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crossing_lostrpThe heavenly aromas of coffee, bacon, and eggs gradually roused Scott from a deep sleep. (Ami's making breakfast,) Scott thought muzzily. Something about that wasn't right, though. Eventually he realized what: Ami couldn't be making breakfast because she was curled up beside him.
Grinning, Scott hugged his wife closer. Ami stirred slightly, sighing contentedly. Nevertheless a sense of wrongness nagged at him. Scott tried but failed to open his eyes. (Why am I so tired--)
"Yes, Dr. Jackson, I was going to start another pot of coffee!"
(McKay?) The man's voice was like nails on a blackboard, which helped Scott claw his way to consciousness.
"'Save the world. Make more coffee.' I have to do everything around here," McKay groused. His voice was somewhat muffled, as well as the sounds of cabinets opening and closing and water running from a faucet.
The past few days' events rushed back to Scott. He groaned, which made Ami whimper slightly. /It's all right,/ he soothed. Her emotions evened out as she calmed. The fact that he felt anything at all from her was a good sign. (She's recovering. Sleeping, not comatose. Thank god.)
Scott carefully untangled himself from Ami, glancing around as he did so. They were still on a mattress in a corner of the cafeteria. Since the bunker was underground he couldn't tell if it was day or night. Judging from how hungry he was -- and how badly he had to pee -- Scott figured he'd been out for a long while.
After making sure that Ami was stable and sleeping soundly, Scott stiffly got to his feet. "Good morning," someone said.
Grinning, Scott hugged his wife closer. Ami stirred slightly, sighing contentedly. Nevertheless a sense of wrongness nagged at him. Scott tried but failed to open his eyes. (Why am I so tired--)
"Yes, Dr. Jackson, I was going to start another pot of coffee!"
(McKay?) The man's voice was like nails on a blackboard, which helped Scott claw his way to consciousness.
"'Save the world. Make more coffee.' I have to do everything around here," McKay groused. His voice was somewhat muffled, as well as the sounds of cabinets opening and closing and water running from a faucet.
The past few days' events rushed back to Scott. He groaned, which made Ami whimper slightly. /It's all right,/ he soothed. Her emotions evened out as she calmed. The fact that he felt anything at all from her was a good sign. (She's recovering. Sleeping, not comatose. Thank god.)
Scott carefully untangled himself from Ami, glancing around as he did so. They were still on a mattress in a corner of the cafeteria. Since the bunker was underground he couldn't tell if it was day or night. Judging from how hungry he was -- and how badly he had to pee -- Scott figured he'd been out for a long while.
After making sure that Ami was stable and sleeping soundly, Scott stiffly got to his feet. "Good morning," someone said.
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[Mayday] Rise and shine? (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-22 02:03 pm (UTC)She turned and grinned as Scott stirred and sat up, blinking as he looked around sleepily. He and Ami had been out for hours, but they'd both needed the rest. And a good breakfast wouldn't hurt. "Good morning," she greeted as he got to his feet. "How are you doing?" She cocked her head to indicate Ami as well, since Scott had taken a moment to check on her before getting up.
[Scott] Rise and shine? (tag Mayday, open)
Date: 2006-08-22 03:20 pm (UTC)[Mayday] Rise and shine? (tag Mayday, open)
Date: 2006-08-22 03:42 pm (UTC)"Everyone's more or less accounted for. Nothing much happened last night, but Dean and Faith found a Jeep outside." A fact that Dean had practically crowed over, although she suspected that wasn't the only reason he'd been grinning like an idiot all morning. "And we've got both Dr. Pierson and the Cranky Cane-Wielding Bastard here for medical expertise." She didn't know his name, and was borrowing a Faith-ism in the meantime. The nickname suited him better.
Scott blinked at that. "House is here? How long did it take him to raid the medicine stores?"
May shrugged. "I don't know, I've been steering clear of him since he showed up." She stopped, something else occurring to her. "Oh, and just to warn you: Dr. Pierson somehow found a pirate."
"I know I need coffee now. Did you say a pirate?"
"Yeah." She made a face. "Unless someone got him to actually use the bathroom last night, you'll probably smell him coming." Scott was staring at her. "Want some breakfast now and full explanations later? I'd have waited to tell you, but really, I think everyone needs to be warned about this guy."
[Megabyte] Rise and shine? (tag Mayday, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-22 04:58 pm (UTC)Megabyte registered that he was lying on something soft, not the ground and he tried to place the voices and noises around him. His head was clearer now, but the cobwebs of dreamless sleep were hindering him.
"House . . . raid the medical stores."
That was Scott's voice. Recognition of the voice, an association of the name and the previous night's – and past few days – events came rushing back to him. Fully awake, Megabyte sat up, eyes darting around the kitchen and cafeteria that must have served as the communal sleeping chamber for most given the additional empty mattresses in various areas against the wall – all out of the main traffic areas.
Ami slept not too far from where he sat, and he tentatively brushed her mind. Not enough to disturb her, just enough to reassure himself that his friend was back and whole and there. She was sleeping, but she felt normal. Given that Scott had left her side and was currently talking to someone, that had to be a good sign.
Pulling himself slowly to his feet, Megabyte stretched out. He half-listened to the conversation between Scott and – (What was her name again? Oh yeah, May.) – May while wondering where everyone, and one person in particular, was.
"Did you say a pirate?"
