And everything was buried by the deep blue sky.

[hostage]

Date & Time: April 1
Location: Unit 409
Characters: Jesse & Saul
Summary: A boy is reunited with his criminal lawyer.
Warnings: Breaking Bad spoilers y'all.


[It must be a too-familiar sight for his roommates by now: Jesse sprawled on the couch, a mess of old plates and leftovers and crushed cigarettes all around him. He's asleep, but not deeply. Drifting in and out like he's been doing since he "woke up" this morning. He made a good call, giving up cookie duty this month. He'd probably be passed out in that tent right now, rain and cold and everything. It's warm in here, though, and all the warmer for that blanket wrapped around him. The door's left unlocked - yes, even with the recent attack and everything. Jesse's gun is within arm's reach, anyway, tucked right under the couch. And even so, he's not worried. He's too tired.]

Comments

[5055034455]

You realize how this sounds, right?

It sounds crazy.

[He turns his attention back to the liquor.]

Have you always been some little genius and just didn't bother to tell anyone?

[hostage]

Out of all the things here, that's the one that sounds crazy to you?

[5055034455]

One of many things, yes.

[hostage]

I got a superpower, too. How about that?

[5055034455]

A superpower, huh?

[He totally sounds like he's talking to a little kid.]

Where's your cape, Pink Man?

[hostage]

Right here.

[Oh, no. Sorry. That's his middle finger.]

You don't gotta believe me. You'll see it sometime.

[5055034455]

[Real nice, kid.]

Oh, I think I'm seein' it right now. It's being a jackass, right?

[hostage]

I ain't kidding. I really do have one.

[5055034455]

And I'll see it sometime, you said. Why not now?

[hostage]

'cause it's the power to take other people's powers, and you don't got one.

[5055034455]

[Cue an eyeroll.]

Yeah I do. You know what it is? Bullshit detecting.

[hostage]

Whatever.

[5055034455]

Look. My head is two seconds away from exploding. Maybe literally. I showed up here a few hours ago, met a woman who had some weird force field thing going on, saw some even weirder shit while I was walking around, found you, came here, you tell me you're making meth but not making money, and that you've been a prodigy this whole time, and now you're stealing superpowers.

What else? Might as well just put it all out in the open now so there aren't any surprises later, eh? So you steal superpowers. Can you now fly and shoot lasers out of your eyes? Turn into an animal? What else?

[hostage]

[Okay, so Saul was being an asshole a minute ago, but now Jesse feels kind of bad for him. Because he remembers that feeling of being so totally overwhelmed by all this shit. It sucks. Maybe he should be a little more forgiving.

They've honestly barely scratched the surface of all the weirdness in this place. But that's enough for now.]

You probably wanna take a nap or something.

[5055034455]

[Saul stares at Jesse like he's just said the most ridiculous thing ever.

A nap.

How old is he?]

You know what? Sure. Maybe I'll get lucky and wake up in someone's trunk back in the real world, because I've obviously either been knocked unconscious or drugged. This? [He gestures around, indicating not just the room, but everything.] Is not happening.

[hostage]

[Jesse's looking awkward again. It'd probably be nice for Saul if this was all just a dream, but it's not. Should he say that? No, it'll be obvious soon enough.]

...You can take the bottle, too.

[5055034455]

[He's got the bottle and the glass.]

Great. Thanks. I'll give you a call when I wake up if I'm not already tied up and bleeding out in the middle of the desert.

[hostage]

[He winces oh-so-slightly at the image. Really, really not something to joke about anymore.]

Okay.

[5055034455]

[Who's joking?

And off Saul goes, headed for the door with a new plan in mind: sit down with his tablet, take some notes, get drunk, fall asleep, wake up hopefully not half-dead and have a nice laugh about this.]