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Moment of Awesome - Rachel Kinross-Dayspring/Revenant: Following their escape from a parasite on the astral plane, Rachel tries to check in with David Haller and [1].


“Does taking care of yourself have to be part of your job before you will do it?” She demanded, resisting the urge to slap the phone of out Haller’s hands when he continued to ignore her. “I’m sorry I let this go on for so long without at least trying to help, and maybe I’m the last person in this place that has the right to lecture you about mental health. But I saw what happened with your powers. How are you going to do your all-important job if you can’t be relied on to use them? What if I wasn’t there? Would you have had Jean burn a hole through the girl’s--?”

Abruptly cutting herself off, Rachel swallowed, carding fingers roughly through messy hair. For a brief moment in time, the façade wavered, long-hidden weariness showing in the curve of her neck and slack shoulders, in plain sight for him to see – If he took enough care to look. With a deep breath, she collected herself and fixed a steely gaze on his phone in lieu of having to bear his dispassionate face. “Are you going to let that hole in your head consume you?”

Something wavered behind Haller's eyes. For just an instant it seemed like the dam would finally crumble. There, in the darkness of the early morning, the space between them teetered on the edge of denial and acceptance.

And then it passed.

The door behind Rachel opened, and the girl was suddenly lifted off her feet and pushed back -- carried by a wave of telekinesis as inexorably as a body being washed out by the tide. It set her down beyond the threshold, and as her feet returned to the floor the door swung closed and locked behind her with a solid, final click.

The last thing she saw was Haller, turning away.

"Oh, so now your powers work!" Rachel snarled, expression ugly and face flushed a mottled red as she raised a telekinetically charged fist at the door, ready to shatter the offending wood into pieces so that some sense could be throttled into her adopted brother.

It never connected.

The redhead dropped her arm limply to her side, destruction aborted as the violent rage left her in a rush as rapidly as it had come. Heartache welled up in its place, for both him and for herself. In the end, her own hurt won, too easily convinced that she was no longer wanted. Gathering fatigue and the physical pain in her chest to ward off tears, Rachel left, expression eerily blank. If Haller wanted to drown in himself, she was not going to stick around to watch it happen.

How funny it was that the people you loved and relied on the most could cut you to the quick the easiest and in the most painful ways.