"Yeah. Unless someone got him to actually use the bathroom last night, you'll probably smell him coming." May paused "Want some breakfast now and full explanations later? I'd have waited to tell you, but really, I think everyone needs to be warned about this guy."
(Pirate?) Megabyte's mind echoed. He waited for shock, surprise.
Nothing. The lack of response wasn't actually surprising.
"A real honest-to-goodness smuggling, sword carrying, swashbuckling pirate?" Megabyte asked he joined the two.
"Trust me, he's not nearly as glamorous as Hollywood wants us to believe," May said.
(Pirate,) he thought, trying the idea on again for size and reaction. When no reaction was forthcoming, he shrugged it off.
"Great, what's next, Roman gladiators?" Megabyte quipped. Breakfast smelled good, the coffee smelled better, but before he could eat, he had another distraction. "Hey, do you guys know where Claire is?"
[Scott] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-22 05:42 pm (UTC)Scott chuckled. He hadn't heard the redhead approach. "Don't tempt the island, Damon. It might send a lion along, too." Damon looked really rough. Scott wondered what had happened, but decided not to ask. Damon clearly was in a hurry to find Claire. "No idea." His stomach growled loudly, as if in reply to May's earlier question. "Breakfast in a minute," he told her, then padded off to the bathroom.
There was no sign of pirates in the hallway or the bathroom. (Aliens, Tomorrow People, witches, and time travelers I can handle. Pirates?) Scott smirked as he washed his face and hands. (I'll believe it when it see it.) Then he caught his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Between the dark circles shadowing his eyes, four days' growth of beard, and gray at his temples, he looked 10 years older. (Fuck!) Scott thought, staring. (And I thought Damon looked rough.)
Pushing vanity aside, Scott finished washing up and returned to the cafeteria. Damon had disappeared to wherever Claire was and Ami was still sleeping, so Scott headed straight for the delicious-smelling breakfast. May and Daniel had cooked a huge mound of scrambled eggs and strips of bacon. "Thanks," Scott told the cooks. He loaded a plate full of food, grabbed a mug of black coffee, and took a seat at one of the tables. He was in high-cholesterol, non-vegetarian heaven.
[Jon] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-23 03:20 pm (UTC)He loaded his plate as high as he dared and grabbed a mug of glorious coffee, before turning to find a seat near Scott and other early(ish) risers. A night on real mattresses seemed to have done everyone a world of good, even if they weren't quite up to scratch yet.
"Are you sure you've got enough there?" Pierson sounded amused. "Caffeine could stunt your growth."
"That's what the heart attack's for. I've got all the essential food groups here and, if you don't mind," Jon smirked, brandishing his knife and fork like weapons. "I'm on a 'see food' diet. Interrupt me at your own risk."
There didn't appear to be much objection from the rest of the table, all stuffing their faces like there was no tomorrow.
Bad analogy, Murphy. Just enjoy the cholestrol.
[McKay] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 04:39 pm (UTC)Eggs.
Coffee.
Very little could tear Dr. Rodney McKay from his plate at that very moment. Having piled everything onto the plate, he found a spot at the table, not really caring exactly /where/ he sat before the food shoveling began. One bite, two, three, wash it down with a swallow of coffee and repeat. One would think he hadn't eaten for days.
"Pirate?" Not slowing down a bit, so that's spoken with no little food in his mouth, Rodney made a noise while holding up a finger, before grabbing at his coffee once more. Having once more swallowed a goodly amount, his expression turned long-suffering, and an exhale was given that could be considered on the dramatic side. Someone else to either watch out for, or keep an eye on, and he was betting on the latter rather than former.
"Mmmmm... could you pass the toast?"
OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 05:04 pm (UTC)Re: OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 05:11 pm (UTC)Perhaps he figured we wouldn't actually keep him?
Re: OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)[Molly] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 01:47 am (UTC)"I met the pirate. He accosted me last night in the shower. By accosted I mean his stench brought tears to my eyes, he propositioned me and tried to steam my towel. I took care of him, and I'm pretty sure someone forced a few showers on him, with bleach, maybe that soap doctors scrub up with."
Molly tucked in to her breakfast. She also had a cup of coffee. The kitchen had instant decaf. Blessed be to Daana. The stuff tasted great, even if the full version was deadly to her. And bless the kind souls who invented the decaffination process as well.
"Now the bacon, we;ve had thanks to boars, although the maple flavoring is a treat, and Dr. Pierson supplied a few eggs... but this..." Molly held up her toast, it dripped with butter under the jam. "This is a little piece of hevan."
[Mayday] Can't talk. Eating. (tag Molly, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 05:11 pm (UTC)She changed the subject. "How's Tara doing? Any better?"
OOC: Subject change is because the Captain Jack episode hasn't played out yet and I need to stop contradicting myself here. :)
[Megabyte] Food. Good. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 05:50 pm (UTC)A stack of plates had been placed on the counter and grabbing one, he began loading it up with bacon, eggs and toast. "Who cooked?" Not that he cared really. From the sounds of enjoyment, it was a good meal.
"That would be May," Daniel called out. The archaeologist was scribbling furiously on a pad while drinking coffee and absently shoving food into his mouth. From Jon's smirk and shake of his head, Megabyte figured that this must have been how Daniel looked and operated when not in the jungle wilds. "Evidently we have quite a cook among us. It's delicious."
