In Nomine Imperator
A Worm and Warhammer 40.000 crossover fanfiction
Author's notes.
This is my first real foray into the world of writing fanfiction. This story is a crossover between the webserial Worm (all rights etc. belongs to Wildbow) and the tabletop wargame Warhammer 40.000 (all rights etc. belong to Games Workshop). I
WILL mangle the canon of both quite horribly, this is fanfiction after all, thus there will be significant differences from the ordinary Warhammer 40.000 and Worm universes.
Also, if you don't like what I write, no one is forcing you to read it.
I can't make everyone happy, so I will not even try to do so.
Chapter 1
Winslow High School, January 3rd 2011, 2000 Hours, third floor corridor.
Fists pounding weakly on the walls of her locker, Taylor Hebert was desperately trying to get out of her predicament. Earlier in the day, her tormentors had shoved her into her locker, filled with various used feminine hygiene products, left to ferment and fester over the Christmas holidays, and locked her in.
"Someone, God, ANYONE! Please! Please help me! I don't want to die here. Please! I don't want to die." Taylor desperately begged weakly, her last thoughts before succumbing to unconsciousness was of how she should have talked to her father about the bullying.
Unknown location, unknown date, unknown time.
Waking up an indeterminate time later, in a vast hall with a very high Gothic looking arched ceiling, light coming in from the equally tall ornately decorated stained-glass windows depicting what appeared to be holy knights locked in mortal combat with demons, illuminating a room with large columns, and many large statues of men and women in various, unknown to her, types of power armour, Taylor looked around in confusion before settling her eyes on the statue in front of her, depicting a tall armoured woman, with a skull-faced helmet under the left arm.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" She asked out loud, looking up at the statue.
"You are not dead, not yet anyways." A slightly metallic echoing voice said from behind her. Taylor screamed in fright, and whirled around. "Be at ease, young one, Your prayer for help was heard, and answered."
A female appearing figure, roughly 9 feet 6 inches tall, clad in a suit of power armour similar to the statue she was in front of, stood before her.
"Who are You? And where am I?" Taylor asked it? Her?
"I am Sergeant Giorsail, of the Death Talons Chapter Tenth Company, attached to the Third Company, twelfth squad, or her spirit anyway. And You are standing in the Hall of Heroes, in the Fortress-Monastary of the Death Talons Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, in front of the statue erected over my sarcophagus. The Emperor of Mankind brought you here when he heard your prayer. He has decided, in His magnanimous generosity, to help you." the woman said.
"With all due respect, how exactly is he going to that?" Taylor asked, somewhat sceptical.
"He has Seen what ails your world, and in His wisdom decided that I shall be merged with you, granting you my abilites, and memories, that you may use them to defend Mankind from all enemies" Sergeant Giorsail told her. Taylor looked at her with some distrust. "And how are we going to merge? I am not entirely happy with it, you know."
"Fear not, young one. He knows of the stigma associated with these, hmm, Masters, as they are known, and the being known to You as The Simurgh. You will still be you, in essence, but with a more Imperial view on certain things." Giorsail told her. "We will merely touch our hands together, as for a handshake, and the merging shall be done."
"And if I refuse?" Taylor asked.
"Then you shall be sent back from whence you came, and most certainly die." Giorsail told her bluntly.
With a resigned sigh, Taylor made her decision. "Very well, Sergeant. I accept these terms. I have no desire to die."
"Most excellent, young one. Before we begin the merge, I have been told to inform you that when you awaken, there will be a small device near your location. It is a device meant to open a subdimensional pocket containing some equipment for your usage in your endeavours. Use it when you are alone, and in a room with adequate space. Also, you are to contact the local authorites when you have the opportunity, to make your assailants face their crimes." Giorsail told her.
Reaching out, the two clasped their hands together, becoming enveloped in a bright flash of light.
When the light receded, the Hall of Heroes were empty.
Winslow High School, January 3rd, evening unknown time, third floor corridor.
With a heavy breath, Taylor awoke in her locker, feeling extremely cramped in the tight confines, even though the sheet metal of the locker had bent and burst to accommodate her new size. Bracing her back on the fromt of the locker, she pushed against the back wall with her hands, buckling the door, and gaining some space to maneuver her legs into position to properly push against the wall.
