myownface | Toronto, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time

Sparkle had been arrested. Of course Sparkle had been arrested. And he'd been a little shit about it, too, going so far as to put up a fight before the cops tackled him to the ground and got him properly cuffed. Good. Good. The more time he spent like this, the more he owned this, the less likely it was that anybody would suspect he even had a friend with him to help him burn the place to the ground.

And considering Lewis' confession at city hall, and the fact that he had a history of this sort of crap already, nobody who knew what role he played would doubt he had all the motive in the world for wanting to get his revenge on Lew, either.

He'd been questioned, printed, given the full nine yards. Hell, he'd even confessed to doing it, alone, with a sneer and a few colourful words and a 'and you can't even blame me for it after all that shit' attitude. It wasn't anything new, really, except that this time he was up for trial as an adult. That part... that was new.

And a little terrifying, yeah. He wasn't going to pretend it wasn't. Especially with the stack of charges they had against him. And the legwork they were probably doing to try to add more to the list. Maybe even connect him to those break-and-enters he'd committed before.

But he had a contingency plan. Sort of. It kind of boiled down to 'deal with it,' with a side order of 'ask the right people for help,' and if the first right person couldn't pull through for him (or wouldn't, because he had to admit that a stupid teen committing arson was something a psychiatrist of Dr. Lecter's calibre might not want to get so immediately involved in), there was always option number two, who would likely tear him a new one before busting him out. Because Atton was the best Jedi ever, that's why. Option three would have involved sucking up to Parker and her crew again, but they were kind of already doing him a huge favour as it was...

And that was why, with his first phone call, Sparkle was calling Dr. Lecter. Because if anyone could get him out of here without having to bust through walls to do so, it was probably him.

[OOC: For that guy!]

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Funny, this was so not the lecture that Sparkle had in mind.

"The thought had kind of crossed my mind," he replied, a little too tired to sound very wry. "Do the thing get the hell out of here, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to figure out where the hell I wound up..."

Not that he'd been thinking about this.

He'd had a lot of time to do so, okay?

"And you chose not to because?" Hannibal prompted.

Because if he vanished, he couldn't be half as certain that Raine was in the clear.

Sparkle didn't feel super confident that just out and saying that here wouldn't get Raine in trouble yet, so he just sort of shrugged his shoulders a little.

"I wanted to see the fire actually take before I started running."

That was definitely true, but wasn't exactly the actual answer, here.

Hannibal smirked. "They aren't listening, you know. There are decided advantages to being a doctor."

Sparkle was making the mental note now: Befriend more doctors.

"Oh... um." He bit his lip a little, worried at it while he tried to find the words. "It was... it was the best way to make sure that Raine wouldn't get implicated in this. Take the fall, and... I just... Like, I can take this, if I get stuck with it. I don't think she could."

"You could," Hannibal agreed. "But you wouldn't want to." Hadn't wanted to. "Fortunately, you won't have to. Your only decision is if you would rather return here and go through the legal proceedings, or remain on the island." He eyed Sparkle. "A decision you should only make once you've rested."

Sparkle nodded again, his lean turning into something more of a slump.

"... Yeah," he agreed, tiredly. "I haven't slept yet."

Obviously.

"But in the morning. I'll... yeah. I'll think on it."

Hannibal wrapped his arm around Sparkle and simply sat there for a moment, until the sergeant interrupted them to come unlock the door again. "Doctor? You're all set. Bail's posted."

Sparkle... really hoped that bail money wasn't, like, an obscene amount.

Sparkle was also about three hundred percent certain that it had been. So he kept his head down and his mouth shut as he pulled himself up and tiredly shuffled his way to the door.

The sergeant just sighed as he stepped out of the way and shook his head.

"Few years of quiet? You were doing so good at staying out of trouble, too," he muttered as Sparkle wandered by. "Your things are waiting for you at the front desk, kid."

Sparkle muttered something that might have translated to, "Thanks, Dave," and continued down the hall.

It had been fairly large, if not what Hannibal would have called obscene.

He planned on taking it out of Janet's hide.

He nodded to the sergeant and kept his hand at Sparkle's shoulder. "You can sleep soon," he promised.

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