"Smells like it," Megabyte agreed. He set his plate aside. Finding the coffee mugs was also easy – someone actually left the cupboard open, something that even he'd learned long ago was a good way to ram your head. He grabbed a mug and closed it, and poured himself a cup of coffee. Black. He needed it black.
Plate balanced on one hand, coffee mug in the other, he began to make his way back towards the door.
"Too good to eat with us?" Jon called out.
"Yes," Megabyte joked, then followed up with, "I thought I'd keep Claire company."
"Hold off on that just a minute, or twenty," Daniel looked up and waved him towards a chair. "Have a sit down. I think it's time to round everyone up and do a morning briefing. We're not in the clear yet, everyone. We still have a lot to do, and some things to decide.
"Anyone seen Locke, the Doctor, Ripley or Sam?"
Despite a few scowls, no one voiced an objection. Food was great. Real beds were great, but Megabyte doubted that anyone had forgotten that they still had several scientists, guards and nurses under lock and key.
OOC: Missing Names?
Date: 2006-08-24 06:14 pm (UTC)(Or Methos or House, but that's because he doesn't expect the doctors to be the logistic types, he figures that Methos is seeing to the women, and he really doesn't care where House is as long as he's not interrupting.)
Re: OOC: Missing Names?
Date: 2006-08-25 01:06 am (UTC)[Sam] It's a beautiful day. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)John fell into step beside Sam as he approached the cafeteria. "Good morning," the older man said with quiet smile. Somehow he'd found the time to clean the clothes he'd been wearing for the past few days, and only carried one sheathed knife. Sam felt similarly secure in the bunker; he'd only taken the 9 mm handgun with him.
"Morning," Sam returned. "How's Daisy?"
John's smile grew wider. "Doing well. Sleeping soundly." He inhaled the aroma of coffee, eggs, and bacon wafting from the cafeteria. "I'll bring a plate back to the room for her."
Sam nodded. The pair strode into the cafeteria to find several of the survivors chowing down on a very American breakfast. They exchanged hellos with the group, helped themselves to the rapidly diminishing mounds of food, and sat with the others.
[Tara] Like a sieve. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 08:31 pm (UTC)Through the night, some force would gather within her only to climax and flow through her like water through a sieve. The greater the strength of the force, the greater the pain and agony when it flowed through her.
External emotions flooded her brain and confused her such that she no longer knew where she began and where she ended, or if she even existed as an individual anymore.
Simply put, Tara wanted to die.
ooc note: Tara's magic discharged throughout the night because she can't hold onto it anymore. Some of your might have noticed if you wish. Not large banging discharged, so small glamour types (noises, lights, and some energy discharges). She's still not able to wake up. I think she's going to be out for at least another day. The external emotions she feels are some of Damon's borrowed psychic ability.
[Ami] Sleep Interrupted (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 08:54 pm (UTC)She moved again. Empty. Alone. Something was missing. Scott. Where had Scott gone? He'd been there and now she couldn't feel him next to her. Panic rose, her mind reaching out desperately even in her sleep until she felt him, found him. Close, not physically close, but there in the back of her mind, a part of her awarenss. Just like everything should be.
Ami relaxed a bit, frowned in her sleep, wrinkled her nose.
Too much stimulation. Smells, sounds, movement, feelings.
Psychically, she stirred. Physically, her body resisted.
She rolled onto her side with a faint murmur.
[Scott] Sleep Interrupted (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 12:10 am (UTC)"Are you all right?"
It took Scott a moment to figure out who'd spoken: John. He'd earned the attention of everyone else at the table, too. Now that Ami was safe and things had settled down, Scott was less than comfortable with everything he'd revealed in the past few days. "Yeah. I just... need to check on Ami."
Scott set down his fork and walked to the corner where Ami lie. He sat beside her, smoothing her hair and wondering what had disturbed her sleep. Through his touch he could tell that nothing had changed physically. /You're safe, love. Sleep now. I'm right here./
[Mayday] Sleep Interrupted (tag Scott, Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 12:34 am (UTC)"You sure we want to have a briefing here?" she asked Daniel. "At least, not someplace where somebody's trying to recuperate?"
[Dean] Sleep Interrupted (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-25 12:41 am (UTC)He was fixing him and Faith breakfast (a fact which Sam noticed with much curiosity) when a small explosion went off in a nearby room.
"What's that?" Dean sounded alarmed.
"It's Tara. It seems her magic is discharging randomly"
"Heh, wow. So that *was* fireworks last night. Cool."
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes.
Dean walked out with 2 cups of black coffee and 2 plates piled high with bacon and eggs deftly balanced in his hands.
[Scott] Sleep Interrupted (tag May, Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 12:41 am (UTC)Scott glanced back at the table and saw that May was asking Daniel. "No, I'd rather we discuss things here where I can keep an eye on Ami," he interjected. "She's out cold. Will be for a while. After we're done talking I'll move her to another room."
OOC: Just an FYI
Date: 2006-08-25 01:07 am (UTC)I'm caught up in some stuff and am going to be AFK for a bit longer.
Re: OOC: Just an FYI
Date: 2006-08-25 01:14 am (UTC)[Ami] Sleep Interrupted ([no tag])
Date: 2006-08-25 03:02 am (UTC)The uncomfortable pressing in from all sides, the suffocating and distracting stimulus faded away beneath a gentle touch and a flow of warmth and love.
(Scott,) her mind registered. She rolled into his touch, focused on his presence and clung to that, ignoring everything else.
/Safe./
She settled back into a healing slumber.
