Swimming

John, Poolside in his backyard

"Hey John! Check me out!"

*sigh* I wish she would stop interrupting me just to show off. I really need to get this stupid thing working if I'm ever gonna get justice on that shapeshifter bitch. I grudgingly look up to find Rachel on the diving board in her nearly transparent swimsuit.

I thought she would be grateful to finally have a fully stocked wardrobe; but, for whatever reason, she insists on wearing the absolute minimum fabric possible around the house. I had to make the rule that she can't just go around naked all day. Maybe its a side effect of her adaptation abilities? I'll look into that later.

"Alright Rachel, I'm watching."

Flashing a big grin, she launches herself into the air. On the way down she does a series of twists, turns, and flips before entering the water with barely a splash. Through the water I can she her adaptation abilities activate, changing her hands and feet into some kind of fins. While I can't exactly make them out, I just know that she has also developed gills. All these adaptations quickly fade as she exits the pool.

"How was that, Dad?" She asks sauntering over to where I'm seated.

"It was very impressive, but I wish you would stop calling me that."

"You made me. That makes you my Daddy." She states playfully before embracing me from behind in a hug. "And I love my daddy" she coos kissing me on the cheek.

There is just no reasoning with her. I turn back to the device and get back to work.

"Are you still working on that thing?" She says resting her head on my shoulder.

"Yes, and I will continue working on it until it works, which might be soon. I think I've finally cracked the portal stability problem."

"That's what you said two weeks ago. Two weeks before that it was frequency thingamajig--"

"The frequency oscillation modulator." I mutter automatically.

"Whatever! Don't you think your time might be better served doing something_ _else?"

"No, I don't think that. This is the only way I can make sure the blue devil gets what she deserves." I quickly stand up and spin to face Rachel. "Unless you want her to get away with ****?"

"I'm just saying it might be time to move on. You do not have a monopoly on loss. Other people are hurting too, and you could help them with their problems instead of obsessing over this," she grabs the DS off the table, "broken" shaking it in my face "piece of junk." She throws the device onto the ground in frustration. On impact, the DS explodes in a blinding flash of light. I'm thrown back before landing hard.

Sometime later I open my eyes. Immediately I know we aren't in my backyard anymore.

Audience Participation Time again!!

Where should they be transported to? Do they end up in the same place or are they separated? Is one of them injured?

I want to read your thoughts in the comments.