Terry/Bobby/Amelia -- Voices Carry
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xp_logsAfter getting back from speaking with Miriam, Terry gets shanghaied by Amelia. Bobby is dragged along for the fun. Needles abound. Backdated to yesterday
Upon arriving back at school, Terry had thanked Mr. Haller and reported to the Professor before she went to find Bobby. She'd texted him right before they'd gotten back so she knew that he was probably still headed in from the boathouse where he'd been trying to catch up on all the work that he'd missed while taking care of her. Swearing silently, having bashed her shoulder into the wall, she headed out toward the back of the mansion.
She met Bobby coming up from the boathouse, just as predicted. He smiled a bit hesitantly as he spotted her, lifting his hand in a wave as he drew near, then pulling her into a hug. "Hey. Hope it went well..." He wasn't sure how the link was working--had she heard his conversations while she was off seeing Miriam? Had the professor shut down the link? Was it back?
He hadn't yet so she missed what Bobby had said and just clung to him for a moment, glad to be back here with him. Pulling back, she raised herself on her toes and gave him a kiss and a smile. "Hi", she said, her expression cheerful but tired as she leaned into him. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
So either she couldn't hear him or it hadn't gone that well--or she was just waiting to get upstairs to a pad of paper or a keyboard to tell him about it. At any rate, Bobby just held her for a minute, stroking her hair. They could get to the details later.
"Ah ha!" said a triumphant Russian accent as the door from the basement swung open to admit the formidable doctor. "There you are, it is about time you came back." She advanced on them and seized Terry's arm. "Come on, we have work to do. You too, Mr. Drake."
Terry blinked at her, not understanding a word then looked up at Bobby.
"Okay." Bobby gave Terry a reassuring smile, taking her free hand and following Amelia toward the door. "So. What's up, doc?" he cracked, grinning at his own wit.
"She has the Infectia virus. No doubt picked up from the Laverne boy." Amelia sounded completely disgruntled that she was having to waste her time on this virus again. "We'll do the treatment course on you both."
Terry was dying for a notepad and pen right about now, hoping that Amelia's appearance meant that she'd figured out what was wrong and not that she was going to have to be like this forever. When they finally reached the infirmary, the doctor had them both sit down in an exam room and then left. Terry hissed.
Bobby gave her another smile, trying to figure out how to communicate the info clearly and without paper. First he gave her a thumbs up to let her know Amelia had indeed solved it, then held up his hands and made exaggerated biting motions, tapping the fingers of one hand briefly on the palm of the other. She was smart, she could get Marius from that, right?
Amelia thought Marius biting her was at fault? But how? Terry gave Bobby a confused look as Amelia swept back in, her hands full of syringes. Terry gave a start and opened her mouth to protest when Amelia grabbed her arm again and swabbed it off with an alcohol pad before jabbing her.
Bobby shrugged at her, having no idea how to communicate the rest of it. "How long before it takes effect?" he asked Amelia instead. "I mean...how long before she can hear again? And talk?"
"Mutant physiology varies greatly." Amelia replied with a shrug as she moved next to Bobby, swapping his arm, tying it off and sliding the needle in. "I estimate she'll only need a few rounds of the anti-virals." She drew out a vial of blood then set it aside. "I'll test you as well. In the meantime, we'll give you the same course of treatment."
Terry's eyes had gone huge when Amelia took Bobby's blood. What the hell was going on here?
"Ow, hey! Warn a guy before you stab him!" Bobby protested, looking down at his arm. "Why me? Marius has never bitten me."
The look Amelia gave him suggested that he couldn't possibly be that much of an idiot and that he'd actually just killed entirely what little faith she had left in humanity. "The Infectia virus is highly communicable. It's possible that she's passed it to you in the last month." And she jabbed him with the anti-virus as well. "I suggest you both make yourselves comfortable. I want to monitor you for the next few hours." With that she gathered up her paraphernalia and left again.
Terry hissed again.
"You gotta be kidding me," Bobby groaned as she left, sinking into a chair and looking at his watch. "The next few hours?" Because he hadn't spent enough time down here lately.
He glanced at Terry and sighed, holding his arms out to her.
Still confused, Terry went to him, sliding her arms around his waist. Just then she felt a light polite touch on her mind and then the gentle sensation of the Professor linking her back to Bobby. She sighed and heard herself do so. Finally. Terry tugged impatiently on Bobby's sleeve, "What's going on?"
Oh thank God, Bobby thought as he felt the link re-established. Charades had never been one of his favorite games. "You got the Infectia virus when Marius fed on you, I guess."
Terry blinked up at him, her silence for once indicating shock not just illness. Then she slapped herself in the forehead. "I'm going to kill him. Why didn't I think of that?" Sulkily, she tucked herself back into his arms. "How long?" she asked pointing at the clock.
Bobby made a face and sighed. "She wants to observe us for the next few hours. Whee," he added unenthusiastically.