[Dean] Oh, yeah. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-25 12:34 am (UTC)Dean woke up groggy from too little sleep and too much adrenaline. It took him several moments to realize he was in a bed and that a woman was sleeping next to him. Dean smiled, "Cassie" he whispered to himself, stretched, and turned over to hold her.
Except she didn't feel at all like Cassie.
That brought Dean completely to his senses as he tensed up and tried to figure out what happened. /No hangover./ He deduced to himself. That was good. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks...albeit, pleasant Faith-smelling bricks, but bricks nonetheless, and he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Besides, there was still that wonderful smell and he was definitely hungry.
Dean carefully got out of bed and covered Faith with the remaining blankets. She murmured and rolled over, but didn't wake. Dean dressed in some clean scrubs he found in the room and carefully left.
[Rose] Breakfast and banter (open to all)
Date: 2006-08-25 01:26 am (UTC)“Well that’s an improvement.” The Doctor guided her to a table and set a bowl of soup and a cup of tea in front of her. There were even crackers.
“Do you have any idea how domestic this is?” The tea looked nice. But soup for breakfast? Her stomach fluttered at the sight of someone’s eggs. Oh. Right.
“I can make the occasional exception under certain circumstances.” He sat beside her and nicked a slice of bacon off Ripley’s plate.
“Is this going to be a reoccurring theme? Because if I decide to join up with you, I need to know how much I need to defend my food.” Ripley moved her coffee out of the Doctor’s reach.
“Bacon and chips. Oh, and onion rings. And occasionally ice cream… and digestives. Oh… and cucumber sandwiches.” Rose offered up. “Okay, yeah, he a food klepto.”
“Oi. I just don’t let things go to waste.” He snagged a cracker from Rose’s tray and grinned.
“I doubt my bacon was going to go to waste. I need protein. If I don’t get enough, you might start to look appetizing. Although you’re most likely stringy.” Ripley held her fork in a defensive position.
“So, you said you wanted to run some tests after I ate every drop.” Rose stirred her soup. Chicken noodle by the looks of it.
“Yeah. See what they put in your system, what it’s doing… or done, and maybe we can do something to help you feel better faster.” He was offering that mad smile, but she saw something else.
His eyes. He wasn’t telling her something. He also hadn’t mentioned the kissing bit. Oh, he was trying to avoid consequences there. Good at that, he was. But Rose had no intention of letting him. At least not once she felt a bit more at the top of her game.
“I heard you were up all night messing with the wiring to this place.” Rose managed to swallow a spoonful of soup. There was no real pain right now, so her stomach wasn’t rebelling.
“Yeah, had Rodney helpin’ for a bit. Made sure no lines ran in or out. I also rigged a jammer, so no signals can get in or out by remote. Unlike you lot, I don’t sleep half my life away.”
“You are so full of yourself.” Rose shook her head.
[Faith] Morning Thoughts ([no tag])
Date: 2006-08-25 07:14 pm (UTC)She stretched leisurely, indulging in the feeling of a real mattress beneath her. Faith wouldn't get too used to it - bunking down inside this place every night would get real claustrophobic after a while, and she'd had enough of being surrounded by institutional gray and green for a good long time - nope, the occassional bed was fine. But she'd stick to the outdoors.
Of course, thinking about the bed called to mind *why* she was in a bed at all, and *that* jolted her awake.
"The fuck?" Faith sat up, looking around, her question directed to the empty room. "No way. No way." It wasn't the absence of Dean that bothered her -- that was actually a relief -- it was the realization that she'd actually spent the whole night with him. NOt that it hadn't been fun -- (A helluva lot of fun) -- but that just wasn't her.
Get some, get gone. That had always been her philosophy. Right up there after "Want, Take, Have."
Spending the night?
Strangely not as freaky as she imagined it would be once she wrapped her head around it. It meant something -- she'd trusted Dean enough to stay. Hell, she trusted herself enough to stay.
Faith didn't want to think about it too hard at the moment, so she shoved the thought aside.
(Not that I'm gonna make this any kind of habit. He'd better not think this is going to be a tradition,) Faith thought as she flopped back onto her back. A tumble and a roll here and there were all well and good, but she was so completely not Little Miss Domestic and wasn't about to pretend to be. She wasn't ready to play house yet, and really she wasn't polished and shined up enough to be anyone's girlfriend.
Fuck buddy? Now that was another matter entirely.
Faith rolled over on her side and closed her eyes, deciding to focus on the fact that she didn't have to watch her back or feel afraid.
She wasn't ready to admit it, but she liked the feeling.
ooc: redirect
Date: 2006-08-25 07:44 pm (UTC)[McKay] Food. Good. Coffee better (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-25 01:30 am (UTC)Sighing, the scientist pushed against the table, sliding the legs of the chair along the floor, and grabbed his plate at the same time in order to bring it to the sink. He doesn't mind a meeting, as long as something productive comes out of it. And with this group, well, he's not always sure. He reached for the coffee pot once more, and pulling the carafe away from the burner, found that it was empty.
"What is this? I'm the only one who makes coffee?" First on the beach, now here...
Redirection
Date: 2006-08-25 03:34 am (UTC)[Megabyte] Found Her (tag Claire, House*, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 03:33 am (UTC)"Evidently those two words aren’t in your vocabulary," House accused him. "Do you blame it on the MTV or are you just stupid? Oh, never mind, don't answer that."
"This is Claire's room. Where's Claire?"
