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>>“No, no, we should definitely try again. Maybe we can just hole up in my apartment for a weekend and just unplug and turn off all the phones... And I promise…there will be no apples there.”

"That sounds like a plan" she smiled, eyes on the road. It was Sunday morning; if everything had gone according to plan, they woud still be in bed now. But tomorrow - tomorrow meant back to work, either way. That's what Mondays are for. "We should definitely do that."

Too bad the mini-holiday went south like this. Glancing over at Jorge, she smiled again; it was just like them, doing the whole 'I love you' thing in a hospital, after a mutant attack. She really wanted to spend more time with him.

"... or we can just do this." she concluded and turned the wheel; tires screeched as the Impala took the nearest exit, and Gemma chuckled to herself. Good thing her kids would never find out about this.

A few minutes later, the Impala was parked in front of a cozy little building that said Bed & Breakfast, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Gemma got out, and left Jorge behind, not really bothering with an explanation; the gist of it should have been dawning on him by now, and there was no need to go into details just yet.

A few minutes later she returned, leaning down to look in through the window.

"Guess what, they had a free room, decent meals, and no apples or other fruits whatsoever." she grinned, dangling a set of keys "No reception though, sadly. And they seem to think we are someone famous." she chuckled "So, would you like to go home to your apartment, or would you rather claim I've kidnapped you and held you hostage?"

>>“I think I love you.”

Gemma sighed. It was a happy, content sigh. He was beaten up and exhausted, but he was going to be all right, and so was she. Everything was fine with the world.
She hadn't been in love for a very long time. It seemed like... a very long time. She was not lonely, she had kids, and friends, and people she could trust... but someone to care so deeply for, that was something else. She was wise enough to know it when it happened.

"I think I love you too" she said simply, enjoying the embrace for a few quiet moments "... unless that was the medicine talking, in which case, I want some of what you had too." she added with a smirk, kissing him.

It was a nice moment. All right, so not quite perfect, but so what. It was still good for the two of them.

A few mintues later, the doctor came back. He was bound to, sooner or later...

>>“Gemma. I’m…glad that…you’re okay,”

"I'm fine" she smiled, handing him the cup of water. Doctors told her he was dehydrated when they brought him in; it was his connection to his powers that had been strained.

>>“Thanks. I feel exhausted. Like I’ve been running a month long marathon. God, our weekend. Gemma, I’m so sorry. Just seems like we can’t get a moment’s peace, can we?”

"It doesn't matter" she smiled, covering his hand with hers "It's not like it was our fault. Things like this just... happen. On the birght side, we were there to stop most of it."

Leaning over, she hugged him, burying her face in his neck. "Once you get better, we can get out of here, and look for another place to hide... one of them's bound to work."

The tree fell. It hit the ground with a deafening crack, and Gemma couldn't help but feel like they just broke someone, a living person, in half. But, on the plus side, the apples fell too, and started to shrink. It looked like it was finally over.

Jorge collapsed.

In the next moment, Gemma was by his side; she put the gun down to be able to hold him up. Chenking to see how bad he got hurt, she felt worried and scared, even though the fight was over.

"You did it" she muttered "You really did it."

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she collected her thoughts about what to do next. Reaching into Jorge's pockets, she finally found his cellphone. Now the only thing left to do was to call MRC and tell them they had just been attacked by mutant apples. And won.

Once she made all the calls she needed to make, she put the cellphone down. Now they just had to wait till the ambulance, police, MRC, etc. showed up. The orchard was eerily silent; everything was wet, cold, and unmoving. Gemma wrapped her arms around Jorge, and waited.

>>“Come on Gemma. I don’t think we’re wanted here any more.”

"And what do you think we should do n..."
She never got to finish that sentence. A huge apple fell, straight for Jorge's head; he dodged and rolled, trying to avoid ending up the same way Johnny did. Gemma did the same; she ran for the safety of the only stop in the orchard where they did not hae apples right above them.

>>“B-Blooooood for….blooooood! Al…killed….now…I killllllllll… No one…have her! Not Al…Not YOU!!”

The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place. Jealousy. Murder? Gemma sighed, not even surprised anymore that a tree was talking to them. Mutant were capable of doing weird things, even after their death.

An apple fell, straight towards Jorge. Gemma jumped, and pushed him out of the way, both of them falling to the ground from the momentum.

"Al is dead!" Gemma yelled "And you are going to kill Peggy too if you don't stop this! She is scared, and sad, and your apples are going to kill her like everyone else!"
It was a shot in the dark, but it was worth a shot .

"We are mutants too, Jonny!" sh continued, talking to the tree "We want to help you."

>>“Both. I found a mutant in Western Australia who could make long distance portals. We traded services, and I ended up here.”

"That's good to know about." Gemma nodded, and made a mental note to talk to Sam about it later. It was always good to know that mutants like that existed, and that there was a way to get to the US from Australia via portals. Information like that was gold.

>>“Yeah, okay. Sure. I can behave. Um...thanks. For everything. I realise I've been a bit of a dick this morning, but to be fair, put yourself in my position. And if it's any comfort to you both, I rarely drink like I did last night. You, ah, caught me in a bad moment.”

"Apology accepted" Gemma smirked "And if you are telling the truth, I see nothing wrong in letting you stay. We have had a few visitors who showed up under much worse circumstances..."

She did not mention the girl she hit with her car, or the young lady who invaded the mansion with an army of spiders. It was enough to say the Mansion has seen a lot of interesting people come and go...

>>“I've done most of my schooling, it's just the last couple of years that I didn't finish. So, ah, how much does it cost for rent in a place like this?”

>>"No rent Mat. It's free to live here."

"That is so." Gemma nodded, smiling at Andrew, then turned back to Mat "We will need to do the paperwork later, and find you a room. Andrew already has a roommate, I think." she added with a grin "Andrew, can you please give him the tour of the mansion? I have some things I need to take care of. I'll meet you in my office once you are finished with the tour."

>>“Run, Gemma! Now! Head for the barn!”

And she ran. She ran past Jorge, and ran past the apples that were still kind of confused by the water that was blocking their way. She could tell how her abilities would affect Jorge; but she had no time to think about it.
And she ran.

Reaching the barn, she looked in, keeping the gun ready to fire at anything that would attack her. She could not see Johnny anywhere. Just how wide his range in anyway, she mused, rounding the barn and running on, following the path. The bay was controlling an army of mutant apples, and he was not even within sight.

"Damn."