crossing_lostrp | [Claire] Numb

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?

Current Location: Bedroom G

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SCOTT ENTERS

Once Scott's head had stopped reeling from the plethora of information shared during the meeting in the control room (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101697.html), Scott went straight to Claire's room. The self-proclaimed royal alien Isabel had telekinetically thrown the very obviously pregnant Claire into a wall! (At least the Doctor's a cheerfully manic crazy alien,) Scott grumbled to himself. Isabel sounded downright unstable.

Scott stopped just outside the open door to Claire's room. The soon-to-be-mother seemed to be sleeping on a double bed. Damon lounged in a chair by her bedside reading a paperback. The redhead looked up before Scott had a chance to say anything. "Hey," he said quietly. "C'mon in."

(Her ankle's bandaged,) Scott noticed as the strode inside. He decided to ask about Damon's shoulder first. He nodded at the presumably stitched-up gunshot wound. "How's it feel?"

Damon shrugged, then winced. "Hurts."

Scott glanced at Claire, who hadn't budged, then turned back to Damon. "I can speed things along, if you want," Scott offered, keeping his voice down.

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Megabyte glanced over at the lightly dozing Claire. He was glad to see that she was taking advantage of the wait time to get some sleep, because he knew full well that very, very soon sleep would be something out of her reach – at least until she delivered the little guy.

Nodding, Megabyte kept his voice down. "If it's not too much trouble. How's Ami?"

Scott peered at him curiously, "You don't know?"

He stopped himself from shrugging. "I don't want to disturb her, so I haven't been poking around. I can tell she's resting, and she needs to do that, but I figure that you'd be the man to ask."

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Scott smiled sadly. "She's recovering, eliminating the drugs they gave her from her body. That and sleep are going a long way to help. In fact, Aiden told me that Ami got up a few hours ago to get something to eat and drink. Emotionally, though... it's gonna be a while."

Damon nodded. A flurry of emotions played across his face. "She'll be okay. Ami's a tough cookie."

"I know," Scott grinned. He glanced at Claire again. "And Claire?"

Damon's expression softened as he considered his "friend." Scott didn't need empathy to see that he'd fallen for the Aussie. "Also a tough cookie. The fact that she's still holding it together even after that crazy Amazon alien bitch decided to toss her around more than proves that."

Scott somehow held back a smirk. (He's in so deep and he doesn't even know it. I can't wait to tell Ami!) "Good," he replied simply. "Lemme fix up your shoulder, then check on Claire. I assume she has Isabel to thank for the busted ankle?"

"Yeah," Damon snorted, then moved to take off his shirt.

"No need," Scott interrupted. "I don't need to see the wound to heal it." He stood beside Damon's left side and laid one hand on his upper arm. "No infection. Good."

Scott mentally connected with his sphere in his pocket. Damon's multitude of emotions -- what little he let through his shields -- seemed to double in intensity. Among them was gratitude. "Handy talent you got there," he remarked.

"Yeah," Scott agreed absently as he helped Damon's body mend the torn and broken tissues. Faint blue light shone through Damon's shirt. "One of the few perks of being a freak... There." His sphere's hum silenced as he stopped concentrating on the silver ball. Scott definitely was feeling better because the effort had only tired him a little.

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"From one freak to another," Megabyte responded with a grin. He rotated his shoulder, marveling at how well it was and how easily Scott had done it. That really was a useful and enviable skill. Jacking into any computer system, fun yes, but not really useful. (Unless you're stuck on Mindfuck Island with a bunch of Dr. Moreau Wanna-Be's.)

That way led to unpleasant thoughts, and for the moment Megabyte pushed them aside. Right now his focus had to be on Claire and he oculdn't be calm and reassuring for her if he was wound up in knots.

"Thanks again," Megabyte told the other man sincerely. "Hey, if you're not too warn out, I mean, I wouldn't ask but …" He trailed off, his gaze moving to land on Claire.

"Yeah," Scott nodded in understanding for which Megabyte was relieved. Claire may have been sleeping soundly, but he didn't want her to pick up on the subconscious possibility that something might be wrong with her or the baby. "I'll check and heal her ankle, but you get to explain it."

"Somehow I think that Claire will take it in stride instead of listening to an explanation. She's having some head-spinning, world-turned upside down moments."

"Aren't we all?" Scott quipped.

"Oh yeah," Megabyte agreed with a nod as he watched – with more than a little bit of worry and apprehension – Scott step up to Claire's bedside. (Please let her and the baby be okay.)

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[OOC: Posting for starborn_scribe]

Scott tried to hide his nervousness as he stepped up to Claire's bedside. He'd never 'examined' a pregnant woman before, let alone one who'd recently begun labor! Thankfully she was asleep. Despite -- or possibly because of -- the introductions to the paranormal the woman had had recently, Scott didn't think she'd appreciate his little A/V display.

After triple-checking that Claire slept soundly Scott connected with his sphere, leaving it in his pocket again. With his senses hightened by his sphere Scott clearly felt Damon's nervous anticipation. "Don't worry," Scott reassured the other man quietly. He laid one hand on Claire's lower leg. "I'm not doing anything. Just seeing how she is phys--" Staring,
Scott jerked his hand back. With his concentration broken his sphere abruptly dimmed and silenced.

Alarm radiated from Damon, who'd jumped to his feet. /What is it?! What's wrong?/

Scott frowned at Claire's belly. "Nothing?"

/WHAT?!/ Damon "shouted." /Don't tell me 'Nothing' after you--/

Scott cut him off with a glare. "Would you shut up?" he hissed. "Something's *different*, okay? Caught me by surprise. If you'd let me concentrate I'll find out what." Scowling, Damon acquiesced. Doing his
best to ignore the man's pacing, Scott reconnected with his sphere and gently touched Claire's leg.

Aside from her badly sprained ankle, a few bruises, and some other things that felt "off" probably due to pregnancy and the happy pills the Dharma people had been feeding her, Claire and her son seemed to be in good health. Although Damon didn't say anything telepathically or aurally Scott could feel his unspoken questions. "She's okay. Healthy, both of them," Scott whispered.

Then he felt the differentness again. It wasn't physical, but it was faint. The more Scott searched for it, the more elusive the feeling became. Eventually Scott closed his eyes and was still psychically, hoping he could learn more about it that way.

/What's going on?/

Scott smacked Damon with the empathic equivalent of "Shut the fuck up." Then he focused on the cool comfort of his sphere to recenter himself and wait.

Moments later he felt it again. (Not it. *Him.*) Scott smiled. Claire's son was reaching out empathically. He fumbled and faltered, but was
definitely conscious and aware. Scott sent the unborn child a wave of calm and reassurance, then pointed him to his mother. Then Scott withdrew.
Claire's son needed to focus on his mother, not a complete stranger.

After taking another minute to heal Claire's ankle, Scott dropped his concentration on his sphere. He turned to find Damon red-faced and beside himself with anticipation. /What the fuck, man?!/

Scott grinned. "Junior's empathic."

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Wow, cool!

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Thanks! :)

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Ooh, nice one :) Is that natural or due to the various injections, I wonder..

Claire'll probably wake up/freak/etc in a new thread since this one's drifting down the page. Is there anything more I should be waiting for?