"Actually this room belongs to someone who has some really interesting tastes in porn," House waved a magazine at him. "Somehow I don't think this is going to go far to induce Miss Littleton into labor. Unless she also likes to have men –"
Megabyte interrupted him before the man could say something derogatory about Claire, or simply derogatory period, and make Megabyte want to punch him. "Dr. House, where's Claire?"
"I heard you the first time."
"You didn't answer."
"Well, I'm not her babysitter. I'm a doctor. She stood me up too you know. Of course, I think that we both want to get between her legs for different reasons."
The temptation to beat the man over the head with his own cane was particularly strong. Feeling his jaw clench, Megabyte simply stepped backwards into the hall and decided to see if a search and recovery would locate the missing Aussie. His search was cut short as the ignored necessary biological imperative that had gone ignored upon waking reared its ugly head again and he ducked into the men's room.
Bladder empty, face washed and turning away from the unshaven, sunken eyes and far too pale man in the mirror, he resumed his search.
Megabyte hadn't gotten two steps before he heard a shrill, "I don't want you to examine me! Where's Dr. Pierson?" in a far too familiar Aussie accent come from Claire's room.
"Well, I don't particularly want to examine you either. I don't much like getting this up close and intimate with a woman unless I'm getting something out of it. Or I've paid her. Or she's paying me," House's typical disdain and rudeness carried into the hall.
"You're not nice! Go away!"
"Of course I'm not nice. If I was nice, people might actually start liking me. Now lie back, close your eyes and think of England. You should be good at that."
"House, leave her alone." Megabyte ordered from the open door.
*OOC: Leaving an opening for
[Claire] Found Her (tag MB, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 02:51 pm (UTC)If Claire could have flown, she would have. Unfortunately that not only wasn't the case - not least due to her oversized bump - but her spontaneous squeal ratcheted the headache pounding through her skull up another notch.
She screwed her eyes shut against the pain, patting the mattress beside her rapidly, hoping for a hug as soon as possible.
"Why, blondie, your taste in men in improving," House sneered.
Claire scowled further, rubbing her temples frantically. The man was a bastard: he wouldn't give her any drugs and had the bedside manner of a wombat. All that euphoric cheerfulness she'd felt during the last few days had well and truly departed.
"Not you, you can get stuffed - and for the last time I'm not a bloody Pom!"
"You people keep telling me that and ya just don't get it.."
"Like I give a rat's arse!" Gah! Pain! "Shit.. Damon, my head's killing me and all he wants to do is feel me up!"
"Well if you're offering -"
"SHUT UP! I want paracetamol -"
"Which might harm you or your baby, given all the other crap they've been pumping into your system over the last couple of days, and - surprise, surprise - that's why you need an examination. Wow. Who'd'a thunk it, huh?"
"I. Know!" Claire ground out. "But it's not going to be from you. Just.. go do some research and find me something that'll actually fucking help. Don't even try to tell me you don't know what's in the medicine cabinet either, because no one's going to believe you."
"Fine. Far be it from me to keep a sheepshagger and an alien from taking care of you in your delicate condition," House stood, barely leaning on his stick as he plucked a bundle of magazines from the tray table. "They're far more capable. Gods in the field of medical science."
Claire flopped back on the bed in relief as her snarky tormentor headed out the door. Good riddance to bad rubbish. He might be trying to help, but he had a crappy way of going about it. Then the tap of House's cane stopped rather than faded away. Oh no.. just go, please..?
"You know, there is something that you could do to help," the doctor's overly cheerful tones rang out.
Damon's voice sounded closer to the bed no, but uneasy. "What's that?"
"Dopamine." Claire could almost hear those eyebrows waggling. "A neurohormone released by the hypothalamus to keep you happy when you're, you know - happy. Know what I mean? All natural, no needles, just Mother Nature's gift to you and me."
That did it. She had no idea what the bastard was on about, but if there was something that could help.. "Whatever, I don't give a shit any more! I'll love you forever if there's anything that'll make me feel half-human again!"
[Megabyte] Found Her (tag Claire, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 07:36 pm (UTC)The sound of the stopping of the tapping of House's cane made him groan inwardly. (Of course, the bastard has to have the last word.)
"You know, there is something that you could do to help," House called out happily behind him.
(I know that I'm going to regret saying this. I know that I should just keep walking and pretend that I don't hear him. But, House does not go away when you ignore him. Like a bad fungus infection, he gets worse.)
"What?" Megabyte asked carefully, continuing his approach to Claire's side. He had to admit that she looked far better than the other women. The happy drugs that DHARMA had been giving her kept her up – who knows what else they did, and she would need a doctor to look at her – but she wasn't worn down and looking like death on parade like the others.
He gave her an easy smile as he stopped by her bedside, because he didn't have to fake the happiness to see her – alive, well, whole.
"Dopamine." House continued. "A neurohormone released by the hypothalamus to keep you happy when you're, you know - happy."
(He's not suggesting --)
"Know what I mean? All natural, no needles, just Mother Nature's gift to you and me."
(He is suggesting. Asshole. House would go and suggest that just to get a rise out of me and bait me.) Clearly his days of pretending to only have a platonic interest were gone unless Megabyte managed to pull himself together – and quickly.
Then to his surprise, he felt hope surge from Claire. Her words however explained the reason for the hope and the reason that she wasn't terribly offended and disgusted by what House said. "Whatever, I don't give a shit any more! I'll love you forever if there's anything that'll make me feel half-human again!"
