Entry tags:

[Damon/"Will"] Not Technologically Challenged

.Who: Damon/"Will"
Where: The Staff: His bedroom & The Office
When: Sometime after Mistaken Identity but before The Return
Invited: Closed
Status: Incomplete

Will returned to his laptop on the off-chance that he might have left some further clues to his identity there. The case was heavy-duty, not quite top-secret confidential, but certainly built to handle a little man handling. It was also locked, which resulted in further shock - after he instinctively popped the lock telekinetically.

"Whoa," Will whispered. Picking a lock was different from moving furniture. It surprised him that his telekinetic ability was that honed and precise. He practiced for a few moments, locking and unlocking the case before finally pulling the laptop out. Placing the case aside, he balanced the machine on his lap and popped the lid.

More discoveries await )
Entry tags:

[Damon] Confessional

Who: Damon
Where: Medical Facility: Claire's Room
When: Day 24, during and after Rallying the Troops
Invited: Claire
Status: Incomplete

Damon excused himself briefly while the meeting continued. He wanted to talk to Claire before he set out – and before anything could trickle back through the grapevine to her. He knocked politely, as always and waited for the entreaty to enter, even though he'd spent all of his time since before Aaron's birth zonked out on the couch in Claire's room anyway. As much as everyone else might consider it his room as well as Claire and Aaron's – because even if he hadn't been telepathic, Damon wasn't deaf – he wasn't going to make any presumptions.

"What'd I miss?" Claire asked. She looked up briefly from where she changed Aaron – again – and gave Damon a smile that made his heart skip a few beats. She tried, but failed to hide her worry. "Is everything okay? Are those bastards back?"

"No, nothing like that. Everything will be fine," Damon wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, trying to ignore the racing of his heart and keep his breathing level. (Christ! I haven't been this nervous since I was a teenager going for second base!) Aaron gave a little whine which helped Damon to take a few calming breaths and bring his nerves under control. As an added precaution against upsetting the infant, he pulled his shields in loosely; it meant sacrificing feeling what Claire was feeling, but at least he didn't have to worry about overwhelming Aaron with nervous anxiety.

Outting himself when it matters most )
Entry tags:

A Morning Well Spent

Who: Damon
When: Day 24, late morning, continuing from Feeling Paternal
Where: Outside the Medical Facility
Invited: Open
Status: Complete [Closed]


Damon blinked awake, allowing the world to come slowly back into focus. The sun was shining brightly and he smelled grass and trees and felt a warm breeze blowing across his body. There were faint noises in the distance, and as he woke completely, he realized why this seemed strange for the bunker. It was because he wasn't in the bunker.

He shifted a bit, then stopped as he registered the light weight on his chest and a giggle off to the side. Opening his eyes completely, he lifted his head just enough to gaze down a small, rounded head of bright red hair. The presence of the sleeping baby on his chest also explained the continuing giggles and Damon turned his head enough to look up at Claire.

"So is bed an upgrade or a downgrade from Uncle?" He grinned.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes )

The Doctor(s) are/is in.

Who: Dr. House
Where: Medical facility, OR/Lab
When: Day 23, afternoon, after The unpleasant announcement through early evening.
Invited: The Doctor, Blaise, McKay, Damon, Scott, open.
Status: Complete

While the exam rooms were divvied up, that is, one to the 'staff', one to the scientists, House (and Pierson) had insisted on retaining the OR/Medical lab. House had deigned to share the area with the others, though it was more accurate to refer to it as a suffrance. With McKay and the Doctor moved out, and the exam gurneys moved in, it was a great deal easier to centralize work.

Back to square one )

[Damon] Feeling Paternal (No, I'm Not!)

Who: Damon, Ami
Where: Medical Facility (the Staff), laundry room & corridor outside
When: Day 24, early morning
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete

Amazingly enough, Damon discovered that the laundry room turned out to be the quietest place in the bunker. Even with the sloshing of the washer and the hum and buzz of the dryer, Aaron stopped his fussing and quieted right down. Or maybe it was because of the washer and dryer. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I guess it really is all about white noise, huh?" He asked the baby softly as the blue eyes blinked and fluttered. "Well, whatever it takes to get you to rest, and get your Mum to rest too." Damon hopped up on the dryer with the babe cradled against his chest, a feat he never thought that he would have even contemplated attempting, never mind actually managing to carry out, with a few days old baby in his arms.

Stretching out so that he was sprawled over both the washer and the dryer, he carefully positioned Aaron on his chest. Aaron blinked at him, unrefined and jagged emotions rolling away from the baby – confusion or something like it melting into trust.

Catching up and underscoring denial )

[Daniel] The Unpleasant Announcement

Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility, Kitchen #2
When: Day 23, noonish
Invited: Open to everyone at the Bunker
Status: Incomplete

"I'm letting them go."

The announcement, predictably, was met with shouts of outrage and protest, which was precisely what Daniel had expected. The archaeologist merely steepled his fingers together, and watched the gathered group of castaways and waited for the uproar to die down.

"They know everything about us," someone pointed out.

It isn't really up for debate )
Entry tags:

[Damon] Entering the Final Stretch

Who: Damon
Where: Medical Facility: Room G
When: Day 21, morning
Invited: Claire, Dr. House, Methos, anyone who can help with a delivery
Status: Complete [Closed]

Claire was in the final stretch of what had been, according to House, a "typical labor." Claire wasn't too interested in House's definitions of typical or his lectures about to what to expect by this point in time. She'd actually banished the doctor from the room three times, only to have him leave with a laugh and a promise to return – which he always did.

Nature's miracle )

[Daniel] Lockdown

Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility: Control Room
When: Day 20, Late Night During Raelle's Arrival
Invited: Everyone in the bunker (NOTE: This thread may have multiple locations)
Status: Complete

Daniel made quick time reaching the control room. Jon looked up at him in surprise.

"Keep at it, you have your orders," Daniel told him, brusquely. He didn't even think about it, how he reacted or what he said. He just did it. Taking charge was becoming easier and easier.

Isn't this fun? )
Entry tags:

[Claire] Beam me up?

Who: Claire
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid/late afternoon (around same time as The Crux of the Matter)
Invited: Damon, open
Status: Complete


reality bites )
Entry tags:

[Claire] Numb

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

Too much )
Entry tags:

[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.