Canon AU ~ Clarice and Bill beginning

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Owwwwwwww...

There was a flash of magenta light and the shadow of a woman flying through the air at a rather high speed. What world had it been? 739? Mutants Everywhere Planet, let's stop a serial killer because the Talus said so planet.

A super powered serial killer who had been rather hard to hit, much less hurt, especially with the team down several members. She'd been able to create an opening, at cost, for the others to take, but now, well, she was bleeding. And dizzy. And oh, that was a knife in her shoulder, huh, what if teh cops had needed that for evidence..

...right back on track. The talus had flashed, they'd been getting ready to leave and the partner, the killers partner that the Talus had told them NOTHING about had come careening in with a scream. Her lower arm ached, dully. and trailed more blood from where she'd lost the Talus. It had been ripped away and she'd been shoved through a half-formed portal. Not a fun ride.

By the time she tumbled to a halt she couldn't tell left from right, much less what world she was on. There could have been snipers in the trees and giant mutant snakes rearing to strike at her and she'd have just said 'Wha?'. She was...hitched up against a tree. Nice tree, yeah, she was going to...pass out now.

Yep.

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Today had just been one of those days.

One of those long, hard days when Bill really felt the weight of the badge pinned to his breast.

Wheelsy might only be a small town, but small town troubles, and small town politics can wear on a guy, and right now, Bill just wanted to get home, have a couple of beers, and pass out.

He was running practically on autopilot as he navigated the quiet streets of his town, and nearly missed spotting the slumped figure against a tree as he rounded a small bend.

Hitting the breaks, Bill blinked, then pulled over.

The lights of his cruiser illuminated the stranger, and Bill stepped out of the car and approached.

"Hello? Hey, y'alright?"

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She was a tangle of long legs and green silk skirts? There was some kind of quiver on her back keeping her propped up at an odd angle but...yeah. Noise? Oh. Noise.

And strobing lights.

Army? Army wasn't good, and where she grew up, yeah, well only the army had alarm lights. Best to face the music then instead of exist in her pleasant, shocky fugue state.

She lifted a hand, or tried, realized it was her injured arm, and lifted her other one to shield her eyes. "Hunh?"

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Bill pulled his flashlight, and as he drew nearer was surprised by what he found.

She was pink. Like, all pink. He'd of course seen those crazy people on the TV who had tattoos from head to toe, but... she was pink.

Who the hell colors themselves all pink?

It was the red that snapped him out of his shock, and the blade sticking out of her at its source.

"Ma'am, I'm with Wheelsy sheriff's department. What happened?"

When she tried moving Bill crouched down and held out a hand to stop her.

"Careful now, s'gonna be alright. I just need you t'keep still, alright?"

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Yes, she was pink, It was utterly NATURAL she was NOT CRAZY and tattoo addicted or anything. Something she'd be happy to tell people once she got some painkillers. Painkillers would be nice.

Oh. What had happened> Right. Plausible story, plausible story...mugging? She could have been mugged?

Sure. She'd go with that.

Naturally what fell out of her mouth was "Wrestled a serial killer then his partner got the drop on me and I lost my team. Sorry, bleeding on an important tree?"

Oops.

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Okay so she was delirious, or drunk. Bill didn't smell alcohol, but then again she could also be hopped up on something, instead.

Giving the benefit of the doubt, and knowing she obviously needed help, Bill reached for his radio.

"This is sheriff Pardy, I need an ambulance out on Willow Creek road... "

Giving their location and situation, Bill also requested another unit to come down, then put his radio away.

"Help's on the way, honey. Just lie here for a minute. C'n you tell me your name?"

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Nope, neither, though nice try with that one Bill.

"Uh-huh, sure things Bill. Is it them Brook boys again? They still beating on each other?" He got back over the radio. "And your momma called..." Ah, yes, the day never ended did it? Thankfully he put the radio away!

Lying still seemed like a WONDERFUL idea. She knew she had a knife in her shoulder and her arm was messed up...had she been hit any other times? She didn't remember. "Blink." Ah, yes, code name! "...Clarice when I'm...off duty?" She tried for a chuckle.

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Just to be safe, Bill reached back and turned down the volume on his radio, just to make sure whatever was coming over it wouldn't be heard.

"Off duty? What is it that y'do?"

Gathering information was important, but so was just keeping her talking. Bill worked on both as he kept an eye out for the ambulance.

He didn't want to take a chance by pulling out the knife, so settled for pulling a bandana from his pocket and held it against the wound and knife to try and staunch some of the blood flow.

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Oh...damn that hurt. How could a bandana hurt as badly as the knife? True, she'd been hurt before, but she always, ALWAYS forgot how much it hurt. Ugh. At least she knew better than to take a swing at him? He was trying to help after all. It'd be rude.

"That really hurts. A lot." Just so he knew. As for his question, umm...what did she do? Somehow 'Teleporting interdimensional repair woman' just didn't flow off the tongue well.

"Not die?" That was something she did her best to do every day? "Fight bad guys, you know, stuff."

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"M'sorry." He lessened the pressure, lifting the bloodied cloth to try and get a better look at the wound.

Despite the situation and everything, he couldn't help a small chuckle at her answer.

"Not dyin' is somethin' I try an' do myself. Are you a cop from somewheres?"

He didn't know any pink cops, but then she could be from the city.

Or Clarksville, they were kind of crazy up that way, so who knew?

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The wound was...nasty? It was a serrated blade and well and firmly stuck in that shoulder joint. She was lucky not to be bleeding out. And lucky she could move her fingers at all really. The hospital would no doubt have words with her.

