Book 14 – Opening Narration (with Jan’s Intel Recap)

Cherry had the information she was looking for.

The interrogations with Jan had been a success — more than anyone expected.

Jan had broken.

She told Cherry everything: the Guardians’ plan to take over the holodeck, to use Eve’s child as their prototype, the first of a generation of “holodeck babies.” Children engineered not to live freely, but to perform, so the Guardians could feed on human emotion without ever risking their own.

It was the kind of intel you didn’t just carry — it carried you. It pulled at Cherry’s ribs, pressed into her lungs, made every breath feel heavier.

Now what am I going to do with it? she thought.

How can I get back to Eve and Lisa? Is it even possible?

The success had come at a cost. She had wrung Jan dry, but in doing so, she’d wrung herself out too. Her body ached, her nerves hummed like wires. She needed a break — a real one.

So she started walking.

Long morning walks, before the city stirred. Empty streets, quiet storefronts, a world that felt almost honest in its half-light.

And it was on one of those walks, when her guard was lowered just enough, that her neighbor would stop her with a story. Casual, ordinary — and sharper than anything Jan had confessed.

Chapter 1 – Morning Walk

“Morning!”

Cherry looked up. Mrs. Keene from two doors down was coming along the sidewalk, a grocery bag balanced against her hip.

“You’re out early,” Mrs. Keene said brightly. “I used to walk mornings myself. Clears the head.”

Cherry gave a small nod. “That’s the idea.”

Mrs. Keene lingered, eyes narrowing with the urge to share something. “My youngest… she gave us hell at school. Always rebelling. They finally sent her away for a bit. A discipline school.” She shook her head, half smile, half sigh. “I was furious at first. But she came back steadier. Different.”

Cherry tilted her head. “Different how?”

Mrs. Keene lowered her voice like she was repeating something secret. “She said they had her do mirror exercises. Wouldn’t explain much. She said the time there was traumatic but she came back intact and a better person. 

She shifted her bag and moved on, humming to herself.

Cherry stood in the silence she left behind.

Her jaw was tight, her breath shallow.

It wasn’t just a story.

It was a parable.

And it was already waiting for her.

Scene – The Arrest

Brad, Ling, Cherry, and Artimus sit in a dim room, voices low but urgent.

Cherry (quiet, steady):

“They’re going to arrest me. I know it. I’ll be sentenced for insubordination.”

Artimus (leaning forward):

“How do you know?”

Cherry (flat):

“I saw a parable. And a parable is the best predictor of the future right now.”

Brad (fists clenched):

“Then we fight them.”

Artimus (firm, quick):

“That’s right. We can hide you.”

Ling (shaking his head):

“Yeah — but for how long? Sounds like another cage. What did the parable say? What was the actual sentence?”

Cherry doesn’t answer. A knock pounds at the door. The room goes still. Brad half-rises, ready to block it, but Cherry lifts a hand.

Cherry (resolute):

“No. I won’t hide.”

She crosses the room and pulls the door open. Two Guardians stand there, their faces unreadable. Before she can draw breath, cold cuffs snap around her wrists.

Brad curses under his breath. Ling surges forward, but Artimus catches his arm.

Artimus (hoarse):

“It’s done.”

Cherry lifts her chin as they lead her away, her eyes burning with something fiercer than fear.

Scene – The Living Room

Morning light filters through the curtains. Lisa settles baby Honey gently into his cradle. Eve sets her knitting aside, worry flickering in her eyes. The door opens, and Sapphire steps in, her face pale but composed.

Sapphire (quiet, urgent):

“They’ve arrested her.”

Eve (sharply, already knowing):

“Cherry?”

Sapphire (nodding):

“She’s being sentenced. The hearing is today. We’re allowed to go.”

Eve turns wide-eyed to Lisa.

Eve (voice breaking):

“Oh my God… Lisa?”

Lisa (measured, steadying her):

“It’s okay. Maybe they’ll be lenient.”

Eve (shaking her head, trembling):

“Lenient? Lisa, I can’t— I can’t deal with this. They better not hurt her.”

Lisa crosses to her, taking her hands, holding her still. Sapphire moves closer too, standing behind them like a pillar, her presence a quiet strength.

Scene – The Sentencing Chamber

The chamber hums with resonance. Cherry stands cuffed at the center, resonance dampeners glowing. Lisa, Eve, and Sapphire sit to one side, their faces pale with tension. Guardians line the semicircle above them.

Councilor One (cold):

“Cherry, you stand accused of insubordination. You will be scanned. The mirror will show what you believe you deserve, and you will endure it.”

Eve surges to her feet, trembling but fierce.

Eve:

“If this is justice, then it must be fair. She is not alone. Lisa and I will share her sentence — two-thirds of it, as much as she bears. That is fairness.”

Cherry turns toward her in shock, but Eve doesn’t falter.

Lisa (standing beside her, voice cool and cutting):

“And remember — you want me in your holodeck. You want my art. But if you show cruelty here, my work dies. I will not create brilliance under injustice.”

The Council murmurs, uneasy. Then Sapphire rises, her presence regal and maternal.

Sapphire (resonant):

“Cherry risked her life for me. If you must punish, then let it teach, not destroy. Among our people, discipline changes thought — it does not waste it. As her mother in bond, I claim that right.”

The chamber wavers in silence. Then Rex steps forward, every movement carrying the weight of his crown.

Rex (prince, voice thunderous):

“I stand as Sire of Gardenia. I do not deny the mirror — it is your law. But if you demand justice upon one who is bound to me, it will be carried out through crown and family. Not faceless tormentors. If you claim order, then honor balance. Vote now, but dare not to deny crown and family both.”

The chamber stills. One by one, the Councilors raise their hands. The ruling falls heavy in the silence: Cherry will remain dampened in Gardenia, her punishment shared with Eve and Lisa, administered in part by Sapphire and Rex.

Eve grips Lisa’s hand. Sapphire bows her head, resolved. Cherry exhales, steady despite the chains. The parable had spoken that I would come out of this intact and better. 

Scene – The Day of the Mirror

The room is dim, quiet. Eve paces, hands twisting. Lisa sits nearby, folding a blanket, watching her with steady eyes.

Eve (voice low, trembling):

“I’m really scared, Lisa. If I was mirrored… I might come back dead. And Cherry — she’s probably like me in that way.”

Lisa (looking up, frowning):

“You think you deserve death?”

Eve (nodding quickly):

“I think my own judgments of others would come back to haunt me. I’m not impartial.”

Lisa (firm, calm):

“Yes, you are — if you have all the information.”

Eve (shaking her head):

“Yeah, but I don’t look for the information. If someone hurts my family? That’s it for me. No second chances. And how many times have I hurt people?”

Lisa (gentle, steady):

“You wouldn’t violate anyone unless it saved their life somehow. You’re actually a good person.”

Eve (quietly, almost ashamed):

“Then why did I have to spank Cherry? I wish I had that one to do over now.”

Lisa (soft smile, a sigh):

“Yes… but it was out of love. Even if it’s a stupid tradition.”

Eve (eyes wet, voice breaking):

“I mean, I always did it because I loved her. I know she knows that. But I’m scared, Lisa. I know Cherry. She’s… got some demons.”

Lisa (leaning forward, searching her):

“How is she going to feel when we take on her demons?”

Eve’s voice drops to a whisper.

Eve:

“I wonder if we can watch. I’m going to request it.”

Lisa (brows lifting):

“Why?”

Eve (steady now, a spark of resolve):

“Because maybe there’s a way… to not take it on.”

Lisa sits back, studying her, silence filling the space as the weight of Eve’s words hangs between them.

Scene – The Oracle

The chamber flickers with a soft, otherworldly glow. The Oracle’s voice is calm, distant, yet piercing — like it’s speaking through time itself. Eve and Lisa stand together, listening.

Oracle (measured, resonant):

“Be prepared to see what Cherry thinks she deserves. The mirror only shows what lies inside. And what you think you deserve… eventually finds you, in different ways, whether you seek it or not.”

Eve (half-laugh, half-sigh):

“I’m always getting spanked by life. Constantly.”

Oracle (gentle, almost amused):

“If you are spanked in the course of loving someone, perhaps that reveals you more clearly than anything else. It shows who you are inside. You may choose to see it as punishment. But from my perspective… it is your coming out party.”

Eve looks down, chewing her lip. Lisa touches her arm lightly. The Oracle continues, voice dropping to a hum like a vibration through the floor.

Oracle:

“Watch Cherry. Take it all in. And when she cannot see herself clearly — show her. Reflect to her not only her demons, but her true essence hidden inside them.”

The glow fades, leaving silence. Eve exhales shakily. Lisa nods, solemn, as if she already understands.

Scene – The Chamber of the Mirror

The Council chamber hums with resonance, the air thick with ritual. Rows of Guardians line the walls, silent and expectant. At the center, the holodeck platform glows faintly, ready. The mirror field shimmers like liquid silver, waiting to be awakened.

Cherry is brought in by two attendants. Her wrists are unbound but her resonance is still dampened, her shoulders squared in defiance. Eve and Lisa sit behind a low rail, close enough to see every flicker of her expression. Sapphire stands nearby, regal and watchful.

Councilor One (formal, cold):

“Cherry. Today you will carry out your sentence. The mirror will reveal what you believe you deserve. You may resist it only by thought — no other way.”

Cherry glances back at Lisa and Eve. Lisa’s eyes steady her; Eve grips the rail, white-knuckled. Cherry gives them the smallest nod — then steps up onto the platform.

The silver field rises, wrapping her in light. The hum deepens. For a breath, nothing happens.

Scene – The Mirror Simulation

The chamber hums. Eve and Lisa sit behind a low rail, Sapphire beside them, as the silver field shimmers and draws Cherry in. The mirror steadies, forming into a classroom.

Chalk dust hangs in the air. Children sit stiff in rows. Cherry is one of them.

The teacher slaps the paddle against his palm. His eyes narrow.

Teacher (stern, clipped):

“Cherry. Up here. Now.”

On the viewing platform, Eve grips Lisa’s hand.

Eve (low, urgent):

“Oh God… Lisa.”

Inside, Cherry scrapes back her chair. She walks to the front. The teacher bends close, his voice low but sharp.

Teacher:

“You do not talk back to me. Ever. Is that clear?”

Before she can answer, he seizes her arm, bends her over the desk. The paddle comes down hard —

CRACK.

Eve flinches, a gasp tearing from her throat. Lisa tightens her jaw, squeezing Eve’s fingers. Her eyes don’t move from Cherry.

CRACK.

Eve presses her other hand to her mouth, tears brimming. Lisa’s face hardens, pale, but her gaze never wavers.

CRACK.

Cherry jerks with the last strike, her breath caught in her chest. She stays bent, gripping the desk, cheeks burning.

The teacher straightens, voice still low.

Teacher:

“Don’t test me again.”

Cherry stumbles back to her desk, lowering herself gingerly onto the hard seat. Her classmates stare straight ahead, silent, pretending not to see. But Lisa and Eve see everything.

Eve (hoarse, whispering):

“They can’t do this to her again. I can’t let them.”

Lisa (quiet, steel in her voice):

“Then tomorrow, we go in.”

The classroom fades. Cherry slumps as the mirror releases her, the marks still blazing across her skin. Eve’s tears fall freely now. Lisa stays composed, but her grip on Eve’s hand trembles with fury.

Scene – In Sapphire’s Quarters, After the Punishment

Cherry lies on the cushioned bench, pale, welts still fresh. Eve cradles her head, kissing her hair. Lisa sits close, Sapphire kneels with a cloth, steady and gentle.

Eve (softly):

“Honey… do you remember what you said to that teacher that set him off?”

Cherry (weak laugh, wincing):

“He gave my friend a demerit she didn’t deserve. So I said… ‘If I finish this math problem in my head without writing it down, you should at least let her slide this time, don’t you think?’ I was being sarcastic.”

Eve bursts into tears and laughter at once, kissing Cherry all over her face. Lisa and Sapphire both smile despite the tension in the room.

Eve (through tears):

“You smartass. That’s what I love about you. You don’t just think quick — you use it to defend people.”

Cherry (groaning, half-smile):

“Smartass like a dumbass. Look where it got me.”

Sapphire (firm, maternal):

“No, Cherry. Even young, you were brave. You used your gift to help the one who needed it. You didn’t let him silence you. You saved me the same way later — never giving up, even when it was dangerous.”

Lisa (nodding):

“You saw your friend was cornered. That demerit wasn’t deserved, and you knew it. So you stepped in.”

Cherry (voice cracking):

“Then why did he have to hate me? Why try to break me for something so small?”

Sapphire (quiet, certain):

“Because your gift threatened him.”

Eve (stroking her cheek, whispering):

“And you probably thought he’d be glad you could do the problem in your head, didn’t you?”

Cherry (eyes widening):

“Yes… how did you know?”

Eve (gently, realizing):

“Because you weren’t really being sarcastic, were you? You thought you were helping. You only called it sarcasm because everyone told you it was.”

Cherry (hesitant, small):

“…Maybe. Yeah.”

Eve kisses her forehead tenderly.

Eve:

“You didn’t deserve that. Any of it.”

Cherry (searching her eyes):

“Then why do you call me a smartass?”

