“You eat!” Helena said firmly, shoving a box of food at
Thea.
“I’m good,” Thea said trying to wave off the box of
dehydrated… honestly, she didn’t know what it was but she figured you weren’t
suppose to cram them in your mouth like her brother and her friends were.
“You eat, get strong!” Laurel said firmly. “No strong, no
fuck.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine for a bit. Think I’m a bit…
fucked out… for the moment.” Oliver just stared at her, like he couldn’t
understand such a concept, while Laurel and Helena continued to gorge
themselves on the rations, clearly thinking that Thea’s loss was their gain.
The younger of the Queen siblings watched as the three
muscle-bound behemoths continued to eat everything in sight and couldn’t help
but find everything oddly interesting.
Of course, part of that might have been that focusing on
them was less painful than focusing on what the hell she was going to do to fix
this.
In her heart she hoped that Oliver, Laurel, and Helena
would snap out of their savage states soon and all four of them could
brainstorm how to fix all this. Her gut, however, trembled with the fear that
this was it and that the three of them were stuck like this and that it would
only be a matter of time before she was unable to fight back and devolved like
them and all hope was loss. Worse, even if they did manage to get back to their
normal minds Thea wasn’t for sure how they were going to fix their physical
issues. Ray Palmer was god know’s where with Rip Hunter traveling through time.
There was no one in Felicity’s company that could help them. Barry may have
been a solution but he, along with Felicity, Caitlin, and Iris, had disappeared
(‘But at least they aren’t dealing with this, lucky bastards’ Thea thought).
And then there were the logistical issues until they could shrink down, like
food and water or keeping themselves contained and resisting the call to go
savage.
Yes, watching her giant dumbed-down friends eat was more
calming than thinking about just how screwed they were.
Thea watched as Oliver bit into a can and spat out the
hunk of metal before slurping down whatever it contained. It was all rather
interesting. They didn’t seem to have a care in the world other than satisfying
their basic urges. They were definitely happier than they had been before the
change. Just days ago Oliver had been dealing with Felicity breaking up with
him, Laurel was struggling with a hard case, Helena was angry at everyone, and
they had the threat of Hive hanging over their heads. They had all been
miserable, trying to juggle their normal lives and their heroic alteregos.
But now… now her friends and brother seemed peaceful (or
as peaceful as giant cavepeople could be). They weren’t worried about bills or
jobs or what the neighbors thought. Helena was grinning as she nuzzled Oliver
while Laurel’s biggest concern was how to get more chips into her mouth. They
were calm and it was clear that they were enjoying themselves.
The only one who wasn’t happy… was her.
‘And that’s because I’m fighting it,’ Thea thought to
herself. ‘I’m trying to resist because I can see how wrong this is… but is it
really wrong? I mean, yeah, Oliver is my brother… but history is full of
brothers and sisters marrying to keep the bloodlines pure. And he’s only my
half brother and knowing our mother I wouldn’t be surprised to learn Ollie was
adopted.’ Thea looked down at her massive body. ‘I’m worried and scared and
that is making me miserable.’ She slowly reached over and grabbed a box of what
she assumed were potato flakes and dipped her hand inside. ‘I’m not going to
change their minds… they are going to get their fill and either fuck me silly
or storm out of here and then everyone will see us. Wouldn’t… wouldn’t it be
better to just… give in?’ Thea slowly pulled out a handful of flakes and
brought them to her mouth, licking her palm and fingers clean before going back
for more.
“You eat!” Helena said in surprise. “Get strong! Strong
enough to be fucked?”
Thea looked at Helena and smiled weakly. “I guess so.”