The bumping, thumping, banging and swearing worried Megabyte a great deal.
"Claire? Are you okay?" He rattled the knob.
"No, I'm not bloody ok - I've bloody well gone and sprained my ankle, and there's a bloody dryer blocking the door because I was a paranoid idiot!"
Megabyte felt the shock of the others around him from her words. "A dryer?"
"Yes a bloody dryer!"
"You moved a –" Megabyte shook his head and smiled a bit. (The woman thinks she's invincible, I swear.) The door was still locked, though.
"Okay, Claire, move away from the door, and the dryer. I'm coming in," Megabyte said.
"How're you –"
"He's got a little bit of help on the outside, Claire," Locke called out, giving Megabyte a knowing nod.
Megabyte nodded in return and telekinetically picked the lock. That was the easy part – and it was fortunate that the laundry room was one of the few rooms in this place that didn't have the security locks. He heard the lock click. "It's unlocked."
As he went to lean against the door, Locke's hand on his arm stopped him. "Let Dean and I do the pushing. You need to rest that wound of yours. You haven't even got it stitched yet."
"I didn't have time for stitches, John," Megabyte groused.
"I didn't say that you did." There was a measure of understanding in the older man's eyes, making Megabyte feel a bit bad for the sharpness of his words.
He stepped up to the door, lowering his voice so that Claire wouldn't hear it. "I wasn't actually planning on pushing, you know. I just need to get the door open enough to see where Claire is."
"Well then, I guess we better make it look good," John returned with a half-smile.
The three men pushed the door a bit, enough to slide the dryer, which should have been easy for three men when it was moved by one pregnant lady, but somehow seemed more difficult. Either Claire had been operating on adrenaline or something was wedged beneath it. Not that it mattered, through the crack he could see Claire, huddled in the corner, and significant distance between her and the dryer.
"Push," Megabyte ordered John and Dean. As they did, he telekinetically shoved the dryer across the floor, dragging whatever was wedging it in place right along with it.
With enough of an opening to fit through – the dryer was now wedged into the room at an odd angle – Megabyte hurried to Claire's side. He gave her a warm, affectionate smile and smoothed her hair with his good arm, "Now I know who to call when I need to move furniture."
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[Megabyte] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag Claire, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
Date: 2006-08-28 10:59 pm (UTC)"Claire? Are you okay?" He rattled the knob.
"No, I'm not bloody ok - I've bloody well gone and sprained my ankle, and there's a bloody dryer blocking the door because I was a paranoid idiot!"
Megabyte felt the shock of the others around him from her words. "A dryer?"
"Yes a bloody dryer!"
"You moved a –" Megabyte shook his head and smiled a bit. (The woman thinks she's invincible, I swear.) The door was still locked, though.
"Okay, Claire, move away from the door, and the dryer. I'm coming in," Megabyte said.
"How're you –"
"He's got a little bit of help on the outside, Claire," Locke called out, giving Megabyte a knowing nod.
Megabyte nodded in return and telekinetically picked the lock. That was the easy part – and it was fortunate that the laundry room was one of the few rooms in this place that didn't have the security locks. He heard the lock click. "It's unlocked."
As he went to lean against the door, Locke's hand on his arm stopped him. "Let Dean and I do the pushing. You need to rest that wound of yours. You haven't even got it stitched yet."
"I didn't have time for stitches, John," Megabyte groused.
"I didn't say that you did." There was a measure of understanding in the older man's eyes, making Megabyte feel a bit bad for the sharpness of his words.
He stepped up to the door, lowering his voice so that Claire wouldn't hear it. "I wasn't actually planning on pushing, you know. I just need to get the door open enough to see where Claire is."
"Well then, I guess we better make it look good," John returned with a half-smile.
The three men pushed the door a bit, enough to slide the dryer, which should have been easy for three men when it was moved by one pregnant lady, but somehow seemed more difficult. Either Claire had been operating on adrenaline or something was wedged beneath it. Not that it mattered, through the crack he could see Claire, huddled in the corner, and significant distance between her and the dryer.
"Push," Megabyte ordered John and Dean. As they did, he telekinetically shoved the dryer across the floor, dragging whatever was wedging it in place right along with it.
With enough of an opening to fit through – the dryer was now wedged into the room at an odd angle – Megabyte hurried to Claire's side. He gave her a warm, affectionate smile and smoothed her hair with his good arm, "Now I know who to call when I need to move furniture."
OOC: On with the show . . .