I really hate inventories...
Dec. 30th, 2004 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2...and the idiots who control them...
But I managed to escape early. And next year, I am going to ask for the time off between christmas and new year's. If I have to sit, staring at the cubicle walls, for three days next year, I will absolutely disembowel someone.
Because I am thrilled to finally be out of that concrete box, another early bit.
BFB - 084c - Strange Days II
I didn’t get to put any real clothes on – contamination of evidence, Q muttered – but Heero wrapped me in a long cloak. Then Q put a hand on each of our shoulders, and in a blink, we were there.
*Not* the main lobby of the hospital, thanks be, but a hallway in a non-public area. There was a counter and a man sitting at a computer, but he never so much as glanced at us, for which I was pathetically grateful. Also in the little — I don’t know — waiting area were a couple of chairs and a small table with a coffee pot sitting on it.
An instant after we arrived, a woman popped in. Dr French, I assumed, and sighed heavily.
Heero’s arm dropped to my waist protectively. I made myself drift away then; the insistent voice in the back of my head was trying again to tell me things I didn’t want to hear. I came back with a start when two men entered the area.
Heero rumbled threateningly and even before they were introduced I knew they were the cops.
Q took the point in the ensuing conversation. I barely listened. And then, way too soon, the doctor was directing me to a small examining room. She may have spoken to me before that, but honestly, I didn’t hear. I was still in ‘drift’ mode.
That kind of changed with six of us crowded into that tiny room. I took one look at the examining table, at the… things sticking out of it, and just… went down. My knees didn’t just wobble, they fuckin’ disappeared.
Once again, things were a little confused for a while. I don’t know what was going on with everyone else, but I was in a wrestling match with that damned voice in my head. It wanted, in the worst way, to tell me things I did *not* want to hear. By the time I’d managed to strangle it into submission, Heero had morphed and was holding me protectively; the doctor was squashed against the counter; the cops were a heartbeat away from total mayhem and Q was glaring hard enough to strip the stainless off of steel.
Into that charming scene, I inserted my pathetic little self. “S-sorry…” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath. “I just…” What, I don’t know.
Dr French stepped forward then. “It’s all right, Duo,” she assured me gently. “I’ll try to be as quick as possible. I know you want to go home.” She looked at the others in the room. “If you gentlemen will step into the hall…”
The cops – who, by the way, looked like they’d been ordered from Central Casting; “two gorillas, shaved” – looked at her, but didn’t move.
“Sorry, Dr French” – was that a sneer I heard, or just my hypersensitive imagination? – “But this is a homicide investigation.” He stood there like a damn rock, looking as if that said it all.
Dr French glared at him narrowly, one eyebrow arched as if she had been just itching for a good fight all day. “Sergeant Wilkowski,” she began in a dangerously gentle tone, “Are you about to accuse me of something?”
The guy actually blushed. Heero snarled.
“I am not leaving my Chosen alone with *them*!”
I was just getting… wobbly in the knees again.
“Please…” I whimpered and hated myself.
Q gave a derisive snort and touched the two cops. All three vanished.
The doctor smirked. “Well! That’s much better!” Then she lifted a brow at Heero. He rumbled, but grudgingly shifted back to his more manageable form.
The woman smiled reassuringly, and took my arm.
...tbc...
But I managed to escape early. And next year, I am going to ask for the time off between christmas and new year's. If I have to sit, staring at the cubicle walls, for three days next year, I will absolutely disembowel someone.
Because I am thrilled to finally be out of that concrete box, another early bit.
BFB - 084c - Strange Days II
I didn’t get to put any real clothes on – contamination of evidence, Q muttered – but Heero wrapped me in a long cloak. Then Q put a hand on each of our shoulders, and in a blink, we were there.
*Not* the main lobby of the hospital, thanks be, but a hallway in a non-public area. There was a counter and a man sitting at a computer, but he never so much as glanced at us, for which I was pathetically grateful. Also in the little — I don’t know — waiting area were a couple of chairs and a small table with a coffee pot sitting on it.
An instant after we arrived, a woman popped in. Dr French, I assumed, and sighed heavily.
Heero’s arm dropped to my waist protectively. I made myself drift away then; the insistent voice in the back of my head was trying again to tell me things I didn’t want to hear. I came back with a start when two men entered the area.
Heero rumbled threateningly and even before they were introduced I knew they were the cops.
Q took the point in the ensuing conversation. I barely listened. And then, way too soon, the doctor was directing me to a small examining room. She may have spoken to me before that, but honestly, I didn’t hear. I was still in ‘drift’ mode.
That kind of changed with six of us crowded into that tiny room. I took one look at the examining table, at the… things sticking out of it, and just… went down. My knees didn’t just wobble, they fuckin’ disappeared.
Once again, things were a little confused for a while. I don’t know what was going on with everyone else, but I was in a wrestling match with that damned voice in my head. It wanted, in the worst way, to tell me things I did *not* want to hear. By the time I’d managed to strangle it into submission, Heero had morphed and was holding me protectively; the doctor was squashed against the counter; the cops were a heartbeat away from total mayhem and Q was glaring hard enough to strip the stainless off of steel.
Into that charming scene, I inserted my pathetic little self. “S-sorry…” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath. “I just…” What, I don’t know.
Dr French stepped forward then. “It’s all right, Duo,” she assured me gently. “I’ll try to be as quick as possible. I know you want to go home.” She looked at the others in the room. “If you gentlemen will step into the hall…”
The cops – who, by the way, looked like they’d been ordered from Central Casting; “two gorillas, shaved” – looked at her, but didn’t move.
“Sorry, Dr French” – was that a sneer I heard, or just my hypersensitive imagination? – “But this is a homicide investigation.” He stood there like a damn rock, looking as if that said it all.
Dr French glared at him narrowly, one eyebrow arched as if she had been just itching for a good fight all day. “Sergeant Wilkowski,” she began in a dangerously gentle tone, “Are you about to accuse me of something?”
The guy actually blushed. Heero snarled.
“I am not leaving my Chosen alone with *them*!”
I was just getting… wobbly in the knees again.
“Please…” I whimpered and hated myself.
Q gave a derisive snort and touched the two cops. All three vanished.
The doctor smirked. “Well! That’s much better!” Then she lifted a brow at Heero. He rumbled, but grudgingly shifted back to his more manageable form.
The woman smiled reassuringly, and took my arm.
...tbc...
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Date: 2004-12-30 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-30 10:14 pm (UTC)...neither does the Witch...
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-30 10:18 pm (UTC)...cyber-pocky...? Oh, dear... That is so tempting me to drive long distances just to acquire the RL kind...
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-30 08:18 pm (UTC)*sniffles*
And because I missed commenting on the last part, how long till they realize he shouldn't be able to scream like that?
*wibbles to pieces*
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Date: 2004-12-30 10:21 pm (UTC)How long? Um... A while, actually...
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Date: 2004-12-31 05:25 am (UTC)Uh... can the cops actually do that? O.o Demand to be present? That would be... worse than icky. >.<;;
And Heero's sure giving his Wyvern morphing powers a work-out in this one... a sign of how totally frayed he is?
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Date: 2004-12-31 08:54 am (UTC)Frayed? *innocent confusion* What is this 'frayed'?
^0^ You think? I'm really sorry now that I didn't let him eat people... Hmm... Cop kabobs... Nah... Every group is entitled to a idiot here and there.
Wow. I get to drive to SD. I think it might be raining.... The things parents do for their rotten kids... 0.0