crossing_lostrp | [Dean] Ah, shite (tag isabel, MB, Locke, Claire, open)

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[Dean] Ah, shite (tag isabel, MB, Locke, Claire, open)

Dean kept watching both the room and Isabel. Waiting and expecting something to happen. "Dean, could you give me a hand?" Great, yeah, he wanted to, but that would mean not being able to watch Isabel. "DON'T Move!" Dean threatened Isabel. He clamored into the room on the other side from Locke and hefted Claire up. Yeah, she was preggers alright. Damon moved off to the side, obviously unhappy about being so far away from Claire. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of your lady and your baby."

Isabel poked her head through the door and stared slackjawed at Claire. Dean became instantly alert to any move on her part, but she simply stared.

ooc: I've assumed that Dean sorta picked up on their attraction subconsciously and then extrapolated to one helluva assumption.

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Locke thought he had good reflexes.

Not as good as Dean's.

The young man hurled himself at Isabel, sending both of them to the ground. Sam leaped out of the way, still staring goggle-eyed at Isabel. "Dean! She's telekinetic!" He hovered over his brother, clearly unsure about what to do.

"No shit, Sherlock," Dean shot back as he grabbed hold of Isabel's wrists. "What the fuck kind of name is Vilandra?"

Locke was certain that now was not the time to question the powerful young woman's name. At least the room had stopped shaking.

"No one's killing anyone," Locke said with quiet authority. He divided his attention between Claire, who'd curled up against Damon, and the trio in the hall. He deliberately stood between Isabel and Claire and addressed the former. "The *pregnant woman* you just attacked is Claire. She's from Sydney. She's one of the kindest souls on this island. She's not Tess."

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*facepalm*

Oh, I know! It's the latest island threat: instantaneous clones. Just add water! XD

*snigger* now that really would be funny XD

Hmm....

Ruh-roh, Reorge.

*points at S_S* It'd be all your fault! *snigger*

Megabyte had enough. More than enough. He recognized that look on the Psycho Ho Beast's face, and he glared at her even as she broke into tears.

/Do. Not. Fucking. Go. In. Claire's. Head. Again./ His telepathic communique was not kind, not gentle around the edges. He pushed himself into her mind as she pushed herself into Claire's. Megabyte didn't hear what she was saying to Claire, didn't care what she was saying to Claire. All he knew was that he wanted her as far away from them as possible.

She didn't know how lucky she was that Tomorrow People couldn't kill.

He cradled a sobbing, scared Claire in his arms and forced himself to look at Locke. Megabyte didn't trust himself to speak or continue looking at the Blonde Psycho. "Keep her away from Claire. I mean it. Next time it won't be just a wall of force. I can't kill her, but I can protect Claire."

His words were low and tight, and colder than anyone had probably ever heard him speak before. Claire's emotional turmoil rolled over him and into him, all her fear, all her confusion, all her anxiety. He stroked her back and her hair, and then very deliberately and carefully removed the IV from her arm. Pierson or House could replace it once he'd gotten Claire safely back in her room.

Pulling Claire into his side, he washed his senses over her. She was also in pain, probably from a combination of the throw, the fall, and her ankle that she complained of earlier. Megabyte stood slowly, pulling Claire to her feet as well, and encouraging her empathically to lean her weight on him and keep it off of her ankle.

"C'mon, let's get you back to your room," he told her quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist. Megabyte looked around, purposefully ignoring the Blonde Menance, "There's a wheelchair, can someone find it?"

He'd carry her himself, but he knew that his shoulder wouldn't allow it. Megabyte didn't know what Scott had done, but he was surprised that he hadn't started bleeding again; if it had been stitches, he knew that he would have already pulled them.

((OOC: Blonde Menance. *snicker*. I'll hold back a bit now and let everyone else do their thing. Take Isabel anywhere you like, but don't expect coherent conversation from her for a while.))

Isabel grimaced at the telepathic command which pushed its way into her mind. It carried hurt and pain, and it wasn't just because it was projected to her so violently. This man was hurt, he cared for Claire so much...

"I'm sorry," Isabel cried, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I had to look, I had to find out who she really is!"

She gave up trying to get Dean to let her go and lay on the floor, sobbing three years' worth of pent-up grief and anger into a salty puddle under her cheek.

Dean had Isabel pinned. She finally stopped struggling, but he wasn't buying it. If she thought he was one of those kind of men who melted when a woman cried...she didn't know the kind of 'women' he usually fought. He looked at Sam to make sure Sam had his back in case she went all telekinetic again, then spoke to Damon.

"We've got her. Get Claire somewhere safe."

Sam moved into position and he noticed that Locke moved into another equally defensible position just in case. Dean was getting suprised by the old man more and more.

The flatness of Damon's voice and cold in his eyes sent a chill up Locke's spine. "I can't kill her," Damon had said. (Good thing for Isabel.) Locke briefly considered the clearly powerful young woman -- yet another psychic, he presumed -- sobbing on the floor. He wondered what this Tess had done. He wondered if she was dead.

Damon helped Claire to her feet. "There's a wheelchair, can someone find it?"

After exchanging a look with Dean and Sam, Locke retrieved the wheelchair that had carried Ami to the cafeteria. Even though it wasn't for him, he was loathe to touch it. The questions of the few remaining in the blood-spattered cafeteria were a welcome distraction. "Everything's under control," he reported as he wheeled the chair into the hallway.

Locke helped Damon ease Claire into the vinyl seat, then turned to the brothers. "May I borrow one of your handguns?" The boys blinked a question at him simultaneously. "I'll escort Damon and Claire. My knife isn't much good against an adversary with a gun."