"You don't want what he's suggesting," Megabyte sank to the side of the bed. He instinctively slipped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. He didn't care that House was there, or what House would say or imply. Nothing could possibly be worse than the dopamine-happy-hormones reference.
"You heard the lady, she'll love you forever."
"House. Get out." Megabyte's voice was surprisingly calm.
"I'm in pain, and I'm miserable and I know that it's because of the drugs, but I hate feeling like this, Damon. If there's anything –" Claire was practically pleading with him. He saw the desperation in her big blue eyes. If she'd known what she pleading with him for, if circumstances hadn't been what they were, he would have jumped on the opportunity. But Claire didn't know what was asking for.
"Claire. Trust me, you really don't want what Dr. House is suggesting. He's just having a go at us."
"Having 'a go' at you? Trying to become a limey now?"
"House. Get. Out."
The cane began thumping again, the doctor moving towards the exit. "Then I will just take my helpful suggestions and be on my way."
(Good riddance.)
"Yes, I do! I want –"
"Sex, Claire." He knew that ears and face were flaming, and he could feel House's amusement as the man's footsteps and cane tapping receded. "House was suggesting that we have sex."
[Claire] Found Her (tag MB, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 10:50 pm (UTC)"You're kidding, right?"
"'Fraid not."
Oooooooh.
"Claire?"
Damon. Still hugging. Hugging good. Sex.. not something she'd given much thought for a while, not in a right-here-right-now context in any case. She stiffened reflexively. This was just a normal hug, right? Of course it was; that thought was dismissed immediately - House was the seedy bastard from hell who'd had the audacity to suggest.. sex!.. not Damon.
"Uh.. well I guess the almighty blush kinda distracts from the all-over body hangover." Claire grinned nervously at the ceiling. "I feel like my skin's on fire."
"Matching set, huh?"
She shuffled closer and rolled her head onto Damon's shoulder, giggling at the wall of colour that was his neck. "Your ears are redder than your hair. Ow!"
"Are you ok there?"
"Yeah," Claire cut her nod short, wincing. "But shh.. Between the aches and the blushes and talking, there's not much brain power left over in here. Bloody doctors and their bloody chemical compounds. Could you pass me that glass of water, please?"
Damon did so, care in his every movement. She didn't care what House had been suggesting.. ok, so she did, but not as much as she had.. because this was pretty good too - not to mention a hell of a lot less awkward. C'mon girl, how would you ask a mate to shag you just to get rid of a headache, really? Such a bad idea it's not even funny! Just like believing Ethan's lies. But cripes, what if Damon was really pissed off about her blanking the sex idea - even though he had too, sort of? Guys could be just as weird as girls, when they wanted.
Claire signed heavily, finished her drink and rolled the cool glass across her forehead a few times. That and a hug was clearly the best she was going to get at this point, which was great because Damon didn't seem to be pulling away in a huff. She really wasn't ready for the hour when Daniel - nice as he was - decided to ask about her experiences over the last few days though.. The memories were fuzzy, but shameful - one fancy IV and she'd been putty in their hands.
Handing back the glass, Claire kissed Damon lightly on the cheek before returning her head to its previous position. He didn't seem to mind, so she made herself comfortable and played mental two-up until she'd thoroughly confused herself about what to do next. Telling Damon about what had happened was really tempting, especially if he could pass on the information so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else's anger or pity. Then again, being on the receiving end of either from Damon would be just as bad.
After a moment's indecision, she made her mind up. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
Damon's stomach growled. Crap.
"Never mind," Claire backtracked hurriedly. This conversation wasn't meant to be, which was kind of good and kind of bad, but delaying tactics were definitely good so.. "You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."
[MB] Reconnecting (no tag yet)
Date: 2006-08-24 03:59 am (UTC)But this was Claire and she felt good leaning into his side that way. Her hair smelled good and it kind of tickled his neck and chin, but in a good way. She was warm and she was soft and she fit up against him so perfectly, like he was meant to hold her like this and Megabyte really, really didn't want to let her go.
Damn House and his lewd suggestions. Because of House, he couldn't just sit here and enjoy the moment. He had to resist letting his mind wander in places it probably wouldn't have wandered – at least not at this time – if it hadn't been for the Cranky Cane Wielding Bastard. That was on top of resisting the urge to stroke Claire's hair, which was most definitely becoming more and more appealing and harder to resist by the moment.
And he really was not thinking about that innocent kiss that she planted on his cheek.
Nope. Not going there.
Fortunately, Claire was a distraction, in a very non-romantic way as well. She was tearing herself up over something, and though he was tempted to ask, he didn't. Megabyte wasn't certain precisely how much of those drugs had worked themselves out of her system, and how much of her brain might still be clouded by them. If she didn't recall his confession of empathy and telepathy, then he wasn't going to remind her about it by telling her that he could feel her confusion.
Ignoring it wasn't an option, not without shielding himself and he didn't want to shield himself from Claire. So he focused on what he could that wasn't her tumultuous thoughts, like the fact that she was all right, and he could be here holding her. Like the way she smelled and the warmth of her body and how relaxed Junior was as well.
Her emotional tumult changed, drawing his attention before she even spoke. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
His answer, naturally, was one to reassure her and remind her that she could talk to him about anything.
His answer was meant to be that. Instead, his stomach one upped his brain and his mouth. Loudly.