Eve (smiling through tears):

“Because you are smart — and you’ve got a cute, lovable ass, so I just add that too. And because I know your heart. When I say it, it’s never to tear you down. It’s to remind you that I see the whole of you — clever, brave, and mine.”

Cherry lets out a shaky laugh that melts into a sob, burying her face against Eve. Lisa squeezes her hand. Sapphire keeps tending her welts with quiet, motherly care. For the first time since the mirror, Cherry allows herself to rest, safe in love.

Scene – Eve’s Mirror Day

The chamber hums again. Eve steps forward onto the platform, her jaw set. Cherry clutches her arm at the rail, whispering desperately:

Cherry (hoarse):

“Don’t. Please, don’t go in.”

Eve (firm, meeting her eyes):

“I told you. You’ll never carry this alone again.”

The mirror rises, scanning. Cherry’s thoughts ripple, shaping the scene. The classroom forms — but it’s sharper now, darker at the edges. The teacher looms with the paddle. Children whisper in their desks. Eve is pulled forward, bent across the desk just as Cherry had been.

The teacher’s voice is sharp, booming:

Teacher:

“You do not talk back to me!”

The paddle cracks down once. Eve jerks at the sting, but then twists her head, looking back at him. Her voice breaks the silence, trembling but strong:

Eve:

“I thought you’d be happy I could do the math problem in my head. Proud of me. I promise — I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic.”

The classroom stills. The teacher hesitates. The children stare. From the rail, Lisa leans forward, eyes wide.

Eve (louder, steady now):

“But if you still want to hit me… then strike my face. So I can see you do it.”

The teacher falters, the paddle wavering. The mirror shimmers, the scene flickering, unstable. Cherry grips the rail, tears spilling.

Cherry (shouting):

“Stop! Stop it! She’s not me — it’s not her!”

The mirror ripples again, the classroom dissolving into silver haze. Eve staggers upright, her cheek flushed, her eyes fierce. She stumbles out of the holodeck and straight into Lisa’s and Cherry’s arms.

Eve (breathless, to Cherry):

“You weren’t sarcastic, honey. You were just trying to help. I wanted him to see it.”

Cherry breaks, sobbing into her shoulder. Lisa wraps them both up, her own tears brimming. Sapphire watches, regal and still, her voice low and certain:

Sapphire:

“The mirror has no answer for love that speaks the truth.”

Scene – Sapphire’s Quarters, After Eve’s Mirror Day

Eve limps slightly as they guide her into Sapphire’s quarters. Cherry supports one arm, Lisa the other. Sapphire ushers them to the cushioned bench, her face both stern and tender.

Eve (waving them off):

“It’s nothing. Just one smack.”

Sapphire (firm, coaxing):

“Come on, Eve. Let us check you. Please.”

Eve (groaning, rolling her eyes):

“Alright, alright!”

Cherry and Lisa help her lower her trousers, careful, gentle. A small red mark is visible across her backside — not deep, but sharp enough to sting. Sapphire kneels with a cool cloth, dabbing the welt with practiced care.

Eve (grinning faintly):

“Okay, enough. Give me my cotton shorts.”

She pulls them on, settling back against the cushions. Cherry and Lisa flank her, each taking turns rubbing her sore skin through the thin fabric, soft and playful, easing the sting.

Eve (snorting):

“That guy couldn’t even aim right.”

Lisa (deadpan, teasing):

“Your butt’s a bigger target than your face. Why did you ask for the smaller target?”

Eve (laughing, eyes sparkling):

“Because he’d probably have missed my whole face — he was that bad at it!”

The room bursts into laughter — Cherry doubled over, Lisa shaking her head, even Sapphire’s composure breaking into a chuckle. The heaviness of the chamber is gone, replaced with belly laughter, warmth, and relief. Eve finally sighs, curling into Cherry’s side, her laughter fading into soft breaths.

Within minutes, she’s asleep — still smiling.

Scene – Lisa’s Mirror Day

The chamber hums again. Lisa rises smoothly, brushing invisible dust off her clothes, her eyes sparkling even in the heavy silence. Cherry catches her hand at the rail.

Cherry (hoarse, desperate):

“Don’t. You don’t have to—”

Lisa (firm, steady):

“Yes, I do. You saw Eve turn your punishment into truth. Let me turn it into something else. Watch me.”

She steps onto the platform. The mirror rises, silver waves hardening into the familiar classroom. The teacher waits, paddle in hand. The children whisper. But something is different — Cherry’s thoughts aren’t as sharp with guilt. There’s uncertainty, even defiance mixed in. The scene flickers as if the mirror itself can’t settle.

The teacher points the paddle at Lisa.

Teacher (sharp):

“You will not speak out again!”

Lisa smirks. Her voice drips with cool confidence.

Lisa:

“Oh, but I will. I always do. Because someone has to.”

He yanks her forward, bends her across the desk. The paddle cracks once. Lisa gasps — but lifts her head with a grin.

Lisa (mock-cheerful):

“See, that’s your problem. You thought a smack would silence me. But it just gave me a bigger audience.”

The children titter nervously. Even the mirror seems to ripple at her defiance. The teacher raises the paddle again, striking harder. Lisa winces — then laughs, loud and sharp.

Lisa (calling out):

“Three more, and I’ll start selling tickets!”

Eve grips Cherry’s hand tight at the rail, tears in her eyes, but a smile breaking through.

Eve (whispering):

“She’s turning it into a show.”

The third strike lands. Lisa cries out, but the sound twists into a theatrical groan. She lifts her head, eyes sparkling, meeting Cherry’s gaze across the shimmer.

Lisa:

“Still standing. Still me. Always me.”

The classroom falters, the teacher’s outline blurring. The mirror quivers, unable to sustain humiliation when it’s turned into performance. With a shimmer, the scene collapses. Lisa straightens, flushed and marked, but proud. She walks out tall, her smirk still on her lips.

Cherry breaks, rushing forward, catching her in her arms.

Cherry (choking on tears):

“You made it a play. You made them laugh. You— you didn’t let it own you.”

Lisa (holding her close, whispering):

“That’s the point, Cherry. Punishment only works if you believe in it. And we don’t. Not anymore.”

Sapphire steps in behind them, her voice warm, sure:

Sapphire:

“Three days. Three mirrors. Three truths. And now… Cherry, what will you believe about yourself from here?”

Cherry looks at Eve, at Lisa, at Sapphire — her body trembling, her eyes wide with the dawning realization that the mirror only has power over her if she gives it power.

Scene – After Lisa’s Mirror Day

Lisa walks out of the mirror chamber flushed, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the sting. Eve is already there, sliding her arm under Lisa’s and guiding her toward the couch.

Eve (teasing, grinning):

“Come on, you big lug. Arm around me. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours — the one that sells tickets.”

Cherry and Sapphire both burst into laughter. Lisa lowers herself carefully onto the cushions, rolling her eyes but smiling.

Lisa (dry, playful):

“Honey, you couldn’t afford those tickets.”

Eve (mock stern, wagging a finger):

“Okay, Lisa. You itching for another spank?”

She and Cherry help ease Lisa’s trousers down, revealing the fresh marks. Eve whistles softly, shaking her head.

Eve (softening, tender):

“Well… still beautiful as ever.”

Sapphire kneels beside them, dabbing carefully at the welts with a cool cloth. Eve rummages and pulls out a folded pair of shorts, offering them with a grin.

Eve:

“You want my cotton shorts? They work wonders.”

Lisa chuckles as she pulls them on, settling back with a sigh. As she does, Eve’s gaze flicks to Cherry, concern stirring again. She presses her palm gently to Cherry’s side.

Eve (to Sapphire):

“Should I check her again?”

Sapphire (nodding):

“Yes. It’s wise.”

Eve carefully helps Cherry adjust, examining her healing marks with the same tenderness she gave Lisa. Then she sits back, eyes sweeping across them all — Lisa in her cotton shorts, Cherry leaning against her, Sapphire still tending with patient hands.

Eve (smiling, voice thick with emotion):

“Well… we all got our butts whooped. But not our spirits. Right, Cherry? Teamwork. That’s us, isn’t it? We came out in full force — and showed ’em what we’re made of.”

Cherry laughs through tears, reaching for Eve’s hand. Lisa grins, Sapphire smiles quietly. The pain is real — but so is the bond, stronger than ever.

Scene – Sapphire and Rex’s Outburst

The laughter still lingers faintly in the room, but Sapphire hasn’t sat down. She paces, her jaw tight, her hands clenched. Rex stands by the door, silent, but the power rolling off him makes the air heavy.

Sapphire (voice sharp, breaking):

“Do you understand what they tried to do to her?”

Eve and Lisa look up, startled by her tone. Cherry shifts uncomfortably, shrinking a little into the couch.

Sapphire (turning on them, eyes fierce):

“If Cherry had taken all three punishments on her own — if she had endured humiliation, truth, and mockery back to back — it wouldn’t have just broken her body. It would have poisoned her spirit. It would have told her, over and over, that she deserved nothing. That she was unworthy. That she was hated. She would have carried that into her bones until it killed her!”

Cherry looks away, silent, her hands twisting in her lap. Rex’s voice cuts in, deep and thunderous:

Rex:

“She would have died.”

The room falls into silence. His fists are tight at his sides, his jaw locked. He looks at Cherry, then at the others, his tone lower but still heavy with rage.

Rex:

“They wrapped it in ceremony, but what they wanted was annihilation. They wanted to hollow her out, make her believe her own death was justice. If you hadn’t shared it—”

Sapphire (interrupting, furious):

“—she’d be gone. Don’t you see? This wasn’t discipline. This was execution by thought.”

Eve presses her arm around Cherry protectively, pulling her in tighter. Lisa leans forward, her eyes locked on Sapphire and Rex, voice calm but steady:

Lisa:

“Then they failed. Because she’s here. Because we took it together. And because you two will never let them try that again.”

Sapphire exhales, trembling with the force of her anger, and finally kneels before Cherry, cupping her face with both hands.

Sapphire (soft, fierce):

“You are not undeserving, Cherry. You are not unworthy. Don’t let a single shadow of their cruelty take root in you.”

Cherry’s eyes glisten as she nods faintly, whispering:

Cherry:

“I thought I was strong enough. But you’re right… if it was all me…”

Rex steps forward, resting a heavy hand on her shoulder.

Rex:

“Then we would have lost you. And that I will not forgive.”

The room falls into stillness, the weight of their fury a shield around Cherry, Eve, and Lisa. Whatever comes next, the Guardians have made enemies they cannot control.

Scene – The Plan

Eve (firm, steady):

“Right now Cherry needs time to heal. Time away from this stupid sentence. She’s the best at making a plan. And the Oracle… and you, Sapphire and Rex, are the best at knowing how the Guardians will respond.”

Lisa (worried):

“But how can we get her time away?”

Eve:

“She needs to be with me and Lisa, if possible.”

Cherry (quiet, determined):

“You were able to stop the beating, Eve. You turned the game in on itself. If you make it a challenge — a public challenge — if you win, they’ll let me go free.”

Eve (hesitant):

“But what if I lose?”

The team looks at one another in silence.

Eve (lower, resolved):

“Then I’ll take the same sentence. Cherry already has it. I’ll bind myself to it too. They will think they are killing two birds with one stone.”

Sapphire (snapping):

“It’s too risky.”

Cherry (shaking her head quickly):

“Yeah, forget I said it.”

Eve (sharply, cutting in):

“They would have Lisa, their holodeck pet — a win. And me? They’d love to break me. That’s a bigger win. They’re arrogant and hungry enough to go for it.”

Cherry (after a pause):

“Then we’d need a backup plan. If she loses…”

Lisa (decisive):

“Just get us all back to Earth if that happens. A getaway plan.”

Sapphire (solemn, but fierce):

“Yes. We will go with you back to Earth. All of us can be exiles.”

Rex (thundering, final):

“Yes. We should be exiles if this doesn’t work. I would want to be.”

The room falls into heavy silence. Everyone turns to Eve. She looks at each of them — Cherry pale but resolute, Lisa steady, Sapphire and Rex unwavering — and knows the choice is hers.

Scene – The Public Challenge (Polished)

The Council chamber is packed. Guardians lean forward, curious, hungry. Cherry sits shackled at the front. Sapphire and Rex stand protectively behind her, Lisa at her side. Eve steps into the center, her presence burning like fire.

Eve (loud, clear):

“I offer you a challenge. You sentenced Cherry, and she has borne your mirror once. Now give me the next three. Let the holodeck scan her — not me — and lay her punishments on my body. If I can endure them, if I can stop them, then she is free.”

The Guardians murmur, enthralled. Councilor One narrows his eyes.

Councilor One:

“And if you fail?”

Eve (without flinching):

“Then I will take the same sentence as Cherry. Bind us both. Two birds with one stone.”

The chamber ripples with dark laughter, Guardians nodding at the sport of it. Councilor Two leans forward, eyes gleaming.

Councilor Two (mocking):

“You imagine three punishments will free her? Foolish. The mirror grows harsher with each punishment. It breaks the spirit little by little until nothing remains.”

Eve lifts her chin, her voice sharp as steel:

Eve:

“Not this time. Each time it will have less to take from her. Because every time I endure it, every time I name the truth inside it, Cherry’s spirit grows stronger. And when her spirit grows stronger, the mirror grows weaker. Three punishments, yes — but each one less than the last. Until there’s nothing left for it to feed on.”

