s supposed to be here with you. I’m refusing to believe it.”