Claire backed out of that conversation before it even started. "Never mind. You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."
There was no way he could lie and say he wasn't hungry. Not with his stomach seconding her suggestion. Yet, he stayed for a minute, holding her close. "Did you eat?"
"Oh yeah, Molly brought me something from the kitchen earlier. She wanted to make sure I take good care of myself." Though he couldn't see her face, he could sense Claire rolling her eyes. It made him smile; it was good to know that Ethan and his bastard friends hadn't wiped that independent streak out of his girl.
(My girl? Cripes. Get a grip, Damon. Fast.)
OOC: To be continued . . .
[MB] Reconnecting, continued (tag Claire, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 04:00 am (UTC)"That's not a hint, that's a sledgehammer," Claire teased. She tilted her head and craned her neck a bit to look at him.
Time stopped. Probably only for a split second, if that long, but it felt like an eternity – luminous eyes staring at him, face and lips and mouth so close to his. Megabyte forced himself to breathe, slowly and easily. Out, in, out, in.
"Yeah, well my stomach has always had ways of making itself known and heard." The quip came easily enough; he'd done it for years to survive. Outwardly, he was calm; inwardly, he was quickly unraveling. "I'm going to go grab some breakfast. You … relax. You need it. Drink lots of water. I'll be back as soon as I'm able.
"And if you want to talk, I'm here and willing to listen. You know you can tell me anything, right?" He gave her a gentle squeeze, a sideways hug. Kissed her temple and slowly disentangled himself from the warmth and scent of Claire.
He was almost free when he stopped himself and looked at her again. Sliding his hand into hers, he gave her hand a squeeze. His stomach could wait a minute or two more; Megabyte had to say this. "I'm glad you're okay, Claire. I know that probably sounds really lame considering what you've been through, but … I was worried. About you. About the baby. I was worried that something … that I might not see you again. So, I'm just really, really happy that you're okay."
Megabyte had never been one for deep emotional statements, and this was a clear example of the reason why. But he'd said his piece – and there was more he could have said but didn't dare – even if Claire thought that it was the stupidest thing he could have ever said.
[Claire] Reconnecting, continued (tag MB, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 01:46 pm (UTC)"You big softie. That's got to be the sweetest thing anyone's said to me in.. ack, non-cooperative brain cells," she grumbled, rubbing her forehead with her free hand in an attempt to get rid of the fog, then swatting Damon when it didn't work. "Go on, shoo - get yourself some food before they run out."
Damon jiggled her other hand a little, their fingers still entwined. "I may be needing this."
She knew he was right and she didn't want to keep him from food, but for some reason Claire didn't want to let go. It was bad enough that she'd lost her hug, though the poor guy would probably keel over backwards if he didn't eat soon. One last squeeze and she let go, looking away in embarrassment.
"You'll be back soon, right?" she whispered, suddenly nervous about being in this room without a friendly presence. It might not be that room, but it wasn't far off, and even House had kept it from feeling like something of theirs. There still weren't any windows and it smelled just the same. Maybe he could show her the way outside, to get some fresh air.
"As soon as I'm able," Damon reassured her from across the room, accompanied by the sound of an opening door. "I promise."
"Great," Claire mumbled, though she really was thankful.
Then her head swung back to the door, just before it shut. "Uh, Damon?"
"Yes?" He ducked his head back into the room, looking a little anxious.
Oops, maybe I scared him.
"I, uh, just wanted to say thanks. For what you said before?" Claire blushed again, realising that she should have said this at the time rather than ten minutes later. "It means a lot."
[Megabyte] Reconnecting, continued ([tag optional])
Date: 2006-08-24 05:51 pm (UTC)Somehow he resisted. Barely.
Megabyte gave her a sincere, warm and affectionate smile. "You're welcome."
He left before his mind and mouth could engage and follow-up with a few things that would definitely have made the situation awkward.
Megabyte hurried to the kitchen (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/95272.html?thread=3151912#t3151912), eager to get back to Claire as soon as possible.
[Kenzaki] Thanks, and Thanks again (tag Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 02:43 am (UTC)"Jakkuson-san," he said, catching the other man's attention. "Thank you again for last night. I am sorry that I couldn't answer." He paused. "But I was speaking Japanese."
Jakkuson-san seemed amused, at least a little bit. "No, you were thinking in Japanese," he corrected.
"Ah," Kenzaki said, not believing. "But thank you anyway. I will do it again tomorrow night."
[Daniel] Thanks, and Thanks again (tag Kenzaki, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 05:24 pm (UTC)"We are appreciative of the guard duty, Kenzaki-san," Daniel told him sincerely. "Why don't you gather a plate for breakfast and -" Daniel shifted his tone to let Kenzaki know that he wasn't done speaking yet, "Take it down the hall to the corner room on the left? Alex spent a good portion of the night cleaning that room and when I checked, she was sleeping in there. She'd probably like some breakfast."
He gave Kenzaki a gentle knowing smile. This way he could help the young - alien - maintain his facade of normalcy.
[Kenzaki] Thanks, and Thanks again (tag Alex, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 06:27 pm (UTC)He appreciated Jakkuson-san's thoughtfulness. This way, he had something to do and it would preserve the facade of him eating.
After he filled the plate, he followed Jakkuson-san's directions to the room. True to what he'd been told, the young woman was still sleeping. He shook her gently and as she awoke and blinked sleepily at him, he presented the plate.