With a slight screech of metal, the hinges and lock of the locker door gave way along with the top of the frame, and with a clang and a thud, Taylor landed on her back on the floor of the hallway. Getting up, Taylor couldn't help but look into the remains of her locker, and take an unfortunate breath through the nose. "Eurgh, that shite reeks worse than a Death Guard!" she exclaimed upon laying eyes on the filth. "I can't believe that noone noticed this stench meallta." Looking over herself, checking for injuries, Taylor found herself taller, more muscular, able to see without her glasses, and "Carson, ann an ainm Dorn a tha mi RÙISGTE!" she exclaimed, the rest of the changes she'd undergone temporarily forgotten at that discovery. Deciding that looking for something to wear took priority, Taylor picked up the small device she'd seen at her feet, and walked away from the row of lockers, making her way to the changing rooms, thanking the Emperor that the administration of Winslow hadn't allocated funds to fix the broken security cameras in the school.
Upon entering the girls locker room, Taylor' first action was to head for the showers and wash of the gunk, then start searching for something she could use to make crude coverings. Finding two large towels, she draped them around her hips, then placed the device by her hip, using the towels to hold it in place. "Right, now to actually get someone competent over here." she told herself. Exiting the changing room, and heading for Principal Blackwell's office, Taylor decided upon a plan of action. Upon arriving at the door leading to the secretary's office, Taylor grabbed the handle and found the door unlocked. "Huh? Gun fhosgladh? So much for security." she said, and ducked down as she entered the office. Going over to the secretary's desk, she knelt down to pick up the phone and dialed the number for the police call center, using a ballpoint pen she found in a holder on the desk.
"BBPD Emergency line, how may I be of assistance?" a male voice sai
"Yes, hello? My name is Taylor Hebert, I would like to report an attempted murder, using a biohazardous material, at Winslow High School." she started before being interrupted.
"Is this a joke, ma'am?"
With annoyance, Taylor then exclaimed "NO! This is not a joke. I am in urgent need of assistance, having just escaped from being pushed into and trapped inside my locker, covered in a toxic sludge of decomposing female hygiene products, for I don't know how many hours. Now will you please send someone to help me?" she barked. "Yes, ma'am! We'll send someone as soon as possible, if you'll please stay on the line untill they arrive." the man at the dispatch told her. "Thank you. And have them please bring a king size sheet or something of similar size, so I have something to wear, my clothes didn't exactly survive this." Taylor said.
"So, what exactly do you think we'll find over at Winslow, Jake?" Officer Jane Murphy asked her partner, Jake Petty, as she drove the Ford Crown Victoria police cruiser leading the convoy of police cruisers, ambulance, and fire trucks down the roads and streets towards Winslow.
"I have no idea, Jane. But we're apparently dealing with a bioterrorism incident that some idiot high school kids thought would be fun to shove another student into as a fucking prank. A prank, my ass. That's, at the least, attempted murder." Jake told her.
"Jesus Christ, Jake. That's nasty, even for here." Jane replied. Then after a moments thought, she added: "Hey, what did dispatch say the one who called this in was named?"
"Taylor Herbert. Or Hebert. Or something along those lines. Why?" he asked.
"Because we got a call from a Daniel Hebert a couple of hours ago, reporting his daughter missing. This might be connected to that." she told him.
"Well, we'll be pulling up at Winslow in about five minutes. We'll know for sure then." he replied.
Pulling up at the school, officer Murphy got on the radio. "This is officer Murphy, I advise dispatch that we are 10-99 at Winslow." "This is dispatch, 10-5, officer Murphy. I'll let Miss Hebert know." the reply came swiftly.
Exiting their police cruiser, officers Murphy and Petty retrieved a large sheet from the boot, and a pair of gasmasks they immediately donned, while their colleagues in the two other cars moved to secure the general area around the main entrance to the school, and the crew of the fire trucks donned their hazmat suits.
Walking up to the doors, the two police officers nodded to their colleagues, before venturing inside. "Hmm, That's strange. Those doors should've been locked. Something's wrong here." Jake said. "We'll deal with this later, though. For now, let's just see if we can find Miss Hebert, and then assess the situation with the biohazard she reported."
"Miss Hebert? I have just been advised that the responding police officers have pulled up at the school. If you could please go meet them at the main entrance." the man at the dispatch told her, "they'll take your statement."
"My thanks, officer. May the rest of your shift be uneventful, for a given value of it in Brockton Bay." Taylor said, then ended the call.
Walking towards the main entrance of the school, Taylor became pensive about what reactions she'd elicit, being significantly taller than a normal Human she'd probably scare the police officers half to death due to sheer size alone, but pragmatism winning out, she decided to deal with it when it happened.
