MCA #4, Saturday Morning

[myownface]

Deep breath. Exhale.

...

Deep breath.

...

Exhale.

Dial.

Deep breath.

And hit send.

Sparkle had a call to make today. One he'd been putting off since forever, and his last excuse had run out. The island was back to normal. He didn't have to worry about The Big Stuff being completely derailed because he woke up one morning underwater or he couldn't leave the house because there were dinosaurs or on account of nightmarish penance zombies. Dr. Lecter had given him the number to phone, and yeah, he knew it was Saturday and yeah he knew it was early, but he was kind of hoping he could just leave a message and wait for a phone call back on... Tuesday. Because long weekend! See? Smart. Sparkle was super smart. It wasn't procrastinating if there was Labour Day to contend with.

Somebody actually answered the phone.

"Um."

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

"Hi, uh. My name is Sparkle," and ugh, he felt like he wanted to vomit just spitting out his last name, too, but he kind of had to in this case. "Dr. Lecter suggested I call you. Yeah. Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He said you're probably the best lawyer for... a couple of cases I have, I guess. Yeah. Yeah, I can talk right now, sure. So..."

It was not a short phone call.

Dr. Lecter had picked a good lawyer for the job, for sure.

But by the time Sparkle had hung up the phone again, he was looking a little green. That was fine. This was fine. It was all going to go super well, and...

If anybody needed him, he was going to just be burying his face in a pillow and screaming himself hoarse.

Sparkle Vs. The Criminal Justice System was off to an excellent start.

[OOC: Open! Probably not happy! But open! TW: Both threads contain some talk of child abuse/grooming.]

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[myownface]

Sparkle was nodding again, a little more desperately, smothering that urge to start sobbing into her shoulder and pulling in a few ragged breaths to calm himself down. He was overwrought and scared and all of this was stupid and awful and...

"Yeah," he managed. "Yeah, I know. S'fucking amazing, Jack. It's... It's good."

Even if it had been the royal fucking 'we.' But since it wasn't, even better.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack had had pretty much enough of this not crying bullshit. It was clear Sparkle needed to. "You know I'm not gonna care if you get my shirt all covered in snot, right? You're a fucking mess, Sparkle, quit tying yourself in a knot." She loved you, really. Also, hey, good luck getting away because she was going to pull a Kaidan and just kind of lock her arms around you and cuddle the shit out of you. "You're safe and you're gonna be okay. This is gonna suck and it's gonna fuck you up for awhile but you're gonna get through it and you're gonna be okay after it's all fucking done. You need to cry. So fucking cry. I'm here, I've got you, and it's okay."

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle mumbled. "Yeah, but I'm... there's gonna be... I mean..."

Another hiccup.

There was going to be a lot more crying from here.

He tried to say as much.

But mostly it came out in a shaky gasp.

He couldn't cry himself numb yet. He couldn't.

He... just...

Held on for dear life.

And pulled in another breath.

And that exhale was a small whimper, and then a shuddering gasp.

And then, yes, he was crying.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Yeah, I get it," Jack said, still holding him, "There's gonna be a whole lot of this. That don't mean you gotta be stupid about it. We're here for this too. As often as you need a shoulder, you got lots of shoulders to fuckin' choose from. This is ugly shit, Sparkle. This is going to be one ugly fucking road and you're gonna cry yourself sick over it. And that's okay, buddy. Whatever emotions you're feeling are fine, okay? It's fine. We're here. We got your back. You got our shoulders. It's okay."

[myownface]

Sparkle nodded. He nodded and clung to and he kind of hated this, hated breaking down and crying when nothing had even really happened yet, but he was just...

Just so much smaller than all of this.

And he wasn't alone.

And that...

"Buckle in, huh?"

Well. It was a ride he was going to strap in for one way or another, but knowing just how many people had his back was definitely not going to hurt.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack made sure he knew he didn't have to cling. He was held and he wasn't going anywhere even if he let go. She nodded, "Yeah. Buckle in. This is going to be the worst rollercoaster you've ever been on and I'd bet you been on a few in your time. This time, at least, everyone in the cars behind you is someone you know."

That analogy was dumb as hell. Whatever.

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a small, kind of listless laugh at that, and then raised his arms as far as they could go while still tucked under Jack's armpits.

"Wheeeee."

... He was trying.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack eyed him for a moment and then smirked. Letting go abruptly and stepping back, she simultaneously hit him with a low-power Lift and hiked him about two meters into the air and let him hang there. "You ask for whee, you get whee," she informed him.

[myownface]

Sparkle needed a second to process that his feet were no longer on the ground.

"Oh, shit!" That was a startled laugh, and then he was kicking his feet and moving his arms, pretending to swim. "What? Ha!"

WHEE.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Yeah, funny thing, the swimming won't actually move you anywhere," Jack grinned up at him, "It's good for directional changes but not momentum. Try a somersault. That's how you move in zero gee. Once you get momentum, you can keep going. Hard to stop, though. Right now, you're not really in zero gee, you just kind of are zero gee. Your mass changed, not the gravity around you. Way harder to move because you're still fighting the weight of the air around you."

[myownface]

"This is really fucking weird, Jack," Sparkle informed her, trying to puzzle out how to get a good somersault going. Arms up over his head, and bring them down for some momentum, maybe?

... Now he was just kind of slowly rotating in place.

"Uh."

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack laughed when he began to tumble, "Yeah. I know. Grab your knees and lean in the direction you perceive as 'forward' with your head. You don't get sick on spinny rides, do you?"

[myownface]

".... Not typically..."

Sparkle didn't tend to do spinny rides anymore, mind. He reached to hug his knees and attempted to lean, at least.

"It's been a while?"