Project: Sunshine

48- Oh, Who Is She?

Warning: Not really violence but the aftermath of it, it's somewhat graphic. There is also death.

     The house was silent, it was a bit awkward. Stella sat beside Angel on a couch, awkward.

     "What was that?" Toxin asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, what even caused that?"

     Stella glanced at Angel, motioning her hand, Angel shook her head and sighed.

     There was a small laugh as Myth walked into the room, plopping down beside Stella, and kicked her legs up on the coffee table. "Easy." She said, "Nova, when she was alive, was dating Lana."

     "Yes?" Angel sighed, her hand met her head as she looked away.

     "Well, Angel kind of pulled a homewrecking move and slept with Nova." When Myth said this, Angel stood up, leaving for the kitchen to dispose of the cup she was drinking hot chocolate out of. "While Nova was with Lana."

     "Jesus," Toxin looked to Angel who shamefully turned her back from his eyes.

     "It's tough shit," Myth shrugged, "I can see why Lana's so angry."

     "What?" Angel turned around, "She tried to kill me! This wasn't even the first time."

      "I know, but she didn't, did she?" Myth asked, Angel grumbled and started walking away, to the door, to go outside. "Uh, where are you going?"

      "Out."

      "Are you sure?" Myth suddenly looked nervous, Stella noticed.

      "Yes." Angel then left, Myth sighed and slumped back into the couch.

     "Why did you care?" Stella asked, trying to sound as friendly as she could. Toxin had gotten up and left a few moments after Angel did, leaving just Stella and Myth alone.

     "I hear they have an inside pool, I'm gonna-" Myth stood up but Stella grabbed her hand, making her pause.

      Stella stood up and got in front of Myth, "What's wrong?"

      "I-... She-" Myth sighed, pulling her hand away. "Come upstairs, it's private."

     "I-" Stella was going to protest but eventually let it go, "Okay."

~

      "We should talk about it," Mickey said, Pierce's hands paused, slowly looking back at Mickey who stood on the edge of the kitchen. "Pierce..." Mickey sighed, "We need to talk about a lot of shit."

      "Okay..."

      "For starters, are you doing okay?" Mickey asked after he pulled Pierce into the living room. "Your brother is dead... Raven, too."

     "I- I'm doing as best as I can be." Pierce wouldn't meet Mickey's eyes, "I was barely around either of them anymore. It's not like much had changed."

     "Hasn't it, though?"

     Pierce paused before changing the subject, "What about you? Your brother is gone too."

     "He's not gone, he's dead." Mickey's arms crossed, "I still see him, sometimes."

     "Dylan?"

     "Both, Dylan a lot." Mickey moved closer and took Pierce's hand into his, "Raven... What we had, is a thing of the past, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Any of this."

      "Yeah..."

      "I mean, Raven?" Mickey shook his head, "He was a fighter."

     "He really was."