xp_logs | Julian & Callie: "I'm sorry I put you in a coma..."

Callie runs into Julian in the last place she expected to find him...his room! Conversation ensues.

One of the perks about keeping everything in its place was that it made things easy to find. That is except when you needed them and they were missing. After combing her room for half an hour looking for her DVD, Callie realized that there was a reason it wasn't there; she had left it in Fred's room from the last time they had watched movies. This left her with two options. The first, was to e-mail him and getting him to bring it to her, or she could leave her room and go search it out. The latter of the two won out. It would have been quicker and easier, especially if Fred wasn't at his computer. So she shrugged on the sweatshirt she had been wearing for the past few days and wandered the corridor until she came to Fred's suite.

"Hey Fred," she called out as she knocked on the door. "It's Callie. I left my movie in here. I just came to get it back."

Dropping the trade paperback from in front of his eyes, Julian looked at the door. This was an unexpected turn of events, the last thing he'd thought Callie would do was drop herself right into his lap. Pulling his blankets tight around himself he slowly climbed out of bed and trotted over to the door, opening it a crack before getting behind it and out of sight. Doing his best Fred impression, Julian suppressed a smirk and said, "Come in."

"You're not getting sick are you," she asked as she stepped inside. But it wasn't Fred who opened the door, it was Julian. Callie froze. Even though she had read his note, she wasn't sure she could deal with seeing him. At least not yet. "You're not Fred."

"Nope," Julian said with a slight smirk, "Ah reckon not." He shut the door gently and padded back toward the bed, plopping down. "Movie you say?"

"Uh yeah. I think I left it in here. But you know I can always come back later," she called back after him.

"What movie, I'll help you look," he said as a static bolt arced off of him, striking a metal bracket that was holding up a shelf. Julian slid off the bed and started sorting through his desk clutter- which now included the remnants of his laptop...hopefully the disk hadn't been in there. "Thanks for the cookies by the way."

"No, it's fine. It's not a big deal. You should probably be in bed still anyways." Callie took a few steps forward so as not needing to yell. "And you're welcome? I mean it's not much, but how do you apologize for putting someone in a coma?"

"Coma apology card from Hallmark?" he quipped- wondering if the electrical powers were responsible for his quick responses. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I put you in a coma, please don't sue." He smiled and moved on to Fred's desk, "What's the movie called again?"

"Julian. I put you in a coma! Why are you trying to be nice to me? I could have killed you."

A little shocked by her outburst, Julian stopped searching and turned around, looking a little like a deer caught in the headlights. Unsure what to say, he shrugged and spoke from the heart, "I'm not dead though. It's not like you tried to kill me, right?"

"But you could have," she whispered, still staring at Julian. "I could have killed you."

Julian smiled back kindly, noting the stress in her eyes, "Accidentally."

Callie shook her head. "Accidentally or not you wouldn't be here. And I really don't want to have to bury another person I love, at least not yet. So seeing you go down, and you not moving and everything, well it was probably one of the scariest moments of my life."

Taking a few careful steps toward her, he imagined the pink girl as a rabbit. If he moved too quickly, she'd bolt, so unfortunately slow would have to do. "I'm not going anywhere and if you had accidentally killed me...." He held up his hands, "Callie, it wasn't your fault."

She reached out and lay one gloved hand on his. "I'm sorry Julian," she said raising her eyes to meet his. "I don't want to hurt anyone, ever, but I hurt you. And, I mean I guess you forgive me but... I guess I just have to learn how to deal with this."

He wished he could scoop her up into a friendly and warm hug, but wasn't sure his newly acquired powers would allow such an action. "I'm okay, Callie. Really I am. Well...except for being a walking, talking spark plug, but that's hardly your fault." Carefully he put a blanket covered hand on top of her's, "Believe me, I know a little bit about blaming myself for things beyond my control."

"Like being shot at." It was a statement, rather than a question. Callie didn't know if Julian would be mad at her for bringing up what she saw when she pulled away from him, but at this point there was nothing she could really hide. "We all have our secrets I guess."

A quirked eye brow was his only reaction, wondering what she'd meant by the statement. Deciding he couldn't let it go, "What are you talking about?"

"Why were you getting shot at? Someone shot at you. Right?"

"Yeah, more than a few times, but how did you know that?" If Inez had told her...

"Because I saw it. When I let go of your arm. Before you fell. I saw it. You getting shot at. You don't have to tell me if you don't want," Callie said with a hint of tiredness in her voice. She gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry for putting you in a coma? Did I say that yet?"

Not sure what to say it took him a moment to realize that the smile had faded away from his face. "Um, yeah, you did...," Julian scratched the back of his head, making his hair stand on end. "Yeah, it was...it was a long time ago.... Not something I'm very proud of."

Callie nodded in understanding. A spark of electricity jolted her hand away. It didn't hurt, but it gave her a shock. "I guess we both have to learn to not touch people," she said as she rubbed her hand. "I'm so glad you're okay."

From under his blankets he produced the bandage covered hand that had been burned the day before. "Yeah, luckily, I only have one hand to worry about right now."

Her brow furrowed as Callie stared at his bandaged hand. "How about I go make us some frozen hot chocolates and you tell me what happened. Or we can just watch a movie, I'll handle the electronics."

His smile returning, "As long as we don't sit near each other, neither of us should end up in the medlab after."