[Claire] Numb

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Who: Claire
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid-morning
Invited: Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)
Status: Incomplete

It wasn't so much that Claire was unaware, more that she wasn't paying attention to anything that didn't make her feel safe. Damon's voice - that worked. So did the sofa, soft as it was. Most things on the outside to be honest, in true "grass is greener" style, though it hurt to concentrate on them. Her room felt more like sanctuary than a prison though, complete with nice fellas making it even safer. That was a turnabout. She hoped that she'd remember to thank them later, but communication was one of those things that seemed far too complicated right now.

Inside, however, Claire felt like she'd spent 80 minutes under a collapsed scrum. Head, back, stomach, ankle and everything in between - they all ached. The grass might always be greener, but Daisy's ability to yank people out of their bodies had never seemed so tempting. Rest wasn't so much an order to be followed as a decision that her subconscious had made without consultation, though Claire wasn't about to complain. The overriding feeling of numbness made the world seem as though it was being filtered through a screen of exhaustion - apart from one small glimmer of shame.

How the hell could she admit that between the gunshots and the blonde psycho's attack (which Claire dismissed as far too confusing to think about now), she'd.. well.. become incontinent?

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[Megabyte] Saved by the Molly

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Megabyte smiled slightly at Claire's insistence although he shook his head in the negative. "No, I'm not kidding you. The world is … there's a lot more to the world than you think that there is, or should be. And despite what the last week might have felt like to you, it's not all bad."

Conversations like this were not supposed to take place when a woman was in the beginning stages of labor. Bad enough that the things on this island, that people on this island – him included – were outside of everything that Claire had come to think of as normal or acceptable and that he entire world view was soon to be shattered, but her body was under enough stress without adding to it. He looked down at their still joined hands, trying to find a way to tell her the least amount that wouldn't completely freak her out or push her into the depths of serious denial and/or fear.

"There are some good things that are, well, weird, for lack of a better word. Like Ripley. She's not a normal human." There was an understatement if he'd ever made one, "But she was the only one who could get close enough to take down Boone. She's the one who disarmed and subdued him." (Don't mention the acidic blood, because that can definitely wait until later.)

"And the Doctor and Rose? Believe it or not, they're time travelers," Megabyte said with a smirk. Yes, that went back to the realm of unbelievable, but it was plausible and it was something that people could wrap their minds around. He conveniently left off the alien part on that as well though.

A soft knock on the door caused his head to turn in time to see Molly peeking slowly into the room. (Saved by the bell. Knock. Whatever.)

"Hey, I heard you were getting ready to see the munchkin on the outside." She stepped fully into the room and grinned at him. "Hey, Clint. Playing coach here?"

Megabyte smiled easily in return. Smiling was easier, as was relaxing, when he knew that Claire was safe. He gave Claire's hand an affectionate squeeze. "For as long as she lets me. I figure in a few hours I'll probably be the bane of evil and threatened with a loss of my manhood simply because I have a Y-chromosome, but I'll tough it out."