log: Clarice and Terry

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Watching over Terry only works if you're a). her roommate and entitled to be in the room and 2). she's asleep. The girls chitchat about happy meds and Bobby.



Clarice's knitting needles clicked dully as she worked on a shirt sleeve, feet propped up on the foorboard of Terry's bed.For what seemed like the 18th ka-billionth time Clarice did a mental inventory of Terry's bruises and contusions. It was a short and unchanging list but it was something to do that didn't involve hunting down the goons and making them into shish-ka-bob. There were other and more deadly people at the school to do that. She was going to make sure Terry was okay, which was probably a far nobler (or less trouble-making) thing.

The sound was familiar enough that it didn't wake Terry on its own but it made her mood a much better one when she did. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked at her roommate at the end of her bed. Sitting up was attempted then abandoned as her bruises protested. Better just stay as she was. "Hi," she said quietly.

"Hey," Clarice responded, equally softly, putting her work down, "Want anything?"

Terry thought about it. "Jean said anti-inflammatory painkillers would be good. I forgot to get any before I came up here." Other than that, staying in her bed on her back and not moving seemed like the best plan.

Grinning slightly, Clarice headed towards the bathroom and brought back a small orange plastic vial of medicine and a glass of water. "Take two every six hours, do not exceed eight tablets a day, until they run out," she quoted from the label. "This is the fairly good stuff by the way. Not as good as vicodin or valium, but you don't want those."

"I was just hoping for aspirin," Terry said dryly. She pushed herself up, whimpering as she did so and accepted the glass from Clarice. "Where did you get that anyway?"

Just because you had access to drugs did not mean you prescribed them at random, "Dr. Grey brought them up while you slept, duh," Clarice shook her head and took the glass back, "I'm not going to just give you something I found in the medlab, for all I know it's anti-RCI tablets or something. Although...." she mused, "If they made anti-RCI tablets and didn't share, I'd be really pissed."

"In English, Clarice. I don't speak medical." Terry couldn't really smile but tilted her head to the side, amused anyway. Her roommate was usually very good at cheering her up. "What's anti-RCI?"

"Oh...Rectal-Cranial Inversion. It's when you get your head and your ass confused," she said it so matter-of-factly it might have been a real disease. "It's simialr to knife and fork diseas."

Terry blinked at her, "Those are some really good drugs you just gave me because huh?"

"Dude, just super-asprin. Really," Clarice kept grinning at her. Terry was in much better spirits than she had expected, "It's like, someone who accidentally puts their car into drive instead of reverse and runs into a ditch, that person has Rectal-Cranial Inversion. If they choke on their dinner, they have knife and fork."

Terry shook her head, "Medical people are weird." She closed her eyes. "Bobby kissed me," she announced, apropos of nothing though it was pretty much the only thing on her mind since waking.

That was unexpected. "We're his lips cold?" was the first thing Clarice blurted out.

Terry blushed. She really hadn't meant to tell anyone about that. "No, not at all. I mean he's not not or anything but he's just...person temperature."

"Weird," the purple girl breathed, totally nonpulsed about Terry getting kissed. She derserved a good guy after her last asshole. "Congrats though! That's awesome!"

"It was weird. I don't know why he did. It was after...after, so maybe he was just scared or something." Terry wanted a reason not to believe he'd meant it. It would hurt too much if she got her hopes up and had them dashed. "That's possible right?"

"Or maybe he likes you..." Clarice said in a sing-song voice, "I mean, you two hang out together a LOT and get along great. What's not to like?"

She shook her head, "He thinks of me as a little sister. He's said so dozens of times. I mean, I like him well enough and if he did think of me as not a kid anymore well..." She sighed, "But he doesn't."

Clarice's hooks clacked as she resumed her knitting, "I don't think you kiss your little sister like that, even if she was attacked. Perhaps, especially if she was."

Terry drew a lock of red hair to her mouth and nibbled pensively on the end. "I'm just not sure. I guess I'll wait and see what he does. I mean, if he does like me, then he'll say something, won't he?"

"I think he did and is waiting on you," Clarice had learned a few things about boys in the past few months. Mostly, that they weren't so different from girls while still being from another planet.

"Or that was just him getting carried away because of the situation." Terry frowned. "He was trying to make sure I knew I was safe. It's just...adrenaline."

"Combined with lust for your hot, sexy body!" Clarice crowed, making vaguely sexual motions with her knitting before turning serious, "Terry, you'll never know unless you talk to him about it and if you don't, you'll always wonder about the missed opportunity because you were too chicken shit."

Terry turned bright red and shook her head, "I...maybe later. Not now while I'm all black and blue. There's nothing hot and sexy about bruises."

"Haroun and Allison appearantly like them, so do most of hte X-couples appearantly..." the purple girl mused thoughtfully, somewhat including herself in that group since she was dating Shiro. "It could be a fetish? Like leather? But really, he'll like you for you. Bruises and all."

Well that left Terry completely without words. Or thoughts really. The various x-couples crossed her mind...Jean and Scott, Nathan and Moira, Hank and Maddy, Lorna and Alex... "I...uh...huh. That's a really twisted suggestion, Clarice. I mean, Doug and Angie are an X-couple too. You don't think...?"

"I don't think about their sex life and I'm a much happier pixie for it." Clarice stated firmly. "Now, go dream about Bobby some more, okay?"

Terry made a face at her though it hurt to do it. "Go away and stop bothering me. I was beat up you know."

Shrugging, Clarice went back to knitting but did not move from her perch.

Giving up, Terry slid back down into her blankets and closed her eyes. More sleep sounded like a good idea anyway. Not that she was doing it because Clarice told her to or she wanted to dream about Bobby. It just...seemed like a good idea.