The brothers glanced at each other, then nodded. Sam handed over his safetied .45 handle-first. "Thanks," Locke said as he accepted it. After taking a moment to familiarize himself with the weapon, he thumbed the safety off and turned to Damon. "Let's go." He fell into step beside Damon, who pushed Claire in the wheelchair.

Fortunately, the walk back to Claire's room was quick and quiet, and Megabyte easily ignored those gathering around, whispering and asking questions. He'd let someone else worry about the Blonde Menace, his focus was entirely on Claire and making certain that she was all right. He only peripherally noticed Locke and Daniel exchanging quiet words in the doorway.

Something crunched beneath the soles of his shoes and the wheels of the chair. Megabyte looked down, his brain puzzling.

(Glass?)

Placing the wheelchair in lock, he strode forward, carefully, inspecting the spray range of the glass. Bits littered the nightstand and Claire's bed.

"Claire?" Megabyte returned to her side, crouching, not kneeling, down by the chair so that he could meet her gaze. She'd tried to curl up in a ball in the wheelchair as much as she could. He pushed back the anger he felt that she was in this state; anger wasn't going to help him or Claire right now.

"Claire?" He tried again. He took her hand in his and stroked the back gently. "There's some broken glass on the floor and on the bed. I'm going to have to change the bed and get the glass up, okay? I'm going to put you on the couch so that you can lie down while I'm doing that okay?"

She murmured and sobbed something, Megabyte wasn't sure if it was an acknowledgement or just continued misery from earlier. With a firm, reassuring squeeze to her hand, he stood and moved the wheelchair to its new location.

He swore internally. He couldn't move her alone. He shouldn't move her with help. Noticing Locke still in the doorway, he raised his voice just enough to get the man's attention. "We need to get Claire on the couch. And there's glass on the bed and the floor. I could use some clean sheets and a broom."

Locke wasn't surprised in the least when Daniel strode up to his post outside Claire's room. Worry, frustration, and exhaustion had drawn the soldier's features. After a quick glance into the room at Damon and Claire, Daniel turned to Locke. "The Winchesters told me about Isabelle. Claire and Damon are okay?"

"Mostly," Locke replied softly. "Claire's pretty shook up, and her ankle's sprained or broken. Damon's... on edge. We need to get Dr. Pierson or House -- Pierson down here to stitch up his shoulder. The boy won't leave Claire's side now, I'm sure."

Daniel nodded, pursing his lips momentarily. "I thought we were in agreement, John. Isabel, May, and the Winchesters are to be chaperoned at all times. Yet you left three of the four -- after one of them attacked Claire! -- alone." His words were civil, but anger flashed in his eyes.

Locke calmly met Daniel's eyes. He'd been expecting this. "It was a judgement call. Damon wasn't going to make any detours to escort the newcomers elsewhere, so I elected to go with him." The look on Daniel's face said he wasn't convinced. "I have faith in them, Daniel. Dean, Sam, and May. They're good people. Don't know about Isabel yet."

Daniel gave Locke a look he was all too familiar with -- the one that said "Are you out of your mind?"

Damon's voice carried out from the room. "We need to get Claire on the couch. And there's glass on the bed and the floor. I could use some clean sheets and a broom."

Locke looked to Daniel, who nodded. "On it," he replied, leaving Daniel to guard the room.

OOC: Not sure if Daniel was supposed to stick around, fikgirl. If not, tell me and I'll repost. In any case, Locke will be back with the supplies.

Nope, that's cool. Daniel wouldn't have gone anywhere just yet.

At Locke's acknowledgement, Megabyte returned his attention to Claire. Megabyte knelt down in front of her, and pulled her into as much of a hug as he could from the awkwardness of their position. Smoothing his hands over her hair and back, he empathically sent her sympathy, understanding, and most of all caring, affection and support. "It's okay, Claire. You're safe now. I'm here. I won't let her get near you or your baby."

He kissed the top of her head, quietly acknowledging that any other time and place it probably would have overstepped a few lines and been classified as inappropriate. Right now, Megabyte didn't care. He just wanted to be certain that Claire was okay. Pushing her hair aside, he tilted her face to look at him, catching her eyes. "It's okay now, Claire. I promise. John went to get some things, and hopefully Dr. Pierson to look at your ankle. We're going to get you back in bed, and take care of you and the little guy, okay?"

Threadus newus (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98549.html)

Dean and Sam watched them wheel Claire to another room. It was only when Claire was out of sight that Dean got up and pulled Isabel with him. Sill maintaining a tight arm lock. Not trying to hurt her, just easily subdue her if need be.

"Come on, let's go." Dean pushed her forward. "Back to the cafeteria. Save the waterworks for someone who cares." Sam had another gun out and was walking with them.

Isabel's story and the fallout have been moved to a new thread (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98840.html).

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[Dean] Ah, shite (tag isabel, MB, Locke, Claire, open)

[Locke, Sam] Well here goes my secret... (tag Claire, MB, Isabel, Dean, Kenzaki, open)

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[Megabyte] Focus on Claire (open tag)

[Isabel] Apologies (tag MB, laundry people)

[Dean] Ain't buying it. (tag laundry people)

[Locke] Escort service (tag laundry people)

[Megabyte] Settling Back In (tag Locke, open)

[Locke] Settling Back In (tag Daniel, MB, open)

Re: [Locke] Settling Back In (tag Daniel, MB, open)

[Megabyte] Offering Comfort (tag Claire, open)

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[Dean/Sam] Ok, what now? (tag laundry people)

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