Terry wrinkled her nose but just shrugged. It was, after all, better than staying like this forever. Straightening up, she kissed him lightly. "Your voice sounds weird to you." she told him and settled in for the wait.
Upon arriving back at school, Terry had thanked Mr. Haller and reported to the Professor before she went to find Bobby. She'd texted him right before they'd gotten back so she knew that he was probably still headed in from the boathouse where he'd been trying to catch up on all the work that he'd missed while taking care of her. Swearing silently, having bashed her shoulder into the wall, she headed out toward the back of the mansion.
She met Bobby coming up from the boathouse, just as predicted. He smiled a bit hesitantly as he spotted her, lifting his hand in a wave as he drew near, then pulling her into a hug. "Hey. Hope it went well..." He wasn't sure how the link was working--had she heard his conversations while she was off seeing Miriam? Had the professor shut down the link? Was it back?
He hadn't yet so she missed what Bobby had said and just clung to him for a moment, glad to be back here with him. Pulling back, she raised herself on her toes and gave him a kiss and a smile. "Hi", she said, her expression cheerful but tired as she leaned into him. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
So either she couldn't hear him or it hadn't gone that well--or she was just waiting to get upstairs to a pad of paper or a keyboard to tell him about it. At any rate, Bobby just held her for a minute, stroking her hair. They could get to the details later.
"Ah ha!" said a triumphant Russian accent as the door from the basement swung open to admit the formidable doctor. "There you are, it is about time you came back." She advanced on them and seized Terry's arm. "Come on, we have work to do. You too, Mr. Drake."
Terry blinked at her, not understanding a word then looked up at Bobby.
"Okay." Bobby gave Terry a reassuring smile, taking her free hand and following Amelia toward the door. "So. What's up, doc?" he cracked, grinning at his own wit.
"She has the Infectia virus. No doubt picked up from the Laverne boy." Amelia sounded completely disgruntled that she was having to waste her time on this virus again. "We'll do the treatment course on you both."
Terry was dying for a notepad and pen right about now, hoping that Amelia's appearance meant that she'd figured out what was wrong and not that she was going to have to be like this forever. When they finally reached the infirmary, the doctor had them both sit down in an exam room and then left. Terry hissed.
Bobby gave her another smile, trying to figure out how to communicate the info clearly and without paper. First he gave her a thumbs up to let her know Amelia had indeed solved it, then held up his hands and made exaggerated biting motions, tapping the fingers of one hand briefly on the palm of the other. She was smart, she could get Marius from that, right?
Amelia thought Marius biting her was at fault? But how? Terry gave Bobby a confused look as Amelia swept back in, her hands full of syringes. Terry gave a start and opened her mouth to protest when Amelia grabbed her arm again and swabbed it off with an alcohol pad before jabbing her.
Bobby shrugged at her, having no idea how to communicate the rest of it. "How long before it takes effect?" he asked Amelia instead. "I mean...how long before she can hear again? And talk?"
"Mutant physiology varies greatly." Amelia replied with a shrug as she moved next to Bobby, swapping his arm, tying it off and sliding the needle in. "I estimate she'll only need a few rounds of the anti-virals." She drew out a vial of blood then set it aside. "I'll test you as well. In the meantime, we'll give you the same course of treatment."
Terry's eyes had gone huge when Amelia took Bobby's blood. What the hell was going on here?
"Ow, hey! Warn a guy before you stab him!" Bobby protested, looking down at his arm. "Why me? Marius has never bitten me."
The look Amelia gave him suggested that he couldn't possibly be that much of an idiot and that he'd actually just killed entirely what little faith she had left in humanity. "The Infectia virus is highly communicable. It's possible that she's passed it to you in the last month." And she jabbed him with the anti-virus as well. "I suggest you both make yourselves comfortable. I want to monitor you for the next few hours." With that she gathered up her paraphernalia and left again.
Terry hissed again.
"You gotta be kidding me," Bobby groaned as she left, sinking into a chair and looking at his watch. "The next few hours?" Because he hadn't spent enough time down here lately.
He glanced at Terry and sighed, holding his arms out to her.
Still confused, Terry went to him, sliding her arms around his waist. Just then she felt a light polite touch on her mind and then the gentle sensation of the Professor linking her back to Bobby. She sighed and heard herself do so. Finally. Terry tugged impatiently on Bobby's sleeve, "What's going on?"
Oh thank God, Bobby thought as he felt the link re-established. Charades had never been one of his favorite games. "You got the Infectia virus when Marius fed on you, I guess."
Terry blinked up at him, her silence for once indicating shock not just illness. Then she slapped herself in the forehead. "I'm going to kill him. Why didn't I think of that?" Sulkily, she tucked herself back into his arms. "How long?" she asked pointing at the clock.
Bobby made a face and sighed. "She wants to observe us for the next few hours. Whee," he added unenthusiastically.
Terry wrinkled her nose but just shrugged. It was, after all, better than staying like this forever. Straightening up, she kissed him lightly. "Your voice sounds weird to you." she told him and settled in for the wait.
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