"Breakfast," he said in his own language, followed by "Puresu eatu." He smiled at her and settled back against a newly cleaned wall.
[Methos] Avoiding rounds (tag Kenzaki, Alex, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 09:28 pm (UTC)Methos glanced up at the flickering lights (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/95272.html?thread=3153960#t3153960) and frowned, then knocked on the door to the so-called slaughter room. His expression suitably nervous, he pushed open the door to find the teenaged girl who apparently lived here playing with her food (some things were universal) and Kenzaki leaning against a wall.
"Good morning. Alex, isn't it? Ohayou Kenzaki-san. What an.. interesting place you have here," he remarked, glancing about the room with what might be horrified fascination. It was remarkably clean - he would have to look into which detergent she'd used, for future reference. "I don't suppose that either of you is in need of a check-up?"
[Alex] Avoiding rounds (tag Kenzaki, Methos, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 03:49 am (UTC)Reenie, like all of DHARMA, didn't have access to everything. Carlson was big on "need to know," and he decided who needed to know. Sometimes Alex was fairly certain that even he didn't know everything and that doling out in bits and dribs was his own way of feeling special and maintaining power.
While Alex truly didn't know everything about everyone in the facility right now, she knew about this one. Reenie's specialty was DNA, taking it apart, rewriting it, unraveling it and making it better. Psychic ability, self-healing, longetivity, all of it was coded in the DNA. Reenie had wanted samples from this one, but Carlson deemed him too dangerous and not worth the risk to the Life Extension Program to even try and bring him in.
Alex didn't know everything about him, but she wondered if Carlson was right. A lot of people around here were listed as dangerous -- and they were.
Eventually, she'd be called in to ask the important questions. She wouldn't mind so much if it were only about the others, but not about Reenie. She'd hand them DHARMA on a platter, but not Reenie. Never Reenie.
Before Dr. Pierson, who really wasn't a licensed doctor right now, but she'd heard he was nicer than House, appeared Alex had been hoping that she would be temporarily forgotten about and could hide out for a while.
(No such luck.)
From where she sat, moving the slowly cooling eggs on her plate, Alex shook her head. "I don't need one, but if Daniel thinks I should have one then I'll do it." She tilted her head and studied the young man on the floor, and said in Japanese, "Dr. Pierson would like to know if you're in need of a checkup."
She felt surprise from both of them. Kenzaki's eyes widened.
"Was that right? Did I say it properly? I've learned Japanese, but I've never had a real live person to practice on before."
[Kenzaki] Avoiding rounds (tag Alex, Methos, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 04:00 am (UTC)He looked up at Pieruson-san. "Pieruson-san," he said, "I am fine." Knowing that the medic would understand him, he turned back to Arekkusu-san. "There are not many here who speak my language." He'd have to be a little careful from now on, now that Jakkuson-san knew his secrets. No need to alarm this woman.
[Methos] Avoiding rounds (tag Alex, Kenzaki, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 01:05 pm (UTC)"Your accent is very good," Methos agreed dryly. "You should send Linguaphone a recording."
Methos propped the door open with his foot and leaned against the frame, thinking. A teenage girl on a remote island, raised by scientists who may or may not have caused so many weird and wonderful people to arrive on this island. She didn't look entirely happy at the moment, but that might be something to do with the fact that her home was overrun by strangers. Then again she hadn't exactly been clammering for the prisoners' release, despite one the guards apparently referring to her as "Gevalia's kid." Possessive in the sense of a test subject or daughter?
"Tell me, have you been here all your life? Are we going to have to worry about your parents posting reward notices around the island?"
There was a sense that he should recognise her from somewhere, however that wasn't unusual; far too many names and faces had been filed away in his head over the years. Not everyone stood out quite so flamboyantly as Jack Sparrow.
[Alex] Slip of the Tongue (tag Methos, Kenzaki, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 02:51 pm (UTC)Alex's smile at Kenzaki's compliment turned to a frown at Dr. Pierson's words. (Ok, so I need to work on my accent.) She wondered if he was always so dryly sarcastic.
The eggs were pretty cold by now, and Alex shoved them to the side of the plate. "I was born here. That's what I was told. I was born here, and I grew up here."
"Here as in this complex or this island?"
"Do I look like I've been locked away inside a cement building for sixteen years?" Alex asked with a considering tilt of her head. She knew the answer, which was why she asked the question: she was tanned, she was in good shape, and her growth was a little bit above averages in height for females her age.
She studied him, tried to do something she generally didn't -- read him, scan him -- but the static interference made her back off before she even skimmed the surface. "I was raised on the island. It is my home. And Reenie's my only family, I guess."
Ducking her head, Alex chewed her lip and focused on moving the eggs to the other side of the plate. She'd said too much. She should never have mentioned Reenie. (But Reenie isn't here, Reenie went back to the settlement.)
[Kenzaki] Slip of the Tongue (tag Methos, Alex, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 05:04 pm (UTC)Kenzaki frowned. The two of them were speaking English, and his still wasn't good enough to understand them.
"Could you speak Japanese, please?" he tried to ask, but for the second time in less than 24 hours, his words didn't come out in Japanese. It was a language that he'd never heard before, and judging from the expressions on the other two, neither had they.
"Sorry," he said before hoping that he'd remember how to speak in his own language soon.
(OOC: He's speaking in Undead, which hasn't been used in 10,000 years, so even Methos and Daniel would never have heard of it, much less heard it.)