xp_logs | Moira and Domino, Sunday afternoon (Reply)

Moira gives Domino a once-over, given that, you know, hostage of a madman for two weeks and all. Domino talks Moira out of welcoming Pete home with a broken nose. Moira pouts a little, but agrees to limit herself to frozen instruments. (Sorry, Pete.)

The smile that greeted Moira as she walked into the examining room to find Domino sitting crosslegged on the table was small and rather tired, yet still happy. "Nate said I had to," Domino said brightly. "Come down and get looked over. You'd think I'd been the prisoner of a supervillain for a couple of weeks or something."

Shaking her head, Moira walked across the room and enveloped the other woman in a hug. "Somethin' like tha', aye. I'm surprised ye listened ta him th' first time." Drawing back, she got a good look. "Well, ye dinnae look 'alf as bad as I was afraid of."

All had ended well and all, but Domino still didn't particularly mind the hug. "Well, he was a not-bad host, I suppose," she said, a little more lightly than she actually felt. "All things considered. Except when I escaped the first time. And there was some mild drugging, but hell, Nate's done that to me."

Moira gave her a look and shook her head again, reaching over to get the blood pressure cuff. "Aye, but he knows ye well enough ta know wha' cocktail willnae kill ye," she huffed, still furious at Gideon. "I'll run tests on yer blood ta make sure th' chemicals are all out."

Domino held her arm out meekly. Moira had the crusading look on. One did not mess with Moira in a crusading mood. "Speaking of drugs, did Nate tell you his father shot him with a tranq gun?" she asked, not above stirring the pot a little if Nate had sent her down here for a check-up and hadn't come himself. "And just before he was about to finish off his uncle, too, drat..."

"Oh, aye, I got th' full story out o' him as I yelled at him," Moira said, beaming brightly. "Aye, stop tryin' ta toss th' subject on me husband. He gets in enough trouble by himself, thank ye verra much." She smirked when Dom fidgeted slightly. "Tryin' ta out wile me is like tryin' ta out mope Bridge."

"Mm. You think I'd have learned that by now." As Moira checked her blood pressure, Domino eyed her a bit hesitantly, not really sure whether she wanted to bring this up. "He was... playing with my powers," she said quietly. "Stopping me from using them. I guess he could do it consciously."

She had suspected something like that was the cause. Taking off the cuff after marking the numbers down, Moira looked at Domino. "Tha's a good guess, or he was bankin' on th' luck powers...balancin' themselves out," she mused.

"I didn't like it." If there was just the faintest echo of something that might have been hysteria in her voice, Moira would surely forgive her.

Cupping Dom's hands in hers, Moira squeezed gently. "I know an' I'm sorry ye 'ad ta go through tha'," she said gently, guessing how she had to feel after always having her powers on and then...nothing. "Do ye think ye can find tha' off/on switch, though, if tha's wha' Gideon was doin'?"

"I think I did. But it was weird," Domino said restlessly. "It worked better than it had any right to work, a couple of times. When I needed it to. But then I had bad luck, Moira. And my gun jammed. Okay, so I was firing at Pete at the time so it's probably a good thing it did, but my guns never jam."

"Was it really bad luck after all?"

Domino turned a very interesting shade of pink, not meeting Moira's eyes. "Well, no. Putting bullet holes in him would have been bad, all things considered."

"Maybe part o' ye knew tha'?" Moira suggested, grinning just a little bit. As much as she still wanted to punch Wisdom solidly in the nose, she was happy that everything...almost everything...had turned out. Dom seemed much happier than when she had last seen her, kidnapping aside that is. "Ye obviously enjoy th' fact he's nay bullet ridden now."

"I kind of beat him up," Domino confessed sheepishly. "I thought he was working with Gideon. Gideon told me..." Her smile faded a little. "Told me about what happened with Pete and Nate."

Moira's face hardened for a second. "Aye, though I wish th' bastard 'ad kept his mout' shut. I still owe him a bloodied nose for tha' one."

"I freaked out when I saw him. If Alison hadn't been there..." Domino shrugged a little, then eyed the syringe Moira had just picked up. "And please don't hit Pete? Too much, at least. I hit him plenty..."

Pouting, just a little bit, she sighed. "Oh, fine. But only because ye asked me ta. I'm still goin' ta find some way o' repayin' him. Need ta pick up a replacement set o' instruments an' put them in th' freezer wit' his name on them."

"I'm not entirely sure he and Nate are all settled yet. Nate was being odd. Actually, Nate was being really odd. Do I want to know?"

"Probably nay. In fact, I may nay want ta know."

"Men," Domino said, feelingly, as Moira drew some blood. "Can I play with the baby, after we're done?"

"O' course ye can. Rachel will be thrilled ta see ye."

"We can conspire. I guess..." Domino swallowed, her eyes a little bright suddenly. She would really be happy when she caught up on her sleep and stopped being quite this emotional. "I guess she gets to meet her Uncle Pete after all."

Reaching up, Moira affectionally rubbed Domino's hair. "We're verra good at conspirin'. An' speakin' o', aye, Wisdom will meet th' wee one." There was a wicked, evil gleam in her eye.

Domino leaned forward impulsively and gave the older woman a tight hug. "Does she spit up on cue? I think that would be funny."

Laughing, she returned the hug with interest, leaning her head on top of Dom's. "Nay yet but if ye teach her ta do it, I'll turn a blind eye."