Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“I really must insist,” Leon says awkwardly, looking around at the packed guest bedroom, “that we …thin the crowd. Just a bit.”

“Well, I’m not leaving,” I say, stepping forward and bouncing Rafe in my arms as I look down at my sister laying on the bed. Cora is awkward and uncomfortable as she looks around at the collection of investigators, at Roger, at me, Rafe, and Sinclair, all standing around her. Leon sits primly squeezed into a chair at her side.

“Perhaps…the child?” Leon suggests and I sigh, realizing that he’s right. I turn to Sinclair, my eyes pleading.

“Can you?” I ask.

Sinclair blanches at me. “Ella – I have to be here to hear this

”

“Please,” I say, stepping towards him. “Maybe we can….like, is there a way to make a video feed? Or sound? So you can hear in another room?”

Leon’s eyebrows go up. “That would work,” he says, looking at Sinclair, who nods firmly, reaching out for Rafe.

“I owe you,” I whisper to him, standing on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and handing the baby to him. “I can’t leave her.”

“I understand,” Sinclair murmurs back, “I’ll send someone up with AV equipment in a few minutes.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb before signaling to the investigators to leave the room with him. I turn back to my sister and then blink when I see Roger still standing in the

corner, his arms crossed.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask, surprised.

Roger just stares at me for a moment, apparently appalled that I would ask. “I’m the lead investigator on this, Ella!” he informs me, frustrated, throwing out an explanatory hand. “I need to be here! To ask questions! To guide the investigation!”

“Ooooookay!” I say, putting my hands up placatingly. “I just didn’t know lead investigators were usually so pissy.”

“Pissy!” Roger gasps, leaning forward to me, aghast. “Ella, I –”

“Roger,” Leon says, holding up a hand towards him. “We need a calm environment for this to work, and your level of agitation is…non–conducive.”

Roger stares at Leon, his mouth open, shocked to have been put in his place so politely.

“Yeah,” Cora says, grinning at Roger and wrinkling her nose at him. “So, in other words, stop being so pissy.”

Roger stares between us for a moment and then leans back against the wall with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and raising a hand to press the bridge of his nose between his fingers.” Sisters…” he mutters, “I am never again spending any time at all with…sisters.”

A younger member of Sinclair’s team enters quietly then, nodding to me and beginning to set up a computer and a microphone on Cora’s far side. He works quickly while Roger composes himself

the ether shot. I sit down on the end of the

the only thing near enough for me to touch – and mouth “thank you” to her.

back on the pillow, nodding to me

comforting hand on her shoulder that

this. “I

are a little

guide you back to your memories of that day. You’ll hear my voice, and

accessed your memories, Roger will join me in asking you some questions. Is that all

right?”

asks, looking anxiously up at

doctor assures her, tightening his hand a little on

you’d like. And if you’d like to give permission to your sister as

whenever she gives the word as well, if she sees that you are in distress. Would you

sister permission for

me for confirmation. I

as

then,” Leon says, smiling around at Cora and Roger and me. “Then

nice and easy.”

exhales a deep breath and closes her eyes again. She doesn’t

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long

behind her eyelids as the ether takes over and

enters a dreamy half–awake state. I watch her,

Cora, Roger comes and sits

I give him a warm little nudge of my shoulder,

minutes earlier. I’m glad

says quietly after a

a peaceful smile on her face.

you?” he

apartment,” Cora replies, her voice carefree. I blink, surprised.

own hypnotic

notepad out of the bag at his side,

a

makes a noncommittal noise. “Eh. I’d rather be

like work,

and smile, my heart warming to see her happiness.

voice breezy. “And busy.”

don’t you go to work now, and tell me when you’re there.” There’s

continues. “What day is it, Cora?” he asks, his

stupid for asking.