Hearing a soft-ish pitter patter of bare feet on the floor, officers Murphy and Petty shone their torches in the general direction of the sound.
"Jesus! You're a tall one." Jake couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing Taylor, a towel covering her hips, the left arm over her chest, walking slightly hunched over, her head reaching almost to the ceiling.
"Ave, Arbites! And well met. Tall, sir? I'm normal sized... For me, anyway. A question, what time is it?"
"Eyes UP, Jake!" Jane all bout shouted at him. "She's still a minor." Jake Petty quickly averted his eyes, by the simple action of turning around. "Introductions, miss Hebert, seeing as we know your name. I am officer Murphy, and my partner here is officer Petty." Walking closer to Taylor, while holding the sheet up, officer Murphy continued. "Here you go, Miss Hebert. One large bedsheet, as requested, though what type of clothes you need it for, I have no idea. Also, it's about a quarter to nine in the evening."
Taking the offered sheet, Taylor wrapped it around her like a toga. "Ah, my thanks, Arbites. The sheet is for use as a toga, as you can see. Now, let me show you to the locker."
"A question, Miss Hebert, before we go. What do you mean by Arbites?" officer Petty asked her, still with his back turned.
"Oh, Arbites means law enforcement officer, sir. I am dressed, officer Petty, after a fashion, so you can turn around." Taylor replied. "Now follow me, please."
The first thing officers Petty and Murphy noticed, before even getting near the floor the row of lockers were on, was the smell, even through their gasmasks. "Holy Jesusfuck! What is that smell?" Officer Petty couldn't help but exclaim, momentarily forgetting his professionalism. "Hmm? Oh, that's just the toxic waste that was stuffed into my locker. Trust me, it's a lot worse up close. I know, I spent a significant amount time in it." Taylor told him.
"I don't think the hazmat guys are equipped to handle this, just based on what I can smell through the mask." Officer Murphy added.
Arriving at the locker, the two police officers looked at the contents of taylor's locker, then exchanged glances. "CDC?" Murphy asked.
"CDC. And the Feds as well." Petty confirmed. "I'll get on the radio, Jane. Could you escort the hazmat guys up here?" He added.
Walking a few feet away from the seeping gunk, he then got on the radio. "Dispatch, this is Petty. Confirmed 10-91 at Winslow. We need the CDC and the FBI on this." "Dispatch to Petty, 10-5. Will contact CDC and FBI. We are sending additional personnel to Winslow. Remain on site for their arrival. We'll update you with 10-81 on FBI and CDC when available."
Looking over at the doors to the stairs, Taylor saw the fire department hazmat personel walking up, escorted by the female police officer. "Right this way, guys. It's definitely bad." Taylor heard officer Murphy tell them.
"We'll see, Murphy." The firefighter just behind her said, his voice distorted by the respirator unit and suit he wore. Arriving at the locker, officer Murphy gestured to it. "Well, as you can see, it's bad."
Looking at each other, then the contents of the locker, then at taylor and the two officers, the two firefighters came to a quick descision. "Right, this is definetely for the CDC to handle." The firefighter from before spoke. "And get on the radio. No one enters this place without wearing a full hazmat suit, not even any of the suits, capes or PRT personnel. And you three are going to go through a decon shower, and then be put into isolated rooms in a hospital, to have a certified healer look you over." He added. "You're going to have to wait somewhere else, that's not outside, for the CDC to arrive, though."
Outside the school, three more police patrol cruisers and a police hazmat van had arrived, with a small convoy of CDC vehicles, and two FBI investigative teams arriving within the next 40 minutes thereafter. The CDC personnel wasting no time in setting up a decontamination unit, and donning their hazmat suits, in preparation for dealing with anything Taylor and the two police officers inside might have been subjected to. Two of the CDC people, and the FBI agents, in hazmat suits, then entered the school to conduct their business, while the rest guided Taylor, Murphy, and Petty through the decontamination process itself.
"Miss Hebert, if you'd please be so kind as to remove the bed sheet and any other pieces of clothing, etc. so that we can proceed with the decontamination." one of the CDC people asked Taylor. "And don't worry miss, we've done this before."
Removing the sheet and towels, and putting the small device next to them, Taylor stepped into the designated decontamination shower area, and let the CDC people hose her down. "Ah, Miss Hebert? What are those metal like things on your body?" one of them asked her.
"None of your concern. They are supposed to be there." was her curt reply.
