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"You're really going to do this?  "I'm still not used to the idea of Jack being able to buy and sell his way into pretty much anything he wants. Ever since that day we came to tell Red about Prof. Broom having cancer, Jack had the idea that BPRD needed to be out of the FBI's control. It's true, the bureaucracy of the entire place was not an ideal situation, and since Broom died, things only got worse. I stare at the BPRD building for a few moments after the car stops, almost in a trance until I hear my door open.

"What I mean is", I continue as I step out of the car. " You're sure you want to give Red control of everything?"  The idea has merit I must admit, but Jack doesn't know Red like I know Red. Tom Manning may be the worse director in the entire history of BPRD, but at least he's professional, at least he can defuse the media bomb that Red insists on setting off every few weeks. "You really think he can handle running the show, the WHOLE show?"

This time we have clearance, though I'm not sure how Jack managed to swing that given the fact that he punched Manning in the face last time. I feel my stomach sink as the lift lowers to the basement, the hidden headquarters of BPRD.

"Is it too late to tell you not to go through with it?"  I ask Jack, only half joking.


(posting order is Liz, Jack, Manning. Tag Red in when needed)

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I walk silently to my father's study....my study. It's all mine now. Damn I've been in here more times than I can count, but now it's different. It's been sealed up like a tomb since the day he died. I asked them to, and they did. Well, less asked then threatened Manning and demanded he do it.

I move over to the desk, silently flipping though the pages of the book I left there months ago. It hurts, knowing that my father won't see this. Won't see things get back on track, they way they're supposed to be, the way he always wanted them.

I look over at an open photo album on the edge of the desk. I pick it up and flip though it. All those memories. All the good we did, and no one in the world even noticed most of the time.

"Well, Pop. Hope I make you proud." I say as I pull out one of the pictures of me and Broom in Japan. Liz took it, it was the day before her birthday. I forgot because I almost got killed the night before and wasn't in the best of moods the next day. I picked her some red flowers to make up for forgetting. God, those were the days.

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"Yeah, that makes sense." I say to Jack as I crane my head around to look down the hallway before focusing on Myers. He's just as nervous as Red, but he's better than Manning ever was.

People clap when he talks about getting back to Brooms original vision, and a more cooperative approach between species. No more blindly running into situations that get agents killed before they're even off their probationary period. It sounds wonderful. I zone out a bit, thinking about Broom and how happy he'd be with the changes that will be happening.

"You did good." I whisper as Myers walks by and Abe takes his turn speaking, climbing up on the lift before clearing his throat.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

I smile back at her gently. "I was doing what Trevor would have wanted," I say softly, "nothing but that."

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I sit down in my Father's old chair; it reminds me of when I was younger. Sure I was fully grown by the time I was 5 but it always make me feel like a little kid, sitting in my father's chair.

I lay my head back and look around the room, books everywhere, scrolls and tapestries with old incantations pinned to boards, a view of Abe's tank. Not sure how I feel about that, old Fishface having a full view of what will now be my study, my office. I stand up and flick the switch to close the cover on the glass.

"I'm in charge." I mutter under my breath, mocking Manning's favorite thing to tell anyone who said anything against him. I chuckle a bit at my own joke. "How about that; I'm in charge."

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"Thank you." I lean my head back against Jack's chest and wrap his hands in mine. Everyones looking at Abe, listening to the ideas he's had for sometime that Manning told him were stupid. "Broom would be so happy." I tilt my head to the side and look into Jack's eyes. "Everyone is happy." I say with a little smile. "Well, maybe not Manning, but most everyone."

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I smile again thinking of Trevor, this is what the Master didn't understand when he called me a freak. Sometimes freaks can do more then ordinary humans when given the chance.

"Trevor would love every second of this," I reply, "I'll bet you he's watching right now from his afterlife."

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Damn, it is weird. Me, in charge. I should thank Jack when I see him. I wonder why he's doing this? I wouldn't do it; put me in charge of an organization like this. All those lives and all those people to worry about.

Guess it's all on me now. I never realized how hard Father had it, trying to run this place with Manning breathing down his neck. I should have been more cooperative when he was alive. I should have...told him how much I appreciated him.

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"I know he would." I give Jack's hand a gentle squeeze, sighing happily at the idea of Broom watching over us. Abe's done talking, and everyone has rushed forward to talk to him about all the changes. He shoots me...or maybe Jack, a pleading look. He didn't escape fast enough, like Red and Myers did. Maybe it was just the misfortune of being last to speak to the group.

"Oh no." I say quietly to Jack. "Blue's trapped." I say with a little frown. "Think we should go rescue him, or go check on Red?" Myers is fine, I'm sure.