Cop? Hmm..."Kinda. Sometimes." She admitted after a moment of scattered thought. "Rebel at home, then good guy when I fell outta that world, umm, we fix things where we go? It's gets weird, Talus reality thing. I teleport, just so you know."-

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Right.

Keeping calm about things, but now really afraid she was going into some kind of shock, Bill took off the jacket he was wearing and slipped it over her.

"That probably makes gettin' around pretty easy, huh?"

Better to keep talking than argue, he figures.

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"Long s'I know where m'goin..." she muttered quietly, shivering. Yeah, that would definitely be shock setting in to stay for a while. And not that he was an expert or anything but she looked a slightly paler pink than earlier?

Yeeeeeaaaaah.

"N'have a spike..." yeah, that quiver on her back? Full of thin, sharp, metal spikes. He might want to take that before the hospital got their hands on it. And hey, he always wanted about fifty pounds of dangerous weapon right?

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Hearing the fuzzy notes entering her voice, and her words trailing off, Bill patted her, trying to keep her attention.

"Clarice? I need you t'keep talkin' to me, okay? How 'bout you tell me how you got way out here."

A siren began to wail in the distance, and Bill felt a small touch of relief knowing help was almost there.

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"The Talus," she admitted, clearly. "And a kick...good kick. I tripped." It TOTALLY explained her presence here right? IT meant she had spiraled and twisted through realities until she landed? EVERYONE KNEW THIS RIGHT?

"You're nice."






Ambulance arrival. Yay. Did that mean pain killers?

"Um, Bill...she's pink." Just so the sheriff knew. "She got insurance?"

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Obviously it all made perfect sense to one of them.

It's just that one of them wasn't Bill.

Patting her arm, Bill gave her a small smile.

"Thanks."

Standing up, Bill moved away from Clarice to give the two EMTs who'd arrived room.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Bill drawled. "I got no idea what she has, just that her name's Clarice, an' she's bleedin' there pretty bad."

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"Gee, thanks." One of them answered, moving in to eye the knife and wince. Oh, yeah, that was a bad knife. Not time to take it out. "Okay, Clarice, stay with me, I need you to talk to me now..."

The other EMT passed saline bags as necessary and kept...ogling. "Bill? YOu ridin' with us? I mean...she ain't local you know." What if she was some weird drug lord...lady...thing?

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Bill watched, hands resting on is gun belt.

"Why, you scared of girl, Chris?" Bill asked, quirking a smile.

Another cruiser arrived, and Bill waved at the deputy who got out, while still talking to the EMT.

"I'll follow in the car. Gonna need t'talk with her anyways. Damn paperwork an' all."

He also wanted to figure out what exactly happened here, and who she really was.

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"She's Pink," Chris noted, again, for the record. This answered any question of him being scared right? Hard to be scared of something the same color as a girl's kiddy play set right?

"Right, LIFT!" The other EMT called,Chris scrambling to get the other end of the straight board so they could get the now-unconscious woman to the bed in the truck.

"That's...weird, Bill. Maybe I should keep an eye on the road?" The deputy offered. Because...other pink people might come?

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"She also sounded pretty out of it, so keep an eye on her, alright?" Bill said, a touch of seriousness now in his voice.

Turning to the deputy, Bill nodded.

"I want you t'cruise the back roads an' look out for any other strangers wanderin' around. She was stabbed, so there's someone out there we need t'bring in."

Lifting his cap, Bill scratched his head, looking down the road.

"Not much traffic out this way right now, but if you see anyone about stop an' ask if they saw anything. Check the bulletins an' see if she's on any of 'em, too. I'm headed to the hospital, but wanna be kept updated."

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"I'll keep an eye out Bill, ask some folk." The deputy adjusted his hat then nodded, wondering if they were now onto something BIG like. Wouldn't that be exciting? Imagine his disappointment when he found out everyone thought him nuts and running through a dare when he asked about a pink lady

"Well, any last words?" The EMT offered, leaning out to close the doors. They had the girl in, and hopefully stable (barring alien anatomy), so a last word or two wouldn't hurt. "Wanna hand cuff her to the stretcher or anything?" Just in case?

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"I don't think that's called for. She was the one who was stabbed."

She was also carrying around a bunch of sharp spikes. Thinking about that, Bill almost changed his mind.

"Look, I'm gonna be right behind you. There's any trouble, pull over an' I'll hop in."

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"Right. We might have to cut her shoulder rig off at the hospital. You gonna sign on the destruction of property thing?" He asked, the engine idling as he waited. What? It was important to know these things!

"I'm movin' Ted." The other called from the front.

"Hell, tell me at the hospital." The small, county hospital given it was nearby and not exactly life threatening.

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"Yeah, I'll fill all that shit out, just get goin', she's bleedin' in there."

Bill waved them off, then headed back to his cruiser and followed after them.

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It wasn't a long trip, and the hospital ER wasn't that crowded. Just a few boys in for a stitch or two in their lip from fighting. That meant Clarice got ushered to a room quickly, and there was a lot of speculation about why she was the color she was, much less stabbed.

"Reckon it's a drug thing? Think she cheated someone?"

"Nah, she's a little thing..."

"But she's got muscle on her, and you seen them spikes..."

"And you ALL need to clear out before I boot you myself, morons. She's bleeding and underfed and you're all jabbering!" Apparently doctor Mitchell was on staff tonight.

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Bill stood off to the side, scrubbing at his eyes (god, he was tired) and ignoring most of the talk as they waited for the doctor.

The gruff voice made him jump, but Bill recovered quickly and nodded towards the door.

"You heard 'im, go on now."