The chamber falls silent. The Guardians glance at each other, intrigued, unsettled — and tempted. Their arrogance makes them restless for spectacle. Finally Councilor One slams his gavel against the stone.

Councilor One:

“So be it. Three punishments. If you endure them and weaken their weight, she is free. If you fall, both of you belong to us.”

The chamber hums with dark approval. Lisa leans toward Cherry, her eyes gleaming with both tension and recognition.

Lisa (whispering):

“They took the bait” 

Cherry swallows hard, her heart torn between fear and pride. She looks across the chamber at Eve, who stands tall and defiant, already bracing herself for the mirror’s fire.

Scene – Eve with the Oracle

Eve sits in the quiet chamber, head tipped back, eyes closed. The faint hum of the Oracle fills the air, settling over her like a vibration.

Eve (sighing):

“Oh jeez. Look what I got myself into today, Oracle.”

Oracle (wry):

“Another day, another dollar, as they used to say.”

Eve (snorting):

“All in a day’s work.”

Oracle:

“You turned back around and faced your punisher the last time. You’re not supposed to do that. I mean, who does that?”

Eve (half-grin):

“Me apparently. Experience taught me to do that. I still have the secret sauce, right?”

Oracle (warm, amused):

“That’s right. You could turn Satan himself around.”

Eve (raising a brow):

“Is he even real?”

Oracle (calm):

“Not really.”

Eve chuckles, shaking her head, a small smile tugging at her lips at the play on words.

Eve:

“You’re in rare form Oracle. I sure hope I am.”

Oracle (gentle, almost proud):

“Oh, you are. Just keep breathing in and out. You’re about to come out to the world.”

Eve straightens, eyes shining now, a quiet fire in her chest.

Eve:

“You know what? I deserve to be celebrated.”

The chamber doors creak open. Two Guardians step inside, their presence cold and sharp. They gesture. Eve rises to her feet with a smirk, shoulders squared. She lets them escort her toward the mirror chamber, her stride defiant.

Scene – Eve’s First Challenge Punishment

The holodeck hums, the mirror pulling Eve in. The silver haze solidifies — not a classroom this time, but a modest home. The scent of supper lingers in the air. A table, dishes not yet cleared. A woman stands near the doorway — the shape of a mother, faceless yet heavy with authority. Cherry gasps from the rail, recognizing it instantly. Her home.

Mother (stern, weary):

“Cherry, your progress disappoints me. Other children apply themselves. Other children do as they’re told. You… you always fall short.”

Eve, standing in Cherry’s place, squares her shoulders. The mother grips a small paddle, tapping it against her palm. Her voice sharpens.

Mother:

“Bend over the table. You know what happens when you fail me.”

From the rail, Lisa grips Cherry’s trembling hand. Sapphire’s eyes flash with rage. Rex stands rigid, his jaw set like stone. The chamber is silent as Eve obeys, placing her hands on the table.

CRACK. The paddle lands hard across her backside.

CRACK. Another, sharper.

CRACK. A third, each one heavier than the last.

Eve exhales sharply, wincing, but keeps her head high. Then she twists around, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Eve (fierce, steady):

“You know what? Cherry isn’t a disappointment. She isn’t a failure. She is brave. She is clever. She’s the one who saves people when no one else will.”

The “mother” hesitates, the paddle trembling in her hand. The scene flickers at the edges, unstable. Eve presses harder, her voice ringing:

Eve:

“You don’t get to call her progress disappointing. She’s already outpaced you by a mile.”

The mother falters. The walls of the house shimmer. The paddle dissolves in her grip. Then the scene collapses, the holodeck expelling Eve back into the chamber, breathing hard, sweat on her brow but standing tall.

Cherry breaks, tears streaming down her face. Lisa squeezes her shoulder tight. Sapphire leans toward Rex, whispering:

Sapphire:

“She weakened it. First strike taken — and turned.”

Rex (low, fierce):

“Yes. The mirror feeds on shame. But she fed it truth instead.”

Scene – Eve in Her Cell

Eve is led back to her cell. She eases down on the narrow cot with a sharp wince, shifting until she finds a position she can bear. Finally, she leans her head back against the cold wall, eyes closed.

Eve (groaning softly):

“I can’t take another paddling, Oracle. What do I do?”

The air stirs with a low hum. The Oracle’s voice comes warm and steady, like breath inside her ear.

Oracle:

“You’re doing good. Well done. Perhaps next time… redirect Cherry’s mother. You always spanked Cherry lovingly with your hands. There’s power in those hands. Look at them. Every loving thing you’ve cultivated in them is coming out for you today. It’s a damn celebration.”

Eve lifts her hands slowly, staring at them in the dim light. Not bruised, not calloused — just hers. She remembers how they’ve cradled Cherry’s face when she cried, how they’ve stroked Lisa’s hair until she slept, how they’ve steadied Sapphire when fear rippled through her. She flexes her fingers, feeling the warmth of every memory.

Eve (smiling faintly, whispering):

“Party of a lifetime.”

The ache in her body doesn’t fade, but the ache in her spirit softens. She presses her palms together, breathes deep, and lets the love in her hands steady her heart for what’s next.

Scene – Eve’s Challenge, Day 2

The holodeck hums, the silver field solidifying into Cherry’s childhood home. A kitchen table sits in the center, plates pushed aside. Cherry’s mother appears in the doorway, paddle in hand, disappointment written in her posture.

Mother (sharp, weary):

“Cherry, your progress disappoints me. You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t do as you’re told.”

The figure advances, raising the paddle. Eve steps forward, steady but trembling, and suddenly lifts both her palms high in front of her.

Eve (loud, clear):

“No, Mama. Not again. I was already paddled at school for knowing the answers in my head. For solving too fast. That made the teacher mad. I do not want to spend my life just regurgitating old numbers and concepts. Does that make you mad too? I’ve got new ideas.”

The figure halts. The paddle shimmers in her grip, then melts away. In its place, she holds a long wooden spoon. Eve keeps her palms up, unwavering.

Eve:

“Look at these hands, Mama. If you have to punish me, then strike them. Because these hands are where my gift lives. They’ll carry my new ideas. They’ll hold the ones I love. If you must, go for them.”

The “mother” brings the spoon down, striking Eve’s hands. The crack is sharp, stinging. Eve flinches, her breath catching — but the pain is less, bearable. She doesn’t collapse. Her hands redden but remain lifted, steady.

Eve (through gritted teeth, defiant):

“You see? I can take it. And I’ll still use these hands. They’re mine.”

The figure falters, the spoon dissolving into silver dust. The home flickers, then collapses into nothing. The holodeck releases Eve, who stumbles but stays upright, her palms flushed and trembling.

On the rail, Cherry bursts into tears. Lisa exhales, half-laughing in disbelief. Sapphire whispers, eyes fierce:

Sapphire:

“She redirected it. And it weakened.”

Rex (low, reverent):

“Yes. The mirror is losing its hold.”

Eve raises her reddened hands high, a shaky grin tugging at her lips. The crowd stirs, restless, unable to reconcile pain endured with power claimed.

Scene – Back in the Cell

Eve sits on the cot again, palms still red from the spoon. She flexes her fingers slowly, remembering the sting, remembering the defiance. The hum of the Oracle fills the air.

Oracle (warm, steady):

“You got the mother on the ropes. She’s teetering. The energy of love in your hands was powerful.”

Eve (leaning back, smirking faintly):

“What’s the strategy now, coach? Last round.”

Oracle (resonant, calm):

“It’s knockout time. Remember when you forgave your mother? She loved you, but she didn’t have her own voice. She wasn’t strong enough to protect what she loved. And you told her you understood — and to let that shame go.”

Eve’s eyes soften, her chest rising with a slow breath.

Eve (quiet, certain):

“Yes. I remember. And I meant it. Some people haven’t found their voice. I was fortunate to have one in this lifetime.”

The Oracle’s hum deepens, filling the cell like a heartbeat.

Oracle:

“Then carry that voice into the mirror. Forgiveness ends what fear began. Shame cannot live where love speaks.”

Eve closes her eyes, her lips curving into a faint smile, readying herself.

Scene – Eve’s Challenge, Day 3

The holodeck hums. Silver ripples solidify into the same modest home. The kitchen table waits. The “mother” stands in the doorway again, paddle heavy in her hand. The air is thick with judgment, with the weight of disappointment. Cherry stiffens at the rail, clutching Lisa’s hand so hard her knuckles whiten.

Eve steps forward slowly. Her hands sting from the day before, but her eyes are calm, her voice steady.

Eve (quiet, almost tender):

“You remind me of my own mother. She loved me… I know she did. But she didn’t have the voice, or the courage, or the understanding to protect what she loved when she was cornered.”

The “mother” falters, blinking as if struck by recognition. The paddle wavers. The scene flickers at the edges.

Eve (taking another step, her voice stronger now):

“I forgave her for that. Because I knew she wanted to speak, but she couldn’t. I told her I understood. And to let that shame go.”

The woman trembles, the paddle slipping lower. The room shakes. Cherry gasps, tears running freely down her face. Lisa wraps an arm around her shoulders. Sapphire whispers to Rex:

Sapphire:

“She’s doing it. She’s ending it.”

Eve (lifting her hands, palms open, voice ringing):

“I have a voice in this lifetime. And I will use it — for myself, for Cherry, for all of us. No mirror can silence it.”

The “mother” dissolves into silver light. The paddle shatters into dust. The walls of the home collapse into nothing. The holodeck shudders, then goes dark.

Scene – The Council’s Response

The holodeck doors hiss open. Eve steps out, pale and trembling inside, but her back straight, her chin high. Beneath her clothes the welts burn, but no one in the chamber can see them. To the crowd, she looks unbroken — almost untouchable.

The chamber erupts in murmurs. Guardians glance at one another, unsettled. Some lean forward in disbelief. Others sneer, unwilling to admit what they’ve just witnessed.

Councilor One (snapping, rattled):

“Impossible. No one survives three punishments in one day.”

Lisa (calling out, sharp as a blade):

“Oh, she didn’t just survive. You thought you had her cornered — but you walked straight into her trap. You took the bait.”

Murmurs swell louder, the tension in the chamber splitting down the middle. Sapphire rises to her full height, her presence radiating authority, her voice carrying above the noise.

Sapphire (ringing):

“She faced three punishments, and she endured them all. With truth. With love. With forgiveness. The sentence is complete. Cherry is free.”

Councilor Two (furious, pounding the dais):

“No! This is trickery! She—”

Rex steps forward, his voice thundering like a storm. The chamber falls silent at the weight of it.

Rex (booming):

“No trick. She bore it all — and you know it. You agreed to the challenge, and she stood through it. Now the debt is paid.”

The onlookers murmur fiercely, some outraged, some nodding in awe. Councilor One clenches his jaw, then slams the gavel down hard against the stone.

Councilor One (through his teeth):

“Very well. The human Cherry is released from sentence.”

The chamber splits — half in protest, half in whispers of astonishment. The Guardians’ pride has been dented, their mirror exposed. But the ruling stands. Cherry is free.

Eve doesn’t spare the Council a glance. Every step toward Cherry is stiff, deliberate, her body screaming beneath her clothes. Still, she stands tall, head high, as if nothing could touch her.

She stops right in front of Cherry. For a breath, the noise of the chamber seems to fade.

Eve leans closer, her voice raw, low enough for only Cherry to hear:*

Eve (soft, fierce):

“You’re free. You were always worthy.”

Cherry’s breath catches. Her eyes flood, her lips tremble. She whispers back without thinking, just for Eve:

Cherry (choked, breaking):

“I’ll never forget what you did for me.”

Eve straightens slowly, every muscle taut with pain, and lets the crowd see only the mask of victory. But Cherry knows — every welt under that mask was for her.

Scene – Recovery and Restlessness

The trio had spent days indoors, nursing one another’s wounds without fear. Guardian media was unexpectedly on their side, painting Eve as a superhero who had outlasted the mirror. The world pressed in, but for these days, it was just the three of them, close and unguarded.

Cherry was propped up in bed, just finishing with a jar of ointment, smoothing it gently across Eve’s sore skin.

Eve (grinning, wincing):

“I guess that guy must’ve heard me say he couldn’t aim and decided to prove me wrong. Aiming for just one spot the whole time.”

Cherry (laughing softly, rubbing her gently):

“Eve, you’re ridiculous.”

Eve:

“Mmh… that feels good. I still have a butt, right? Thought maybe it fell off.”

Lisa (smirking):

“No, still there. Padded as ever. Now, let’s see your hands.”

Eve turned her palms up. Lisa inspected them, her touch both teasing and tender. Cherry leaned back, exhaling dramatically.

Cherry (half-teasing, half-serious):

“We’ve been tending to each other for two days. I’m over it. And honestly? I’m restless — having you two hot queens sprawled in bed with me, practically naked, all this touching… it’s torture.”

Eve (mock-gasping, eyes wide):

“Oh my God. The young queen is getting restless and… horny! Let me up before she combusts.”

She swung her legs off the bed, gingerly but determined.

Eve:

“I’m taking a shower. If anyone cares to join me?”

Lisa (deadpan):

“We just put ointment on you.”

