it's.... back? o.O
Sep. 28th, 2007 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Someone has been tapdancing on my tail.... >.< I will have to fire up the bar-b-q.
More Lockjaw. ^____^
The door opened a few minutes later, admitting the orderly with Duo's “lunch”. Duo looked over hopefully, but settled back with a sigh when it wasn't Heero. He managed a tight smile for the orderly, a youngish black man with gold hoops in one ear, a diamond stud in the other, a nametag reading "Jamison" and a friendly grin.
"Dr Po said you're to drink it all; she wants to get you out of here tomorrow."
"And this is the requirement? I think I can manage that," he quipped, stirring the concoction. It looked faintly pink, probably strawberry. "I asked for pureed cheeseburger..."
"The dietician just laughed, I'm afraid. Sorry."
"No respect for a fallen hero," snorted Wufei.
The orderly lost his smile. "Mr Maxwell, if you really want a pureed cheeseburger, I'll buy one and run it through the blender myself. I appreciate what you guys did, getting that monster off the streets again."
"He shouldn't have been out there in the first place," Duo sighed. "Apparently, maximum security ain't what it used to be."
"No kidding. Um... I'm glad you got him anyway. Gram Gillette was my partner," he said softly, busying himself with wiping down the table and checking the trash bin.
Duo and Wufei looked at each other.
"I'm sorry," said Duo. "I wish there was a way to find these guys before they go nuts."
Jamison nodded. "Floor 8 says they're working on it, but from what I've read, people have been working on that one for a few centuries. The psychos are still here." Duo finished the shake and he took the empty cup. "Again, thanks, Mr Maxwell; Mr Chang. You guys do a great job." He grinned again and vanished silently.
Wufei sighed. "Not good enough. Gillette was number four."
"But at least there won't be any more from this one."
"True. And maybe the next one won't be as clever."
"Yeah...." Duo relaxed against the pillows with a sigh.
More Lockjaw. ^____^
The door opened a few minutes later, admitting the orderly with Duo's “lunch”. Duo looked over hopefully, but settled back with a sigh when it wasn't Heero. He managed a tight smile for the orderly, a youngish black man with gold hoops in one ear, a diamond stud in the other, a nametag reading "Jamison" and a friendly grin.
"Dr Po said you're to drink it all; she wants to get you out of here tomorrow."
"And this is the requirement? I think I can manage that," he quipped, stirring the concoction. It looked faintly pink, probably strawberry. "I asked for pureed cheeseburger..."
"The dietician just laughed, I'm afraid. Sorry."
"No respect for a fallen hero," snorted Wufei.
The orderly lost his smile. "Mr Maxwell, if you really want a pureed cheeseburger, I'll buy one and run it through the blender myself. I appreciate what you guys did, getting that monster off the streets again."
"He shouldn't have been out there in the first place," Duo sighed. "Apparently, maximum security ain't what it used to be."
"No kidding. Um... I'm glad you got him anyway. Gram Gillette was my partner," he said softly, busying himself with wiping down the table and checking the trash bin.
Duo and Wufei looked at each other.
"I'm sorry," said Duo. "I wish there was a way to find these guys before they go nuts."
Jamison nodded. "Floor 8 says they're working on it, but from what I've read, people have been working on that one for a few centuries. The psychos are still here." Duo finished the shake and he took the empty cup. "Again, thanks, Mr Maxwell; Mr Chang. You guys do a great job." He grinned again and vanished silently.
Wufei sighed. "Not good enough. Gillette was number four."
"But at least there won't be any more from this one."
"True. And maybe the next one won't be as clever."
"Yeah...." Duo relaxed against the pillows with a sigh.
