crossing_lostrp | [Scott] Day 20 (morning): Back to Reality (open tag)

The 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.

Threaded | Flat

Last night's spaghetti had been well received, so while the caffeine fiends took responsibility for the coffee, no one had any objections when May pulled out the eggs and bacon and started cooking breakfast, and at least one person got up to help. Her quick reflexes also helped in dodging a concussion several times as Rodney kept swinging cabinets open wildly in his search for coffee supplies.

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.

Claire, Megabyte learned from May, was in the large, private room right off the kitchen. He knocked lightly, and opened the door a bit to peek in when the call of "Get lost," came from the other side of the door in a distinctly masculine voice.

"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 sophiedb or if anyone feels up the challenge of channeling House, or whatever.

Kenzaki found Jakkuson-san in the kitchen the next morning. As the sun started peeking over the trees, he'd returned to the stream and watched as Scarab Undead's form had melted away into quick nothingness.

"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."

[Mayday] Rise and shine? (tag Scott, open)

[Megabyte] Found Her (tag Claire, House*, open)

[Kenzaki] Thanks, and Thanks again (tag Daniel, open)