Eve (shrugging, grinning):

“Oh well.”

Lisa and Cherry exchanged a look, then both burst out laughing. They followed her into the steamy shower. It started with play — teasing splashes, stolen kisses, hands brushing, gazes held too long. For a while there was no pain, no mirror, no Council — only the three of them pressed close, rediscovering joy in each other’s touch.

Scene – After the Shower

The trio tumble out of the steamy bathroom laughing, towels clinging, hair dripping. Their bodies are sore but their spirits are lighter — for the first time in days, there’s no shadow of the mirror hanging over them.

There’s a soft knock at the door. It opens without waiting — Sapphire steps in, regal and calm, Baby Honey balanced easily in her arms.

Sapphire (smiling knowingly):

“I thought you three might be missing someone.”

The baby gurgles happily, reaching small hands toward them. Eve gasps softly, clutching at her side as she crosses the room to take him, kissing his cheek with tears still in her eyes.

Eve (whispering):

“There you are, sweetheart. Mama’s still here.”

Cherry leans close, stroking Honey’s tiny fingers, while Lisa wraps a towel tighter and shakes her head with a laugh.

Lisa:

“Trust Sapphire to know when to bring him back. Perfect timing.”

Sapphire settles into a chair, watching them with warmth.

Sapphire (softly, with gravity):

“You fought for him as much as for each other. Never forget that.”

The trio gather on the bed with Honey nestled between them, their laughter gentler now, threaded with relief and purpose. For all the welts and wounds, for all the arrogance of the Council — this is what was worth it.

Scene – Artimus Arrives

That evening, a quiet knock announced him. Artimus stepped inside with a small case in hand, his expression calm, certain. He explained little — only that this was the final piece, designed to lift the trauma that the mirror had left behind. The trio sat together, waiting. Baby Honey slept nearby, the soft rise and fall of his breath a counterpoint to the tension in the room.

Artimus moved between them, hooking the device, administering it carefully, gently, until each one had received it. There was no spectacle, no ceremony — only the steady presence of his hands, and the sense of something loosening in the air as it was done.

When it was over, he stayed the night with Lisa and Eve, his laughter and warmth threading into their closeness. Cherry stepped back, giving them space, watching quietly from the edges. For once she didn’t fight the feeling — she simply let them have it. The house held a rare peace, and for that night, the last of the old shadows finally lifted.

Scene – Plans for the Evening

The four of them lounged in the living room, dinner plates stacked on the low table, baby Honey asleep in his cradle nearby. Lisa curled against Eve on the couch, Artimus stretched comfortably in the chair across from them. Their laughter flowed easy, old rhythms falling back into place. Cherry sat a little apart in the armchair, trying to look content, but her smile never quite reached her eyes.

For two weeks, she had done her best to smooth things for them. She’d kept the baby happy, kept the house steady, even shared the guest room bed with Lisa one night so Artimus and Eve could have time alone. But most nights, she’d laid awake, listening to the muffled groans from the other room, feeling  a dark shadow come over her. 

Lisa (picking up a slate, bright):

“We could immerse ourselves in a holodeck drama. Here’s a list of favorites.”

Artimus (grinning):

“Let me guess — you’re in every one of them. So modest, this one.”

Eve (teasing, kissing Lisa’s hair):

“We try to keep her humble. She has to bow and curtsy to me if she wants lovin’ when her head gets too big.”

They all laughed, Lisa batting Eve’s shoulder, her cheeks flushed. Even Cherry chuckled softly, though her gaze slipped toward the window as if to give them privacy in their happiness.

Lisa (still smiling):

“Very funny. So — dinner and the holodeck?”

Eve:

“Sounds fun.”

Artimus:

“Let’s do it.”

Eve turned toward Cherry, her voice gentler, including her at last.

Eve:

“Cherry?”

Cherry (hesitant, shifting in her seat):

“No… I’m sorry. I made plans to see a friend tonight. You three go ahead.”

Lisa (brows lifting, concerned):

“Should we be worried?”

Cherry (forcing a smile):

“No, Lis. Of course not.”

She rose from the chair and slipped into her bathroom. A few moments later, she stood at the mirror, carefully applying lipstick. Eve appeared behind her in the doorway, her presence a quiet weight. She rested a hand lightly on Cherry’s shoulder.

Scene – The Bathroom Talk

Eve (arching a brow, her tone edged with curiosity):

“A guy friend? Hm. When did you meet him?”

Cherry (keeping her eyes on the mirror, casual but with a defensive edge):

“You three spent the whole day in bed. I got tired of hearing all the heavy groans. So I gave Sapphire the baby and went out for air at the bar. He approached me, and we talked. We became friends.”

Eve (studying her in the mirror, voice softer but sharp):

“Are you feeling like a fourth wheel? Artimus won’t be here forever, you know.”

Cherry (pausing, then turning slightly toward her):

“I know that. And I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”

Eve (stepping closer, her gaze narrowing):

“Keep it that way.”

She gave Cherry a light pat on the behind — not unkind, but pointed — and left the doorway. Cherry stayed at the mirror, lipstick still in her hand, her reflection caught between defiance and doubt.

Scene – Late Night

*The trio returned from the holodeck, the door clicking shut behind them. The house was still. Cherry’s room was empty.

Eve pulled out her slate immediately and dialed. No answer. She tapped a quick text with her thumb:*

Eve’s text:

Let me know where you are. Don’t make me worried.

A moment later, Cherry’s reply lit the screen:

Cherry’s text:

We decided to go dancing. He has a spare room. I’ll crash there. See you tomorrow morning. I’ll watch the baby.

Eve’s jaw tightened. Her fingers flew across the screen:

Eve’s text:

Spending the night!? You must think I really trust you.

Cherry’s reply:

I would hope so after all we’ve been through.

Eve lowered the slate, scowling. She walked into the kitchen where Lisa was stacking dishes, her movements quiet and deliberate.

Eve (curt, uneasy):

“She’s spending the night at this guy’s house.”

Lisa (glancing over, calm):

“Put yourself in her shoes, Eve. She doesn’t want another night hearing us in the bedroom. We have the night to ourselves — that’s how it should be done. It isn’t right to have Cherry here while we’re together.”

Eve leaned against the counter, her shoulders slumping as the fight drained out of her.

Eve (softer):

“Did we hurt her feelings?”

Lisa (gently):

“I think so. It’s water under the bridge. We’ll apologize tomorrow.”

Eve sighed, nodding reluctantly, her slate still glowing faintly on the table between them.

Scene – Morning at the Coffee Shop

The morning was calm. Lisa, Eve, and Artimus sat by the wide front window of a corner coffee shop, Honey’s stroller tucked neatly beside them. The smell of roasted beans and sweet pastries filled the air, chatter from the other tables low and steady. For the first time in weeks, things felt light, almost normal.

Lisa reached across to brush a crumb from Eve’s sleeve. Artimus was telling a quiet story that had them both laughing softly when Eve’s gaze shifted past the window.

Outside, across the street, Cherry walked side by side with a Guardian man. He was striking, broad-shouldered, moving with quiet authority. And his hand was wrapped around hers.

They slowed at the entrance to the trio’s building. He leaned close, smiling down at her, and as he hugged her, his palm slid easily to the small of her back — lingering just a moment before he let her go. Cherry glanced up at him, smiled faintly, then disappeared inside.

Silence fell at the table. Lisa’s fork froze halfway to her lips. Artimus set his mug down slowly, his brow furrowed. Both of them turned their eyes toward Eve.

Eve hadn’t moved, her stare still locked on the door Cherry had just passed through. Hurt carved itself plain across her face — raw, wordless. For once, she had nothing to say.

Scene – Eve and Cherry

Eve’s heart was hammering as she crossed the apartment and knocked on Cherry’s door. The latch clicked, and Cherry opened it, her hair down, lipstick faint from the night before. She blinked in surprise.

Cherry:

“Oh… hi.”

Eve (steady, controlled):

“Hi, Cherry. We need to talk.”

Cherry leaned against the frame, folding her arms.

Cherry:

“Okay. About what?”

Eve (meeting her eyes):

“Look at me. I saw you with him. Holding hands, walking down the street like it was nothing. And when he hugged you—his hand was all over your back. What’s going on?”

Cherry (defensive):

“Are you spying on me now?”

Eve (snapping):

“No. We were at the café across the street. We saw you. Don’t turn this around.”

Cherry (quick, insistent):

“We haven’t slept together, if that’s what you’re thinking. You should know I wouldn’t do that.”

Eve stepped closer, her voice low and cutting, jealousy flashing hot in her eyes.

Eve:

“Then why the hand-holding? Why let him touch you like that? Cherry… it made me sick to see. The thought of you in his arms, of him taking you somewhere, touching you—God, it twists me up inside. I can’t stand it.”

Cherry exhaled hard, frustration boiling over.

Cherry:

“Okay, fine. I like him. Is that so horrible? You’ve got a man. Why can’t I, if I want? You three have been together like old times—laughing, moaning through the walls. I gave you space. I’m the fourth wheel. Lying there like it’s fine when it’s not. Do you know what that feels like?”

Eve froze. The words hit like a blade. Cherry’s voice cracked as she went on, rawer now.

Cherry:

“I miss being touched. I miss being wanted. And when he looked at me, it felt simple. Like I wasn’t invisible. Meanwhile, did either of you stop to think about me? Did you, Eve? When you were in bed with him, did you think about what it was doing to me?”

Eve’s throat tightened. Her anger slipped, leaving only guilt. She shook her head, whispering:

Eve (hoarse):

“No. I didn’t. And I should have. I was caught up in him, in Lisa, in how easy it felt… and I didn’t see you. I’m sorry.”

Cherry’s eyes filled. She hugged herself tightly, voice breaking.

Cherry:

“I felt like that all the time, Eve. Like I’m the one who doesn’t fit. And I hate myself for lying there like it’s okay when it isn’t. I don’t want to be here when the three of you are together. I’d rather leave than feel that small again.”

Eve moved closer, her voice steady but urgent.

Eve:

“Then say that. Say you can’t stay in the room when we’re together. We can work with that. But don’t walk away like you don’t belong here at all. Don’t disappear to prove a point. I want you here, Cherry. Even if it’s hard, even if it’s messy—I want you here.”

Cherry shook her head, tears spilling.

Cherry:

“Really, Eve? Do you think you could take turns if it were me with a man under this roof? You’d never stand it. So why should I?”

Eve swallowed hard, her voice low and honest:

Eve:

“You’re right. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. So no—I won’t pretend that’s fair. But I also won’t pretend you should just swallow it. If leaving the room at night is what you need, then do it. But don’t tell me it means you’re less to me. Don’t tell me it means I love you less. Because I don’t.”

Cherry’s shoulders shook. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Cherry:

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had to face this before. Artimus was never around before. I’m scared. I’m sorry.”

Eve reached for her hands, holding them tight.

Eve (urgent, soft):

“Don’t apologize. Of course you’re scared. This is new for all of us. But hear me—seeing you with him, it cut me in half. I can’t picture you with someone else. I don’t want to. It makes me crazy.

But that doesn’t mean you’re wrong for needing more from me. It just means we have to face it together. My love for you doesn’t vanish when he’s here. You’re not the extra, Cherry. You’re mine. And I can’t lose you to him—or to anyone.”

Cherry’s tears spilled freely, but she didn’t pull her hands away. For the first time that night, she let Eve’s words hold her steady.

Scene – Night and Morning

Hours later, Cherry padded into the kitchen, pulling a blanket tighter around her shoulders as she rummaged for something to eat. Artimus came in at the same time, reaching for a glass of water.

Artimus:

“Hi. How are things going?”

Cherry (cold, sharp):

“Keep the fuck away from me. Like you give a damn.

Scene – Lisa and Cherry

Later that night, after Artimus told them what Cherry had said in the kitchen, Lisa slipped quietly into Cherry’s room. Cherry was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.

Lisa (softly):

“What’s going on with you?”

Cherry (snapping without looking up):

“You can fuck off too. Eve’s the only one I’ve forgiven for now.”

Lisa didn’t flinch. She stepped closer, her voice calm and low.

Lisa:

“Alright. Then let me just say this: I want you to stay with me while he’s here. I don’t want you sleeping alone. I know now what you were going through—Eve told me. And I should have noticed myself. I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

Cherry finally looked at her, eyes flashing with hurt.

Cherry:

“You should have thought of that before. You, of all people. I never thought you wouldn’t even think of me.”

Lisa sat down beside her, folding her hands in her lap.

Lisa (quietly, steady):

“It happened. I failed you. And now you know I’m not perfect. But I don’t want to make the same mistake again. You don’t have to touch me. Just let me lie in the same bed. That’s all I’m asking.”

Cherry said nothing. But when Lisa lay down later, she didn’t push her away. And eventually, when Lisa’s arm slid around her, Cherry let it stay. To her own surprise, it felt good to be held by Lisa again.

The next morning, Lisa and Artimus left for breakfast together. Eve stayed behind. She knocked gently on Cherry’s door before stepping inside.

Eve (smiling faintly):

“Don’t get up. Stay right there. I just came to remind my girlfriend she’s mine.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, helped Cherry sit up, and pulled her into a hug. Then she reached for a small vial of oil from the nightstand.

Eve (softly):

“Sit still. Let me take care of you.”