"Very well, Miss. But they'll have to be cleaned thoroughly, and we'll have to make a note of them, if only for any healers or doctors to know what they are dealing with. Also that device, we'll need to decontaminate it as well, if you want to bring it with you."
Looking at the CDC officer, Taylor merely nodded, though she looked annoyed at his words.
After the decontamination process, Taylor was directed over to a locker where she was handed a set of clothes to wear, consisting of size appropriate underwear, a pair of dark grey sweatpants, a light grey t-shirt, and a pair of cheap trainers. "Right, Miss Hebert. Let's get you and the two officers to a hospital to be fully checked out." Suiting action to words, the CDC personnel had swiftly loaded Taylor and officers Petty and Murphy into seperate vehicles and transported them to Brockton Bay General Hospital.
Brockton Bay General Hospital, 2400 hours, hazmat isolation ward, Taylor's room.
Having been admitted into the hospital, and taken to a room, Taylor was spending the time doing confined space exercises while she was waiting for a doctor to come see her.
Hearing a knock on the door, Taylor was startled out of her rhythm. "Come in," she said, pausing her workout regimen.
Opening the door, a male doctor in a hazmat suit walked into the room, followed by a woman of inderterminate age, dressed in white robes with a high-tech looking mask covering her face, various leather pouches in a belt; and two soldiers, their faces also covered in high-tech masks, weapons at ease. "Ah, good evening Miss Hebert. I am Doctor Hernandez." the doctor said.
"Greetings, Miss Hebert. I am Jutlandia, a healer." the woman continued, with a noticable accent, before noticing her two companions had entered the room just behind her.
Jutlandia then turned towards the two "Hvad Fanden laver I? Kan I komme ud!"
"Vi har order til at beskytte dig." One of them replied.
"Jeg er ligeglad. Det her er et privat anliggende mellem læge og patient." Pointing at the door, Jutlandia then screamed "UD! NU!" The two soldiers exited the room posthaste, taking up guard positions outside the door, while looking a bit disgruntled as the door closed behind them.
"My apologies, Miss Hebert. Those two are my bodyguards, and rather overprotective ones at that. They should have known better than to just enter a hospital room with a non-hostile civilian patient present." she said, then continued. "We were in the area, due to a military exercise. And since the FBI, the CDC and the hospital decided not to bother Panacea, especially since she is a minor and this is a school night, we were requested instead." she continued.
"Ah, good evening, Doctor Hernandez, Miss Jutlandia" Taylor greeted."What do you mean you were requested, ma'am?" Taylor asked.
"Well, requested as in we were the nearest non-anything US affiliated team with a healer." Jutlandia replied.
"Now then, Miss Hebert. Let's get the show on the road, shall we?" Doctor Hernandez interjected. "Jutlandia will provide you with healing. And before you ask, your father is waiting for confirmation that it's safe for him to enter the room at all. As soon as we know it's safe, he'll be brought here." he continued.
Jutlandia moved over to Taylor. "Sit down, please, Miss Hebert." she said. "I'll need to be able to easily reach your shoulders."
Sitting down, Taylor tried her best to remain calm while Jutlandia reached a hand out to touch her right shoulder.
"Hold da helt... You have quite a number of infections and diseases in your body, Miss Hebert. How you aren't dead I have no idea." Jutlandia said. Turning towards doctor Hernandez, Jutlandia then continued. "Doctor Hernandez, if you'd be so kind as to take notes, and make sure that the appropriate authorities gets that list."
"Certainly, Miss Jutlandia."
Jutlandia then proceeded to clear all the stuff that Taylor's transformation hadn't dealt with, with Doctor Hernandez taking comprehensive notes along the way.
"Miss Hebert is now safe to be near, Doctor. All infections and diseases have been cleared from her body."
"Most excellent, Miss Jutlandia. We'll have her father brought here then. I'll just let the nurse on station know." doctor Hernandez said, before exiting the room.
Returning about 15 minutes later with Danny Hebert, doctor Hernandez, now out of the hazmat suit, reentered the room. "Miss Hebert, your father..." was as far as he got before Danny rushed over to hug Taylor.
"Oh God, Taylor. I thought I'd lost you when you didn't get home. The police informed me of what had happened to you. Why didn't you tell me?" he spoke rapidly.
"I thought it would just blow over, I guess. And we were both hurting a lot after mom" Taylor replied. "Besides, involving you would be the nuclear option, you know."
"Please Mister Hebert. Let your daughter breathe." doctor Hernandez interrupted.
