All alone by the telephone
For Omnicat, who requested: “I will not pretend I am not predictable: YORI and her link to Able.”
Hahahahaha “five sentences” I said. /casually drowns self
Call Me, Call Me
Confusion creeps inside me, ranin’ down
Got to get to you; but I don’t know how
“Please, Able, it’s been so long…if I could just talk to him, hear his voice…”
Able closes his eyes. Users, how this hurts. ”I know you want to, Yori. And believe me, I know how bad he wants to talk to you, too. But somethin’ ain’t right with him. He hasn’t been right since I found him out there. And until I figure out what’s got him glitchin’…”
“I could find out,” Yori insists, eyes blazing. ”I know I could. You know I could. If you’d just take me—”
“You’re staying right where you are,” Able interrupts. ”And I’m sorry, Yori, but I won’t tell him where you are, either. I can’t risk you like that, he’d never forgive me.”
She wants to protest. Wants to shout and rail and force him to bring her to him, or him to her, just so that she can know that he’s really alive and whole. She needs something to hold onto, to keep the isolation from driving her mad.
Able reaches out and takes her small clenched fists into his own large hands, squeezing them gently before reaching into his cloak and bringing out a small, flat object. An image file, imprinted onto a standard-size data-hex.
Yori swallows a sob, tracing the face in the image file with shaking fingers. Pale and scarred and grim, but unmistakably alive, and unmistakably Tron.
“I’ll bring him back to you, Yori. When it’s right. When it’s safe. But in the meantime, you have got to stay alive, you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers. ”I understand.” With an effort she tears her eyes away from the image, looking up into Able’s lined, earnest face. ”You’ll call me? Keep me informed?”
“Always,” Able answers, and pulls her into a tight hug.
It’s the last she ever sees of him.