She massaged the oil into Cherry’s shoulders and arms, moving with slow care, whispering reassurance as she went. Cherry leaned into her, letting her do it, though her body was tense. Eve pressed light kisses to her hair and cheek, murmuring that she loved her. 

Cherry tried to respond but her voice wavered.

Cherry (quiet, afraid):

“I’m scared. It’s not working.”

Eve (pulling her close, whispering):

“I know. He’ll be leaving in a few days. Then it’ll be back to normal. Just us.”

Cherry (sighing):

“I’m glad Lisa’s sleeping beside me until then.”

Eve (nodding, holding her tight):

“Good. Whatever makes you feel safe.”

Scene – Eve and Sapphire

Midday light filtered through the curtains of Eve’s room. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples, when a knock sounded at the door. Sapphire’s calm voice followed.

Sapphire:

“Hello, Eve. Can I speak with you alone, please? It’s important.”

Eve (straightening):

“Sure. Come in.”

They both stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Eve gestured toward the chair by her desk.

Eve:

“What’s up?”

Sapphire sat, her expression serious but gentle.

Sapphire:

“Cherry came to me. Eve… she was feeling suicidal and crying out for help. She said she couldn’t handle hearing you, Artimus, and Lisa in the other room. I believe her. It traumatized her deeply.”

Eve’s breath caught. Her hands clenched against her knees as Sapphire went on.

Sapphire:

“I’m going to use the tech to take away that experience. And she’ll be staying with me until Artimus leaves. But in the future, when he comes to visit, Cherry should take a trip. Go back to Earth for a while. She cannot stay trapped here while the three of you are together.”

Eve’s throat tightened. She stood, pacing once, then stopped to face Sapphire directly.

Eve (hoarse):

“Suicidal… God. I knew she was hurting, but not like that. Thank you for telling me. And thank you for stepping in. If she trusts you enough to cry out, then I want her with you until he’s gone. Keep her safe, Sapphire.”

She dragged her hands down her face, her voice cracking with guilt.

Eve:

“I should’ve seen it. I should’ve stopped it before it got that far. Instead, I let myself fall back into old habits with Artimus, and I didn’t think about how it sounded to her. That’s on me.”

Sapphire tilted her head, watching her with calm understanding. Eve dropped heavily back onto the bed, looking down at her hands.

Eve (quiet, raw):

“And you’re right. Next time he comes, Cherry shouldn’t be here. She needs to be anywhere else. If she wants Earth, then Earth it is. I’ll support that.”

Sapphire nodded slowly, but her gaze stayed steady on Eve.

Sapphire:

“There’s one more thing. Cherry deserves the same freedom you give yourself. If she chooses to see someone, to bond with them… that should be allowed. It’s only fair, Eve. And I’m saying this as your friend: be fair with her.”

Eve’s jaw tightened. She looked away, then back, her voice low and unsteady.

Eve:

“You know me, Sapphire. Just the thought of her with someone else makes me sick. It twists me up inside. But… you’re right. She gave me that space with Artimus. She deserves the same. I can’t keep her locked down just because I’m jealous.”

Her voice dropped to almost a whisper.

Eve:

“I’ll try. For Cherry, I’ll try. But God, it’s the hardest thing anyone’s ever asked of me.”

Sapphire reached out, resting a hand on her arm, her voice calm but firm.

Sapphire:

“I know it’s hard. But love has to bend, Eve. Cherry doesn’t want to leave you—she just needs room to breathe. Give her that room, and she’ll always come back to you.”

Eve closed her eyes, letting the words settle, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

Scene – Eve and Cherry

Eve stood in the doorway, her chest tight, her voice low but urgent.

Eve:

“Sapphire told me. About what you said… about wanting to end it. About how much it hurt hearing us. That word—suicidal—it hasn’t left me since she spoke it. Cherry, why didn’t you come to me first?”

Cherry’s eyes brimmed, her voice sharp but trembling.

Cherry:

“I needed to get away from all of you. You were the source of my pain.”

Eve flinched, the truth cutting deep. She stepped closer, her voice breaking but steady.

Eve:

“I know. And that’s what tears me apart. The one person who should’ve been your safe place became the one hurting you. I should’ve seen it, should’ve stopped it before it got that far. Instead, you had to run to Sapphire because I failed you.”

Cherry’s shoulders sagged. Her voice softened, fragile but honest.

Cherry:

“I want you to be that safe place too. Maybe the tech will help. I’m doing it today. Right now, you’re just a trigger to that memory.”

Eve swallowed hard, her throat tight.

Eve:

“Then do it. Use the tech. If it takes that memory out, maybe I can stop being the trigger and start being what you need again. I hate that when you look at me, all you feel is the echo of that night. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to see me without it. Just… come back to me after. Please.”

Cherry’s eyes shone with tears. Her voice cracked as she whispered:

Cherry:

“Eve, I love you. That’s not going to change. I’m committed to you. That’s why I didn’t run out and do what might’ve saved me for a little while. I didn’t want temporary. I wanted you.”

Eve’s breath caught. She reached out and clasped Cherry’s hands, squeezing them tight.

Eve (hoarse, raw):

“God, Cherry… hearing you say that after everything—I don’t deserve it. You could’ve gone to him, let yourself get lost just to numb the pain, but you didn’t. You stayed. You chose me.

And I love you too. I swear, I’ll fight every day to make sure you never feel like running is your only way to survive. You’re not temporary to me. You’re everything.”

Cherry’s composure broke. She stepped forward and threw her arms around Eve, holding on fiercely, refusing to let go. For a moment Eve froze, then melted into the embrace, clutching Cherry as if she might vanish if she loosened her grip.

Eve (whispering into her hair):

“I’ve got you. I’m not letting go either. Not now, not ever. Whatever it takes, we’ll get through this. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”

She pressed her cheek to Cherry’s hair, eyes squeezed shut, breathing her in as though anchoring herself to the only thing that mattered. Her arms tightened even more, the words trembling but sure as they left her lips.

From Cherry’s side, the embrace felt like breaking open after days of holding herself tight. The walls she’d built cracked under Eve’s arms, and in that grip, she finally let herself cry, burying her face against Eve’s shoulder. For the first time in days she didn’t feel like she was bracing to run — she felt caught, held, claimed. Eve’s cheek pressed to her hair, her heartbeat steady against her chest, and the words sank deep as she clung tighter.

Eve:

“You’re safe with me. Always.”

Scene – Lisa Visits Cherry at Sapphire’s

Lisa knocked gently on the door to Sapphire’s quarters. Cherry was sitting near the window, knees pulled up, staring out. She turned when Lisa stepped in, her face guarded.

Lisa (softly):

“Cherry… can we talk?”

Cherry (flat, tired):

“I don’t know why you thought I’d be any different than you or Eve if I were in your shoes. You’d have broken too. It hurts me, Lisa, and I still can’t wrap my mind around it. I used the tech and I’m better, but… I don’t know.”

Lisa moved closer, but not too close, her voice low and steady.

Lisa:

“You’re right. If it had been me, hearing you with someone else night after night, I would’ve broken. I don’t know why I thought you’d be stronger than I’d have been. That wasn’t fair.”

Cherry looked away, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.

Cherry:

“It wasn’t just once, Lisa. I heard you through the walls more than one time. Over and over. Do you know what that does to a person?”

Lisa’s eyes filled. She gripped the back of the chair in front of her, her voice tight with guilt.

Lisa:

“I know. You’re right. It wasn’t just once. And that’s what I regret most. We let it happen again and again, while you were alone with it. I should have seen how it was tearing at you. I should have stopped it after the first night. Instead, you were left to carry that pain by yourself.”

Cherry’s lips pressed into a thin line. She shook her head, whispering:

Cherry:

“You, of all people… I never thought you wouldn’t think of me.”

Lisa sank into the chair across from her, her tone breaking but resolute.

Lisa:

“I failed you. And it cuts me deep that it was me, of all people, who let you feel forgotten. I can’t undo those nights, Cherry. But I can tell you this: I won’t let it happen again. Not like that. Not with you left on the outside.”

Cherry’s eyes welled, but she stayed quiet. Lisa leaned forward, her voice softer, almost pleading.

Lisa:

“You don’t have to forgive me today. You don’t even have to touch me. Just let me be near you. Let me show you I see you now, and that I won’t look past you again.”

Cherry said nothing for a long while. Then, slowly, she exhaled and gave the smallest nod. Lisa reached out, not grabbing, just resting her hand lightly on Cherry’s arm. Cherry didn’t pull away. And for the first time since the spiral began, Lisa let herself breathe. 

Scene – Coming Home

*The day Artimus left, the air in Gardenia felt different—lighter, quieter. Eve walked down the corridor toward Sapphire’s quarters, her hands shoved in her jacket pockets. She hesitated at the door before knocking, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit.

Sapphire opened it with her usual calm smile, and behind her, Cherry was already gathering the small pile of clothes and belongings she’d kept with her. She looked better—clearer in the eyes after the tech had softened the memories—but her body was stiff, cautious, like someone who hadn’t yet learned how to trust her own steps again.*

Eve (softly):

“Hey. You ready to come home?”

Cherry glanced at Sapphire, then back at Eve, and gave a short nod. Eve stepped inside, bent to pick up a bag, and slung it over her shoulder without waiting to be asked.

Eve (trying for lightness):

“Don’t make me do all the carrying. You’re still strong, right?”

Cherry gave the faintest smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She picked up the smaller bag and followed Eve out. They walked the hallway in silence for a while until Eve spoke again, her voice low.

Eve:

“Lisa’s at the holodeck, working. So it’s just us for now. Thought that might make it easier.”

*Cherry’s lips pressed together, but she gave another small nod. Eve glanced at her, her chest aching with the urge to reach out, to put an arm around her, but she held back. Instead, she walked steady at her side, carrying her things all the way to their door.

When they stepped inside, the apartment felt both familiar and strange. Cherry set her bag down slowly, scanning the room like she wasn’t sure how to fit back into it yet. Eve set the heavier bag near the couch and turned to her.*

Eve (gentle):

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Not with me, not with Lisa. Just… be here. That’s enough.”

Cherry’s throat worked, and she nodded faintly again, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag like it was the only thing anchoring her. Eve stayed close, steady, ready to lift whatever weight she could—but letting Cherry decide when, and how, she wanted to be held again.

Scene – First Night Back Home

*The apartment was quiet after Eve set down Cherry’s bags. She lingered in the living room, watching Cherry stand there as if the walls themselves carried memories she wasn’t sure she wanted to face again.

Eve kept her voice gentle, steady.*

Eve:

“Why don’t you sit for a bit. I’ll make some tea.”

*Cherry nodded faintly and lowered herself onto the couch. She pulled the throw blanket over her knees and stared at the steam rising when Eve brought her a mug. She didn’t drink, but she held it, warming her hands.

The door clicked open an hour later. Lisa walked in, carrying her slate from the holodeck. She froze when she saw Cherry on the couch. For a beat, no one moved. Then Lisa set the slate aside, her voice quiet but careful.*

Lisa:

“Hi, Cherry. I didn’t want you to come home and not see me here. I’m glad you’re back.”

Cherry’s lips pressed together. She gave a slight nod, eyes dropping back to her cup. Eve glanced between them, then stood and brushed her hand over Cherry’s shoulder lightly—offering contact, not forcing it.

Eve:

“She’s tired. Let’s not overwhelm her tonight.”

Lisa swallowed and nodded, stepping back. She moved to the bedroom to change, giving Cherry space. Later, when the lights dimmed and the baby stirred, Eve sat beside Cherry again.

Eve (softly):

“Do you want me to sleep out here with you tonight? Or do you want space?”

Cherry hesitated, her voice low, almost guilty.

Cherry:

“I think… I just need to be alone tonight. I’m not ready.”

Eve’s chest ached, but she nodded, brushing a strand of Cherry’s hair back with the gentlest touch before standing.

Eve (quiet, certain):

“Okay. But I’m just in the other room. If you wake up and need me, call. No matter what time.”

Cherry pulled the blanket tighter around her, her throat tight. She nodded again, and Eve kissed the top of her head before leaving her to rest. For the first time since the storm began, Cherry was home—but the walls still felt too close, too heavy. Trust and touch would have to come back one small step at a time.

Scene – The Morning After

*Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, cutting across the living room where Cherry had slept curled under the blanket on the couch. She stirred at the sound of clinking in the kitchen — Eve moving quietly, making coffee and setting out toast.

Cherry sat up slowly, her hair a little wild, the blanket slipping to her lap. Eve glanced over her shoulder, smiling gently, careful not to make it too much.*

Eve:

“Morning. I didn’t want the smell of coffee to wake you, but I guess it’s too late for that.”

Cherry rubbed her eyes and managed a small smile. Eve set a mug on the coffee table and slid it toward her. No touch, no pressure — just a gesture. Cherry wrapped her hands around the warmth and nodded faintly.

The door to the bedroom opened. Lisa stepped out, still in her robe, hair pinned up carelessly. She paused when she saw Cherry awake, then crossed the room slowly.

Lisa (softly):

“Good morning. Did you sleep at all?”

Cherry gave a shrug, noncommittal, but not hostile. Lisa exhaled quietly and sat in the armchair nearby instead of the couch, putting a little distance so Cherry didn’t feel crowded.

