[open] you can't hide from your shadow

[franciscoramon]

who: cisco + people
what: catch-all
when: june & july
where: various places
warnings: will add as needed

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[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco raises his eyebrows when Skye says she's had blood drawn so many times she's totally used to it. Sounds fishy to him, but different universes, different rules, maybe. She doesn't offer any more information, and he's not going to push his luck, when there is other information that might be more important.

It takes her a little time to actually reveal it, but her answer is extremely - surprisingly - practical. ]

Listen, back home I worked with the Flash. Not Wally. It's a long story. Anyway, I don't know how they do it in your world, but we were very into the whole secret identity thing. So... not only is the tech I got in here, that I'm gonna use to process this, not hooked up to the net, but it can't be. Doesn't have the capacity. Only way anybody is getting any data off these bad boys is to rock on up through the front door in person, and I don't leave that door unlocked.

[ Is his security perfect? No, of course not. He'd even had some designs stolen, though that had been by someone who could turn his whole body invisible, which seems like cheating. It's not an absolute guarantee of safety, but he hopes it will reassure Skye a little. As he wipes her arm with the iodine and then starts to take the first sample, he continues: ]

Trust me, I wouldn't wanna be on any kinda list either. This is all just between us. Ain't nobody else's business.

[ He only draws a small amount of blood, split between two vials - just enough that he won't have to repeat this again. He slaps (okay, gently places) a bandaid on her arm and then, because it can never hurt, offers her a tootsie pop from a cup of them by the computer. They're usually just there for him to eat, but he wants to lighten the mood a little, if he can. ]

I spent about... half a year, lying about not having powers. To everybody. Even my best friend, who also had powers. I get- not wanting people to know. Not wanting it to be real. I've been there.

[evite]

[ does she take the candy? of course she does. he's not technically a stranger anymore, and more importantly, she appreciates the post-draw distraction for what it is. it allows her fingers some action as they go to work nimbly peeling off the paper wrapper — which, apparently, doesn't come with stars and indians on the moon. a small disappointment. ]

I don't want to lie to people.

[ honest enough, but the statement is surprising even to skye. she had been lying — if you counted lying by omission, which most people with better morals than her certainly did — to just about everyone she'd met thus far... up until the point where she couldn't keep doing it without seeming like she'd lost her mind. the reality of injuries and pain was simple. you had to be honest, or you weren't getting better. ]

I mean, I don't want to broadcast it either, but I don't want to lie about it. This. [ a beat. ] I don't want to lie about who I am, you know?

[ she watches him for a brief moment as he busies himself with putting away the vials and various odds and ends of the process. he's methodical, but relaxed; not quite as high-strung as jemma, not quite as scatterbrained as fitz, just... comfortable. she likes it. it puts her at ease. ]

Can I ask what you're testing it for? I'm assuming you're not running a blood test to tell me I have high iron counts.