"Oh? Yes. Yes, of course, doctor." Danny replied. "Sorry, Taylor." he added.
"It's ok, dad." Taylor replied.
"Mister Hebert, if I may?" Jutlandia interjected. "When I went to heal your daughter, I cleared a number of infections and diseases she had contracted from being exposed to the biohazardous waste in her locker. I would like though, with permission from you and your daughter, to scan her with one of my tools, to get her medical records updated."
"What do you mean by "scan me?"" Taylor asked her.
"Quite simply, Miss Hebert, I do not see my patients' biology as such, when I heal them. Just what my powers have healed. I also can't see the brain, which means I don't heal trauma to the brain. I wouldn't anyway, as I am not a qualified neurosurgeon. I could risk doing more harm than good." Jutlandia told her. "Anyway, I digress. I am, besides a healer, a very minor medical tinker, in that I can produce tools to help me perform my duties. One of these tools is a scanner that I use with permission, if my patients are more severly injured than I expected, so I can refer them to the proper medical personnel. It is this scanner I wish to use on you."
"Can it help Taylor in the future, if she is hurt?" Danny asked.
"Yes, Mister Hebert, it may well help in the future."
"Then you have my permission." turning towards his daughter, Danny asked "Taylor? Does she have your permission?"
"Yes dad, she does. It might help if I need assistance from a healer, and the only one normally available locally is Panacea."
"Thank you, Miss Hebert, Mister Hebert," Jutlandia said. Removing a handheld device from one of her pouches, reminiscent of a barcode scanner, Jutlandia moved over to the bed. "If you could please stand up, Miss Hebert, and move over to a wall. We'll get this over with as fast as possible."
Doing as Jutlandia asked her, Taylor wondered what the scanner woud show.
Pointing the scanner at Taylor, Jutlandia then activated it and ran it up and down her body.
"Det kan da ikke være rigtigt." Jutlandia mused as the scanner gave its results. "I'm going to try scanning you again, Miss Hebert. The scanner gave me some odd readings."
"Sure. Go ahead." Taylor responded.
Repeating the scanning process again, Jutlandia was confused by the results, the same as the first scan.
"Well, the scan gave the same results. So you have a weird biology, Miss Hebert." Jutlandia said.
"Well, what are the results of the scan?" Taylor asked her.
"Ah, yeah. Let's go over the results. Doctor, would you please take notes?" Jutlandia said.
"Certainly, Miss jutlandia." Doctor Hernandez replied.
"First of all, Miss Hebert. The scan shows that you are in great health. It also shows that you have a series of implants and additional organs. These implants and organs are; an additional heart, a lung-like organ, an additional kidney, some sort of metallic coils instead of sinews, various glands around your body I have no idea what does, and some sort of membrane around your brain. Also, your ribs are fused into one continous mass of bones. And there's some sort of carapace like substance covering most of your body. As well as those ports that looks like they are some sort of linkage ports." Jutlandia stated.
"Ah, those things are what makes an Astartes, Miss Jutlandia" Taylor said. "Without them I would not be here."
"Very well, Miss Hebert. In any case, I have done all I can. You're now in the hands of Doctor Hernandez and the staff here at the hospital" Jutlandia told her. "Doctor Hernandez, I'll be taking my leave now. Miss Hebert is your patient after I've signed the paperwork." she then told the doctor.
"Thank you, Miss Jutlandia, for taking your time helping us." Doctor Hernandez replied.
"You're welcome, Doctor." Jutlandia replied, then left the room.
"Well, Miss Hebert, since you're now in good health let's get a meal into you, then we'll finish our paperwork, get you signed out and then home." Doctor Hernandez said. "I would advice you to take it easy for the next few days anyway, but I'm not responsible for what you do outside the hospital. I'll be taking my leave for now, and have a nurse bring you a meal, then I'll be back after you've eaten with the paperwork."
Heading to the door, Doctor Hernandez paused. "By the way, Miss Hebert, when was the last time you ate something?" he asked.
"Hmm? Oh, that was before I left for school. So at about 7 pm, or thereabouts." Taylor replied.
"I see. Well, I'll make sure you get something extra to eat then. Can't have you passing out due to low bloodsugar levels or anything." Doctor Hernandez said. "You're free to stay here, Mister Hebert." Then he left the room.
After the doctor had left the room, Danny walked over to the chair next to Taylor's bed and sat down. Leaning forward he rested his head I his hands. "Oh, Taylor. I am so sorry that I didn't see your problem with bullies. Who are they? And why have the staff and teachers at Winslow not done their job in preventing this?"