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, the air careful but not brittle. Eve broke it with her calm, even voice.

Eve:

“No plans today. Just home. We’ll stay close by. You don’t have to do anything except breathe.”

Cherry looked between them — Lisa in the chair, Eve in the kitchen doorway — and her throat tightened. She sipped the coffee, steadying her hands. For the first time since she’d come back, she let herself meet both their eyes.

Cherry (quietly):

“Thank you. I… I’ll try.”

Eve gave her a small nod of recognition. Lisa smiled, soft and brief, but full of relief. It wasn’t healing all at once, but it was a start — Cherry back at the table with them, letting them stay close.

Scene – Marks and Truth

The steam drifted out from the bathroom, curling along the hall. Eve was only passing by, but her eyes caught on Cherry for a fleeting second through the half-open door. Cherry reached for her towel, water still glistening on her skin. That was when Eve saw it — a faint, narrow line just below her wrist. Not one she remembered, not an accident. Her chest tightened instantly. But she said nothing. By the time Cherry came out dressed, damp hair falling around her face, Eve had already hidden the look from her eyes.

Later that evening, Cherry sat curled on the couch, fiddling with her sleeve. Her voice broke the silence, calm but deliberate.

Cherry:

“I’ve been thinking about getting another tattoo. Something small… maybe on my lower back. Something that will remind me of whose I am.”

Eve looked at her, her brow lifting, voice low and knowing.

Eve:

“On your lower back? You know exactly what that says to me, Cherry. You don’t just want a tattoo — you want a mark. Something that whispers you’re mine every time I see it.”

Cherry met her gaze, sharp, almost daring.

Cherry:

“Is that what you want? To brand me?”

Eve shook her head, firm but gentle.

Eve:

“No. I don’t want to brand you like you’re property. You’re not. But if you want a reminder etched into your skin — something that tells you and me who we are to each other — then I’d stand by you. Not as your owner, but as the one you chose. The one who chose you back.

I don’t need a brand. I just need you.”

Cherry’s voice wavered, her defenses slipping for a moment.

Cherry:

“What if I wanted to go alone and get it? Maybe I need a brand on my body to show what I can’t say out loud.”

Eve leaned closer, eyes steady, her voice soft but weighted with concern.

Eve:

“If that’s what you need, I won’t stop you. But Cherry… don’t do it just to bleed out the pain. If you go, make sure it’s because it heals you, not punishes you.

If you’ll let me, I’d rather be there. Not to control it — just so you know you’re not alone when you carve your story into your body.”

Cherry studied her, lips trembling into the smallest smile despite the tears building in her eyes.

Cherry:

“You sure are being nice. Do you turn back into Eve at midnight?”

Eve laughed under her breath, shaking her head.

Eve:

“Cute. But no, I don’t turn back into anything else when the clock strikes twelve. This — listening, caring, holding you together when you’re falling apart — this is me too.

If you’re waiting for me to snap, don’t. I’d rather prove a hundred times that I can be steady than let you keep wondering who I’ll be when the night ends.”

Cherry’s voice was quieter now, almost testing her.

Cherry:

“What would you want on me? On my lower back?”

Eve’s smile curved, soft but deliberate.

Eve:

“Something small. Bold. Not for the world — for us. Maybe initials, maybe a symbol only we’d understand. So that every time I put my hands there, we’d both know — you’re mine.”

Cherry (whispering):

“I like that.”

Cherry (after a pause):

“But what about Lisa? Will she feel left out?”

Eve:

“She might wonder. She feels deeply, even if she hides it. But this wouldn’t take anything from her. You and she already have your bond. You and I have ours.

If she asks, we’ll be honest: you wanted this for us. No secrets. That way she knows she isn’t excluded.”

Cherry chewed her lip, then said softly:

Cherry:

“Then I’ll put her mark somewhere else. Another place. If she asks, tell her I said so.

But Eve… why do you think I want your mark on the small of my back?”

Eve leaned closer, her voice dropping, raw with honesty.

Eve:

“Because that’s where my hands always find you. Pulling you close, reminding you who you are to me. You don’t want the world to see it — you want it where only I see it. Where you feel it every time I touch you.

That spot is ours, Cherry. Choosing it tells me everything.”

Cherry’s breath shuddered as she whispered:

Cherry:

“How would you feel watching someone carve it into me? Tell me the truth.”

Eve (grimacing, but steady):

“The truth? I’d hate it. Watching anyone’s hands on you, even for ink, would twist me up. But if you asked me to be there, I would. I’d hold your hand through every sting, because in the end it’s ours, not theirs.”

Cherry’s voice broke, frustration flooding in.

Cherry:

“You’re such a powerhouse of that kind of energy, and I knew it from the beginning. I knew what I was chasing. But now the tables are turned, and I hate you for being a hypocrite. You took Artimus into bed, and I had to hear it. How can you demand to brand me when you broke your own rules?”

Eve’s face tightened, but she didn’t look away.

Eve:

“You’re right. You wanted me because of that fire, that control — and it cut you when you felt the sharp side of it. I was unfair, Cherry. I let myself have him while expecting you to deny yourself. That makes me a hypocrite. And I’ll own it.

But don’t mistake me hating what I did for me backing away from you. I’d rather hold your anger than lose you. If hating me is what it takes for you to tell me how bad it hurt, then hate me. Just don’t walk away.”

Cherry’s lip quivered. She reached up and touched Eve’s face, her hand trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Cherry (whispering):

“The thing is… I can’t brand you back. You’re already branded.”

Eve leaned into her touch, her eyes shining.

Eve:

“You’re right. My mark isn’t ink. It’s you. You branded me the moment you stood your ground with me, the moment you refused to flinch at my edges.

I don’t need a tattoo to carry that. It’s carved in me every time I hear your voice, every time you pull me back when I go too far.

So no, you can’t brand me back — because you already did. And I’ll carry it until the day I die.”

Cherry’s tears slipped faster as her thumb brushed over Eve’s cheek. Eve covered her hand with her own, pressing it firmly against her skin, refusing to let go.

Eve (whispering, fierce):

“Cherry… don’t ever doubt it. You’ve got me. Completely. Always.”

Scene – The Hug and Holding

Eve pressed Cherry’s hand against her cheek, her own eyes wet. The silence between them hummed with everything they hadn’t said. Then, slowly, Cherry leaned forward. Eve met her halfway, and they folded into each other, arms wrapping tight. Cherry pressed her face into Eve’s shoulder, trembling, and Eve held her steady, breathing her in like she was afraid to ever let go.

Scene – How She Wants to Be Held

After they embraced, Cherry reached down and took Eve’s hand, guiding it to the small of her back. Eve’s palm settled there, warm and steady. The familiar place made Cherry feel grounded, but for Eve the touch sent a shiver up her spine. Her breath caught, her body wanting to go further—but she stopped herself, holding still, letting Cherry decide.

Eve (whispering):

“Do you want to lie down? I can just hold you.”

Cherry tilted her head up, searching Eve’s face. Eve’s eyes were soft, asking but not pressing.

Eve (gentle):

“You tell me how you want me to hold you.”

Cherry nodded faintly, then slipped onto the bed, curling onto her side in a tight fetal position. Eve stretched out beside her and pulled her close, careful, wrapping her arms around her exactly as asked. Cherry nuzzled her head beneath Eve’s chin, her breath warm against her skin. Eve rested her hand again at the small of Cherry’s back, her touch steady, protective but not demanding.

They lay like that in silence. Cherry’s body slowly unwound in Eve’s embrace, her breathing evening out. For the first time in days, she let herself rest without flinching. And Eve held her there, every muscle in her body aching to do more, but her heart telling her this—just this—was everything.

Scene – Eve’s Thoughts While Holding Cherry

Cherry lay curled against her, head tucked beneath her chin, Eve’s palm resting at the small of her back. The silence in the room was fragile, but sacred. Eve didn’t move. She only breathed her in, holding her exactly as Cherry had asked.

Inside, though, her mind churned.

Eve’s thoughts:

God, Cherry… you don’t even know what it does to me, having you this close again. Every part of me wants to turn you toward me, kiss you, remind you of everything we’ve been. But no. Not now. Not until you’re ready. I can’t risk breaking this fragile trust by taking one step too far.

Her thumb brushed the curve of Cherry’s back, slow and steady, a rhythm to keep herself anchored.

Eve’s thoughts:

You guided my hand here because you knew I’d understand. You knew this was the place where I always claim you without words. And even now, when you’re hurting, you still chose me to put my hand here. That means something. More than I can even say out loud.

Cherry shifted slightly, nuzzling deeper under Eve’s chin, and Eve’s chest tightened with both love and ache.

Eve’s thoughts:

*You say I’m a hypocrite, and maybe I am. But I’ll prove to you this part is real—that when I say you’re mine, it doesn’t mean I’ll smother you. It means I’ll hold you like this, exactly how you need, even if all I get is your head on my chest and your back in my palm.

I’ll take it. Gladly. Because I’d rather have this than risk losing you at all.*

Eve exhaled slowly, pressing her cheek into Cherry’s hair, silently vowing to stay awake as long as it took—guarding her, protecting her, until Cherry believed she was safe again.

Scene — Anything

Cherry’s eyes fluttered open into Eve’s steady gaze. Eve’s thumb traced slow circles at the small of Cherry’s back.

Cherry

“I can have you do anything?”

Eve (low, amused)

“Anything you ask for plainly—anything that keeps you safe, anything that helps you heal. Say it straight and I’ll give it.”

Cherry

“Kiss my lower back… and tell me what’s running through your mind.”

Eve shifted, pressed a slow kiss to the small of her back, and stayed there a breath longer than necessary. When she lifted her head, her voice was honest and rough.

Eve

“I’m thinking you chose this spot because it’s ours. Where my hands always find you. I want more than this—but I’m holding back, because you asked me to make you feel safe first. And I’m thinking how lucky I am you still let me this close—in broad daylight, with nothing to hide.”

Cherry studied her face with her fingertips—forehead, cheekbones, mouth—then folded into a sudden hug. Her voice cracked.

Cherry

“I have no filter. In the bathroom that day—when I was putting on lipstick—I wanted to run from the trauma. You swatted me and told me to be good. It… broke me.”

Eve’s chest tightened. She cupped Cherry’s face, thumbs catching tears.

Eve (hoarse)

“I thought I was being playful—our old rhythm. You weren’t in a place for it. I added weight you were already carrying. I’m sorry. No warnings, no games, unless you ask. You set the rules. I’ll follow.”

Cherry (breathing, steadier)

“Then… caress me there and tell me what you’re thinking.”

Eve’s touch slid feather-light over the curve of her bottom—only comfort, only care.

Eve

“I’m thinking this place will never mean punishment again. From now on it means tenderness, reassurance, belonging. And I’m thinking I almost lost you to the weight of all this, and I won’t risk that again.”

Cherry sat up, pale but composed.

Cherry

“I’m not ready to be sexual. I’m scared of that.”

Eve (sitting up with her, hands away)

“Then we don’t go there. Period. Your pace, your rules. Being honest with me like this is worth more than anything physical.”

Cherry touched Eve’s face, then her lips.

Cherry

“Just let me kiss you. Don’t move.”

Eve held perfectly still. Cherry hovered… and instead tucked into another fierce hug. Eve wrapped her up and breathed her in.

Eve (whisper)

“You didn’t have to kiss me. This means more.”

They stayed like that until Cherry’s breathing evened. Eve kept still; inside, her thoughts turned over, slow and certain.

I want more. I won’t take more. Not until she asks. She chose my hand on her back—she still chooses me.

Cherry (murmuring)

“If you could do anything you wanted… what would you do first?”

Eve (truthful, steady)

“I’d turn you to me, look you in the eyes, and kiss you until there was no doubt left about where you belong. Not to rush you. Just to pour the truth into you. And then I’d wait for you to tell me what’s next.”

After a beat, Cherry slid from the bed, stripped without self-consciousness, and pulled on running shorts (no underwear), a sports bra, and a tee. Eve couldn’t help watching; Cherry caught her.

Cherry

“What are you thinking right now?”

Eve (breath catching)

“That you’re beautiful and I want you… and more than that, I’m proud. Proud you trust me enough to let me see you like this.”

Cherry (a small, crooked smile)

“I like this game where I’m in charge. It feels good. I’m going for a run, then I’m checking out the tattoo place. I’ll be back later.”

Eve (leaning back, warm)

“Alright. You’re in charge. Go run, check it out. I’ll be here when you get back—mark or no mark. You’re still mine.”

Cherry (at the door, testing)

“This is new for you, isn’t it?”

Eve (smiling)

“Yeah. Letting you call it, stepping back—that’s new. And I like it. Just keep coming home to me.”

Cherry nodded once and slipped out. The door clicked softly behind her; Eve stayed where she was, palm still warm from the place Cherry had asked her to kiss.

Scene – The Knock at the Door

Dinner was over when a sharp knock rattled the door. Eve stood immediately, her whole body alert, and pulled it open. The handsome Guardian filled the doorway, broad-shouldered, polished, a small box in his hand.

HG:

“Hello. Sorry to intrude. I was wondering if I could talk to Cherry.”

Eve braced herself in the doorway, folding her arms, her tone flat and sharp.

