Continuing Travels of Cophine, Chapt. 1
This follows the chapters I wrote for A Galaxy of Women, and you should totally read that entire work (here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11836590), but this can stand by itself, as well. There are no other Ledas introduced by name here, either. This is more about what they’re doing when they’re not curing them. This link for this work is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12116799
Cosima still wasn’t used to summer in late November. Their hotel room window was open, with a nice breeze fluttering the curtains, and she’d been wearing short sleeves for more than a month. Even in San Francisco it was cool and rainy this time of year, but here in Argentina it was hot.
The heat was more comfortable to think about than the image that greeted her on her screen, though. For months since leaving Toronto, she’d gotten daily updates on her cell cultures back in the lab under The Rabbit Hole. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, a computer tracked temperature, light levels, and humidity levels of the enclosure, and emailed her four photographs of the cultures, from four different angles, at the same time every day. Once a day, Hell-Wizard would check on them in person, and if anything seemed amiss he emailed her, too.
And until yesterday, things had been just peachy on that end. She had stem cells that were on their way to becoming various mouse organs. Not anymore. Ninety percent of the cultures were dead, and the others were heading in that direction. Something had gone terribly wrong, and she didn’t even know what.
“I need a joint,” she said to the empty room. Nothing answered her. “Or a drink.”