Reaching a hand over, and laying it on his shoulder, Taylor replied. "Don't worry, dad. I did hide it from you. I didn't want to give you more to worry about. And the staff and teachers at Winslow are, well, not good at doing their jobs."
"Taylor, I'm your father. I'm supposed to worry about you, it's my job. Not that I've done a very good job at it these past two years."
"Well, yeah. But we were both in a bad place after mom died." Taylor started.
"I don't care, Taylor. If something like this happens again, you
will tell me!"
Taylor and her father then spent the next 15 minutes speaking about the incident, Danny getting more angry at the school administration as the conversation went on, before being interrupted by a knock on the door, which then opened to a female nurse bringing in a large tray on a small wheeled trolley cart.
"Your food, Miss Hebert. It's not exactly warm, but you should eat it all the same." she said
"Thank you, ma'am." Taylor replied.
Placing the tray on the small foldable table attached to the bed, the nurse handed Taylor a set of cutlery, and placed a glass and a jug of water on the bedside table, then left.
Removing the lid of the tray, Taylor made short work of the various slices of meats, hardboiled eggs, ryebread and vegetables on it.
Shortly after Taylor was finished eating, Doctor Hernandez returned to the room carrying a stack of papers. "Hello again, Miss Hebert, Mr. Hebert. I have some paperwork here we need to go over, so we can send it over to the FBI and CDC to help them with their investigations."
Spending the next couple of hours on paperwork, Danny tried somewhat to reign his anger in, as he found out exactly what Taylor had been infected with and subsequently healed of. Not entirely successful at times, as his growls attested to.
"Calm down, dad, please. The bullies
will get their due punishment. As will, hopefully, the staff at Winslow for allowing this to happen." Taylor said.
"They'd better. Or I will make sure that they suffer for their actions, Taylor.
No one hurts my family and gets away with it." Danny growled.
"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that, Mr. Hebert." Doctor Hernandez said. "But I understand you completely. I'm a father myself."
Gathering the finished paperwork, Doctor Hernandez stood up.
"I'll bring these over to the FBI personally, Miss Hebert, Mr. Hebert. If you'll wait here for a bit, I'll have a nurse escort you out, and have some means of transportation home ready for Miss Hebert."
"Thanks, Doctor." Taylor said. "But what about the expenses for my stay here?"
"Ah, don't worry about those, Miss Hebert. The FBI and the CDC will take care of those, as you were the victim of a very serious crime." he told her. "Well, do try to not need being in this part of the hospital any time soon, Miss Hebert. And get some rest when you get home. Doctor's orders."
Leaving the hospital, Taylor and her father saw that there was a small van, marked as a vehicle belonging to the FBI, parked near the entrance they'd been escorted to by a nurse.
"Well, I'll be taking the car home, Taylor. I'll see you there soon." Danny told her, then very akwardly, due to the size difference, he gave her a hug, then went over to his car and drove off with a wave to Taylor.
Nearing the van, Taylor saw a male FBI agent, of about average height, rather non-descript features and with short brown hair, exit the van and open the side sliding door for her.
"Good evening, Miss Hebert, I'm Agent Whittaker. My sincerest apologies, but due to your, eh, rather significant height, you'll have to sit in the back of the van. We've removed most of the seats from this van, as we usually use it to transport boxes and other paraphernalia in, so there should be adequate room for you."
Crouching down as she entered the van, Taylor looked around the interior of it.
"It is fine, Agent Whittaker." she said. "It is, after all, not a permanent solution to my transportation needs."
Hebert household, 0249 Hours
A few hours later, Taylor exited the van, said goodbye to Agent Whittaker, and entered her house.
"I'm home, father." she called out when she'd closed the front door. "I'm just going to get something to drink, then I'll go to bed."
"Ok, Taylor." Danny called out. "But we
will talk about this later. Either tomorrow, or today rather seeing as it's almost three AM, or at the latest this weekend."
"Yes, father." Taylor replied with a sigh,
that conversation would not be fun.
Walking up the stairs, carrying a glass of water, Taylor felt cramped due to her increased size and mass but a warm bed was more important at that moment.
Entering her room, Taylor then drank the water, placing the empty glass on the writing desk, undressed and got into her bed, which creaked under her new weight, her lower legs and feet sticking out from under the covers and almost touched the floor, and then entered resting mode, falling asleep about five minutes later.