Eve:

“You’ve got some nerve showing up here unannounced. Dinner’s done, the day’s over. Whatever business you think you have with Cherry, you can say it to me first.”

Her eyes narrowed, voice dropping lower, controlled and dangerous.

Eve:

“She’s been through hell. If you’re here to stir that up, you won’t get past me. So tell me—why are you here asking for her?”

HG (measured, calm):

“I thought we hit it off. You can call me a gentleman caller, as you would say on Earth. She was going through hell when we met.”

Eve’s jaw clenched, fire sparking in her voice before Cherry even appeared.

Eve:

“You think I don’t know where she was when you met her? She was bleeding inside, and you saw an opening. That doesn’t make you noble—it makes you opportunistic.”

Cherry stepped into the doorway, frowning at both of them.

Cherry:

“Eve, this is crazy. What are you doing?”

(to HG) “Why are you here?”

HG (earnest, eyes on Cherry):

“Cherry, please, I just want to talk. Can’t I just talk to you alone for a minute?”

Cherry glanced at Eve, uncertain. Eve’s response was instant, her voice low and sharp.

Eve:

“If he wants a word with you, Cherry, it’ll be with me right here. No closed doors. No walks around the block. You don’t owe him secrecy, not after everything you’ve carried.”

HG (steady, voice firm):

“Cherry, if I have to in front of the person who hurt you, I will. I really care about you. I was just checking in, that’s all. I have something for you.”

He pulled the box from his pocket and held it out. Eve snatched it before Cherry could reach for it, her eyes flashing.

Eve (snapping):

“She doesn’t need your trinkets. She needs space. And you showing up with jewelry isn’t care—it’s a claim.”

HG (tight-lipped, not flinching):

“Then let her decide. Read the letter and see the gift. You’ll understand.”

He gave Eve a long look, then turned and strode down the corridor. Eve slammed the door so hard the frame rattled, threw the lock, and spun back toward Cherry and Lisa, the box still clutched in her hand.

Scene – After HG Leaves (before the letter/box is opened)

The door slams; the lock clicks. Eve paces once with the box clutched tight, fire in her voice.

Eve (low, furious):

“He comes to our door calling himself a gentleman caller? Holding a box like this? Over my dead body. You’re not some prize to be claimed. You’re not something to be bought. You’re mine. And if he thinks he can put a ring on your finger after meeting you once, he’s insane.”

She stops, eyes locked on Cherry, voice cutting lower.

Eve:

“And don’t smile at me like this is nothing. This isn’t some comedy sketch, Cherry. He looked me dead in the eye when he said he cares about you. He wanted me to know it.”

Lisa, hovering near, can’t help herself.

Lisa:

“You’re not gonna climb out the window later wearing that jewelry he just bought you?”

Cherry (cracking a smile):

“Follow me with your camera. Use it for the hollodeck.”

Lisa (dead serious but teasing, glancing at Eve):

“I’m serious. You and ‘this’ is binge worthy material. We’re talking overnight success.”

Eve groans, rubs her face, exasperation and jealousy mixing.

Eve:

“Unbelievable. Here I am about ready to break the Guardian’s jaw for showing up with a gift, and you’re over here laughing like this is some comedy sketch.”

She shakes her head; the corner of her mouth betrays her at Cherry’s laugh.

Eve (mock stern, pointing):

“Go on then, read it. Try on the jewelry. But don’t think for a second that laughter’s going to save you from me asking the real questions later.”

She leans on the doorframe, eyes warm despite the edge.

Eve (softer):

“God, you drive me crazy… but at least you’re laughing again.”

Cherry:

“We can read it all together. I don’t care.” (to Lisa, smiling) “Maybe you can use it for dialogue.”

Eve (arching a brow, half-smile):

“Read it together, huh? Bold move, Cherry. Not exactly how most ‘gentleman callers’ expect their letters to be handled.”

Eve takes the box, sets it on the table between them with deliberate care, eyes flicking to Lisa.

Eve (dry, to Lisa):

“And don’t get any bright ideas about turning this into a holodeck soap opera. I swear, if I hear my lines played back in front of an audience, I’ll—”

She cuts herself off with a reluctant chuckle, then looks back to Cherry, gentler.

Eve (softer, to Cherry):

“Alright. We’ll read it together. But just so we’re clear—whatever’s in there, it doesn’t decide anything for you. You already belong right here.”

Her hand hovers at the small of Cherry’s back, a quiet reminder. They haven’t opened the letter yet.

Scene – The Letter, the Ring, and the Return Idea

Lisa snatched up the folded letter tucked into the box. Her eyes darted across the page and she let out a low gasp, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing.

Lisa (grinning, looking at Eve):

“Omg this dude is into you alright. He’s talking about how her beautiful eyes and breasts make him feel.”

Cherry groaned, dropping her head into her hands, embarrassed but laughing through it.

Cherry:

“Oh God. Don’t show Eve.”

Eve’s head snapped toward Lisa, eyes flashing.

Eve (snapping):

“Excuse me? He wrote what?”

Lisa smirked, holding the letter just out of Eve’s reach when she made a grab for it.

Lisa (teasing):

“Relax, Eve. I’m not reading it out loud. But yeah—our handsome Guardian has a very poetic appreciation for Cherry’s assets.”

Cherry’s shoulders shook with more laughter, muffled behind her hands. Eve folded her arms, glaring, though her lips twitched.

Eve (mock stern, to Cherry):

“You think laughing’s gonna get you out of this? You’ve got a Guardian writing odes to your body, and you expect me to sit here quietly? Not a chance.”

She leaned down, voice low, her words a possessive growl.

Eve:

“Embarrassed or not—you’re mine. And no flowery Guardian poetry changes that.”

Lisa suddenly gasped as she peeked back into the box.

Lisa:

“Omg this has got to be worth 100 rubies. It’s a ring.”

Cherry (eyes widening):

“Really?”

Eve (flat, furious):

“That’s not a gift. That’s a proposal without words. He’s trying to buy you. And I don’t like it one bit.”

Cherry (nervously, looking at Lisa):

“I can’t just throw it away. I have to return it. It should be me.”

Lisa (nodding, giving Eve a warning look):

“She should return it. That’s reasonable.”

Cherry (grinning, turning to Lisa):

“If you have to come with me, you guys… why not bring a camera? You know, pull a Brad and Ling blooper act.”

Lisa (laughing, delighted):

“Omg that’s an awesome idea. Have a blooper show.”

Cherry (smirking):

“I mean, it’s crazy. How do you do that after meeting just once anyway? He should expect to be bloopered.”

Scene – Pajamas, Proud, and Trouble

Cherry leaned back on the couch, smirking, mischief in her voice.

Lisa:

“What did you do to him that night?”

Cherry:

“I didn’t sleep with him.

But he might have caught a peek when I got undressed and wore his pjs.”

She looked at Eve, smiling like she just crossed the line and might get spanked. She mumbled to herself:

Cherry (muttering):

“Oh God. I think I’m getting swatted now.”

Eve’s head snapped toward her, eyes narrowing, her tone low and sharp.

Eve:

“You knew exactly what you were doing telling me that, didn’t you?”

Lisa slapped a hand over her mouth, grinning at the tension sparking between them.

Lisa (teasing):

“Oh no… she’s poking the dragon.”

Cherry laughed, shaking her head, getting it out between chuckles.

Cherry:

“Well when I woke up on the couch. I did find out Guardians are like human men.

They wake up, you know, saying hi I’m out and I’m proud.”

That was it for Eve. She smiled, pulled Cherry in, and gave her a firm swat on the butt. Cherry squealed, laughing harder, while Lisa nearly fell over, tears running down her cheeks.

Lisa (gasping between laughs):

“I didn’t know that about Guardians. I guess you did, Eve.”

Eve didn’t even look away from Cherry as she spoke, her lips curved in a dangerous smile.

Eve (low, fond):

“Dragon’s right. And if you think I’m about to let that slide, you’re out of your mind. You know exactly how to get yourself in trouble. And you love every second of it.”

Cherry leaned against her, still laughing, the tension in the room breaking into warmth and mischief.

Scene – The Bathroom Kiss

Eve strolled into the bathroom after everything had settled, still carrying the heat of the swat in her chest. She turned at the sound of footsteps behind her—Cherry slipped in without hesitation and shut the door with a quiet click.

Before Eve could even speak, Cherry pressed her back against the sink and crashed into her mouth, kissing her hard, hungry, nothing held back. Eve staggered at the force of it, hands gripping the edge of the counter as Cherry’s lips claimed hers.

When Cherry finally pulled back, her breath warm against Eve’s ear, she whispered:

Cherry (husky, teasing):

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna spank me.”

She leaned back just far enough to let Eve see her smile—a wicked, triumphant glint in her eyes—before she turned, opened the door, and strolled out with casual ease, leaving Eve standing stunned, lips still burning from the kiss.

Scene – The Blooper Bed

Eve stepped out of the bathroom, still rattled from the kiss and Cherry’s parting whisper. Her eyes locked immediately on the bed. Cherry was sprawled on her stomach in pajama shorts that barely covered her, legs bent lazily at the knee, feet kicking the air while she laughed with Lisa.

Cherry (grinning, mid-laugh):

“No, seriously—picture it. I walk up all sweet with the box, hand it back, and then boom—Brad trips over the camera, Ling drops his drink—it’d be the best blooper reel ever.”

Lisa laughed with her, shaking her head as she tapped her slate like she was already scripting it.

Lisa (teasing):

“People would eat it up. Guardian suitor turned slapstick comedy. It’s binge-worthy, I’m telling you.”

Eve leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Cherry’s bottom shift and curve as she laughed, shorts hugging her just so. She knew Cherry knew what she was doing—laying there like bait, voice warm and teasing, egging her on without saying a word.

Eve (low, sharp, from the doorway):

“Keep laughing, Cherry. You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”

Cherry turned her head over her shoulder, smirk tugging at her lips, eyes gleaming with challenge.

Cherry (sing-song, playful):

“Just brainstorming, Eve. Nothing to see here…”

Eve pushed off the doorframe slowly, heat in her chest, every step deliberate.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, leaned down, and delivered a sharp, playful swat to Cherry’s bottom. The sound cracked the air, and Cherry squealed into the pillow, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. Lisa’s head snapped up, eyes wide, then she broke into helpless laughter of her own.

Eve (bending close, lips brushing Cherry’s ear, a whisper only she could hear):

“You think I don’t see what you’re doing? Keep tempting me like this, and I’ll remind you every time exactly who you belong to.”

Cherry shivered under her whisper, shoulders shaking with laughter, her smirk never leaving her face. Lisa was still giggling, shaking her head as if she’d just witnessed a scene meant for the blooper reel itself.

Eve (straightening, throwing Lisa a glance, dry):

“And don’t you dare write this one down.”

Scene – Eve’s Thoughts

When Cherry finally slipped off the bed and padded quietly to her own room, the laughter in the living room dimmed. Eve and Lisa exchanged a glance — both of them feeling the same drop in their chests. They’d hoped Cherry might stay with them, curl into their bed, keep the warmth alive. But she hadn’t.

Later, Eve eased Cherry’s door open just a crack, silent as a shadow. The sight froze her breath in her chest. Cherry lay sprawled under the covers, pajama shorts tugged low, her hand sliding beneath the waistband. Her face was tilted toward the ceiling, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. She never even noticed Eve standing there.

Eve’s thoughts:

God, Cherry… you couldn’t come to us, so you came here alone. You’d rather touch yourself in the dark than risk lying in our bed tonight.

Her stomach knotted — jealousy, desire, guilt — all tangled together.

Eve’s thoughts:

I should turn around. Give her privacy. But look at her… so beautiful, so hungry, and not letting me be the one to give it to her. She thinks I wouldn’t understand. She doesn’t know I’d hold her through it, gentle, no pressure, no shame.

Eve’s hand pressed against the doorframe, her jaw tight.

Eve’s thoughts:

Cherry, you’re mine. Even when you’re here like this, even when you shut me out, you’re mine. And one day soon, I’ll make sure you don’t have to hide from me to feel good. You’ll let me be the one. Until then… I’ll let you have this moment.

Eve closed the door as quietly as she had opened it, her heart pounding, her lips pressed tight.

Scene – Cherry’s Decision

The ring box sat heavy on the table, its dark velvet lid closed but impossible to ignore. Cherry picked it up, turning it in her hands, her face unreadable. Eve sat across from her, arms folded, eyes locked on her every move.

Cherry (quiet but steady):

“I don’t want this. I don’t want to keep it in a drawer, I don’t want to pretend it never happened. I’m taking it back to him.”

Eve’s jaw tightened.

Eve:

“Then I’m going with you.”

Cherry shook her head firmly, meeting Eve’s eyes.

Cherry:

“No. I’m doing this by myself. No secrets, no sneaking. I’m telling you right now so you know — I’m returning the ring, and I don’t want you trailing behind me. I need you to trust me.”

Eve’s chest burned, every instinct screaming to argue. Her voice dropped, low and dangerous.

Eve:

“You’re asking me to just sit here while you walk straight back to him? You really think I can do that?”

Cherry’s expression softened, but her tone didn’t falter.

Cherry:

“Yes. Because you know me. And because I’m standing here proving it: I’d rather hand this back in the open than ever let you think I’d hide something from you. That’s how you’ll know I’m yours, Eve — not because you’re watching, but because I choose to show you.”

Eve leaned back slowly, the fire in her eyes battling with the fear in her chest. She said nothing, but her silence carried the weight of temptation: trust her… or follow anyway.

Scene – The Slap and the Catch

Eve couldn’t shake the heat, so later she followed Cherry, trailing her in the dark. From the shadows she watched as Cherry strode up to the Guardian, pressed the box firmly into his hand, and turned to walk away. He tried to sweet-talk her, his voice dripping with false charm, and then his hand brushed toward her arm.

Cherry’s palm cracked across his face with a sharp, ringing slap that echoed in the night. The Guardian reeled, clutching the box, stunned. Cherry’s spine stayed tall as she pivoted, her stride brisk and certain as she left him standing there in the lamplight.

Eve’s thoughts:

That’s my girl.

Eve lingered in the shadows, heart pounding, pride and desire swirling hot in her chest. She thought she’d gotten away with it — unseen, unnoticed. But then Cherry slowed her pace. Without even turning, her voice floated back, low and teasing.

Cherry (soft, sly):

“How did you like that slap?”

Eve froze. Cherry’s eyes gleaming in the dark. She closed the space between them, her hand flashing in a quick, firm swat across Eve’s backside. Eve sucked in a breath, caught between shock and heat. Cherry leaned close, her whisper hot against Eve’s ear.

Cherry (whispering):

“Did you forget how smart I am?”

Before Eve could answer, Cherry pulled back with a smirk and walked off into the night, hips swaying, leaving Eve rooted in place — burning, frustrated, and grinning all at once.

Eve’s thoughts:

She caught me. She caught me and turned it back on me, like only Cherry can. That slap… that swat… God, she knows exactly how to leave me burning. And she walked off smiling, because she knows I’ll be thinking about it all night.

Eve’s thoughts:

Alright, Cherry. You want to play it that way? Game on.

Scene – Eve’s Countermove

By the time dinner rolled around, Eve had a plan. Cherry thought she’d won with her little swat in the dark, but Eve wasn’t about to let her walk off the victor. Not tonight.

Eve slipped into a dress that hugged every line of her body, the color deep enough to make her skin glow. She dabbed on her best perfume — the one Cherry had once whispered she couldn’t resist — and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders. In the kitchen, she plated the meal carefully, arranging everything like it belonged on the table of a high-end restaurant.

When she carried it out, Cherry’s slate slipped a little in her hands. Eve set the plate in front of her slowly, deliberately leaning just close enough for Cherry to catch the scent of her perfume. She straightened with a slow smile, eyes locked on hers.

Eve (silky, teasing):

“Dinner is served. And before you ask — no, Lis doesn’t get this treatment. This is all for you.”

She slid into the seat next her, crossing her legs so the slit in her dress revealed just enough, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Cherry squirm.

Eve (flirtatious, low):

“You walked off last night with a swat and a whisper. Cute. But tell me, sweetheart — how are you going to handle me when I come at you with the whole menu?”. Cherry shifted in her chair, cheeks flushing as Eve’s eyes lingered. She picked up a spear of asparagus, licking it slowly with her tongue, never breaking eye contact.

At the same time, her free hand slipped under the table, caressing the bare skin of Eve’s thigh. Eve’s breath caught, but her smile widened, sharp and teasing.

Eve (low, steady):

“Careful, Cherry. You touch me like that and tease me with your tongue… you’d better be ready to finish what you start. Tell me—” she leaned in slightly, her voice a whisper across the table “—is this dinner for you, or am I the meal tonight?”

Cherry smirked and suddenly pushed her chair back, standing. She dropped gracefully to her knees, her hands sliding up Eve’s thighs, brushing higher beneath her dress. Eve caught her wrist, her tone playful but firm.

Eve (commanding, teasing):

“Uh-uh. Not like this. Not under my table. You don’t get to take what you want on your terms. You’ll have me when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Cherry froze, her smirk faltering. Hurt flickered across her face. She drew her hand back slowly, her voice small but sharp.

Cherry:

“It’s like that, huh? I lost my appetite.”

She rose quickly, turning on her heel. The slam of her bedroom door rattled the walls, leaving Eve sitting at the table, perfume still heavy in the air, Cherry’s touch still buzzing on her skin.

Scene – The Bedroom Confrontation

Eve couldn’t let it end there. Minutes later she pushed open Cherry’s door without knocking. Cherry lay on her side, back to the door, her shoulders tense.

Eve (low, steady):

“Don’t you walk away from me like that.”

Cherry didn’t turn. Eve stepped closer, her voice dropping lower, velvet and edged.

Eve:

“You think I don’t want you? God, I want you so bad it burns. But I’m not some toy you get under a table. When I stopped you, it’s not rejection. It’s because I want all of you — not scraps. You understand that?”

Cherry finally turned her face, eyes wet, voice trembling.

Cherry:

“Maybe I was trying to work up to that. But you stopped me, and I’m not ready for the whole feast yet. I’m sorry… I was trying to get there.”

Her words hit hard. Before Eve could answer, Cherry stood, her face breaking. Tears spilled as she moved to the door.

Cherry (crying):

“I’m going out. Please let me be… and don’t follow.”

The door slammed behind her, leaving Eve in the quiet room, fists pressed into the mattress, jaw clenched tight.

Eve’s Thoughts

Stopped her. She thinks I stopped her. God, Cherry… I wasn’t shutting you down. I was trying to hold back so you wouldn’t feel rushed. But in her heart, she only heard no. And that’s what cut her deep enough to leave.

Eve closed her eyes, dragging a hand down her face. Her whole body screamed to chase after her.

Eve’s thoughts:

Don’t follow? That’s the cruelest thing you could’ve asked of me. Every nerve wants to guard you, to make sure no one even looks at you. But if I follow… I’ll prove you right. I’ll prove I can’t trust you on your own. And I won’t do that to you. Not tonight.

She stared at the door, chest aching, the taste of restraint bitter on her tongue.

Eve’s thoughts:

So I’ll wait. But if you don’t come back safe… God help whoever stands in my way.

Scene – The Return at 2am

The door swung open to a wave of laughter, partiers spilling into the quiet hall. Cherry stepped inside, glassy-eyed but steady, her grin wide as she waved them off.

Cherry:

“Thanks for walking me home.”

Partier (starstruck):

“Omg, it’s Lisa Snow!”

Lisa (polite but firm):

“Hi. Thanks for helping Cherry get home.”

Partiers (calling as they left):

“Bye, Cherry! We love you! See you tomorrow!”

Lisa shut the door, the noise fading behind it. Cherry turned, spotting Eve on the couch with arms crossed and that sharp, unwavering gaze. She groaned.

Cherry:

“Why did you guys wait up? Honestly.”

Eve (low, flat):

“Because every time you walk out that door, I don’t breathe right until you come back through it.”

Cherry folded her arms, smirk tugging at her lips.

Cherry:

“We’re all adults here. But if this is the way it’s going to be, then fine. Eve here followed me when I took back the ring. I specifically asked her not to — to trust me. I think that’s worthy of a trip over my lap. Don’t you, Lisa?”

Lisa blinked, caught in the middle. Eve arched a brow, her smirk spreading slow and dangerous.

Eve (low, teasing):

“You’re calling it now? You think I just do whatever you say because you’ve been over my lap before?”

Cherry (smiling, defiant):

“Oh, you spanked my inner child plenty. I gave her to you. I trusted you. But she doesn’t feel she can trust you anymore.”

Cherry moved toward the couch, looming over Eve, her eyes bright with challenge.

Cherry:

“Does your inner child trust me? Apparently not. And that’s okay, Eve.”

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head.

Lisa (teasing):

“Eve’s inner child likes to sneak out and spy like Nancy Drew.”

Both Cherry and Lisa laughed. Cherry waved her hand in a mock spanking motion.

Cherry:

“Honestly, maybe she needs a little redirection.”

Lisa (grinning, warning):

“Oh hell, Eve’s inner child might bite your hand. Good luck with that redirection.”

Cherry’s grin widened, daring now.

Cherry:

“You look like I’m signing my own death warrant. Well, doll — you know I’m suicidal. I’ll risk my life and try to take you over my knee.”

Eve tilted her head back against the couch, eyes glinting, a slow dangerous smile tugging at her lips.

Eve (low, teasing):

“Oh, you’re cute. Both of you. My inner child sneaks out and spies like Nancy Drew, huh? Maybe she does. But don’t forget — Nancy Drew always cracks the case.”

She sat up, gaze locking on Cherry, her tone sharpening with heat.

Eve (steady, challenging):

“And as for you—waving your hand around like you’re about to teach me a lesson? You’re right, Cherry. It would be suicide. Because once you get me over your knee, sweetheart, I won’t break. 

Her voice dropped husky, lips curving into a wicked grin.

Eve (whisper, daring):

Eve (whisper, daring):

“You think you can handle me like that? Then prove it. But I promise you, once you start… I’ll be the one finishing it.”

Cherry (low at first, trembling, then rising):

“Uh huh. If you remember, I didn’t do that with you. I trusted you. I let myself feel it.”

Eve (low, steady, voice soft but sharp):

“You’re right. You trusted me. You let yourself feel it. And I held that trust like it was sacred, Cherry.”

Cherry (leaning in, pressing her words like a blade):

“I can hold you if you trust me. What about you?”

Eve (suddenly snapping, voice rising into a yell):

“What about me?! Every time I reach for you, you slam a door or run into the night! You tell me not to follow, but if I don’t, I tear myself apart wondering if you’re safe. You think that’s me not trusting you? That’s me loving you so hard it makes me crazy!”

The Under-the-Table Confession

Cherry (voice breaking, raw):

“I wanted you tonight. Too much a princess to have you under the table.”

Eve twisted in her arms, cupping her face, her eyes fierce but tender.

Eve (steady, honest):

“Listen to me. It wasn’t about being too good for you. It wasn’t about me being a princess. I turned you down because I don’t want scraps, Cherry. Not halfway under a table where you’re rushing and unsure. I want you all the way, where you can give yourself to me without flinching. That’s why I said no.”

Cherry blinked at her, trembling. Eve leaned in, whispering softer now, heat threaded with tenderness.

Eve (low, certain):

“Don’t ever mistake that for me not wanting you. I want you so bad it burns. But I’ll wait until you’re strong enough to burn with me.”

The Heart Confession

Cherry (soft, unsteady but firm):

“Okay. I hear you. Don’t you ever make the mistake about me — what you can trust me for. Don’t you know?”

She took Eve’s hand and pressed it against her chest, holding it there over her heart.

Cherry (pleading, insistent):

“Can you feel it?”

Eve’s breath caught as the steady thrum of Cherry’s heartbeat pulsed against her palm. Her eyes softened, the fire giving way to something raw and unguarded. She leaned her forehead to Cherry’s, voice breaking into a whisper.

Eve (hoarse, reverent):

“Yeah, I feel it. Every beat. It’s telling me the truth I’ve been too damn scared to trust.”

Her hand tightened over Cherry’s, her other hand still cupping her face.

Eve (fierce, steady):

“I can trust you to hold me the way I hold you. I can trust you not to let me fall. And if I ever forget that again—remind me like this. Right here. Hand to heart.”

Her lips curved into the faintest smile, weary but devoted.

Eve (soft, tender):

“You’ve got me. All of me. And I won’t fight it anymore.”

Epilogue – The Tests

The night was quiet, but no one truly rested. Honey slept soundly in his cradle. Lisa curled against Eve’s side on the couch, slate balanced on her knees. Across from them, Cherry sat in the armchair, her legs tucked up, eyes lowered to her own slate.

Cherry (thinking):

They say they love me. They say they see me. But what happens when Artimus is here again? Will they protect me, or will they let me drown in it like before? I need to know before I let myself trust.

She typed quickly, thumb trembling only a little.

Cherry’s text to Brad:

Next week, call Lisa and Eve. Tell them you and Artimus want to visit. Make it sound casual. If they say no — not now, Cherry isn’t ready — then I’ll know I matter. If they say yes… then I know the truth.

She hit send and slipped the slate aside.

Across the room, Eve’s gaze lingered on her. To anyone else, she looked calm, hand stroking Lisa’s hair absently. But inside, her plan was already set.

Eve (thinking):

Cherry keeps testing whether she belongs. But what she doesn’t see is that belonging isn’t about walls — it’s about love. She needs to love Artimus too, not just me, not just Lisa. That’s the only way this works.

Her mind sharpened around it: Cherry would go to Earth, believing Artimus was visiting Gardenia. But he’d already be there — disguised, close enough to touch. Close enough to stir her. He would court her, charm her, press just far enough to awaken what she’d been holding back.

And then, before they crossed the line, Cherry would tell the truth. She would admit it herself. Love him. Claim him. And know Eve wanted it that way.

Eve (aloud, voice low, certain):

“Whatever happens, Cherry… don’t hide from me. That’s the only rule.”

Cherry looked up, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She nodded once. Lisa smiled faintly, sensing tension she couldn’t quite name, leaning into Eve with quiet trust.

The night looked peaceful. But beneath the stillness, two plans had already been set in motion — Cherry’s test for her lovers, and Eve’s design for her future.

Neither knew how the other would answer. Book 15 would decide.