Moira and Sarah, Last Night

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Moira gave a last baleful glare at the door to the MedLab, rubbing her arms where Henry and Maddie had both helped her find the exit. Quickly. It had been getting on in the evening, they protested, and she needed her sleep more than she needed to be watching over Nathan. Or so they said. They meant well, she knew, and she also knew that a few hours of sleep, or at least laying down, would only help matters.

With a sigh, she turned and headed down the hall to Sarah's room. They hadn't really spoken since the picture had been repaired, so Moira had been rather startled by the offer of the room. She stopped at the door and gave a quick knock.

Sarah looked up from her bed, closing her notebook and tossing it onto the desk. The bed was freshly made, clothes tossed into a pile on the floor, and the large stack of bones on the floor wasn't quite as big as it normally was. "Hey."

Moira tried to smile, a little, but she knew it didn't come out right. Nothing about tonight was coming out right, she thought. "'ey yerself." She gestured down the hall and grimaced. "Seems th' rest o' th' doctors decided it was high time for me ta stop 'angin' around for a wee while."

"I'd tend to agree. The medlab can drive you crazy after too long." She moved back away from the edge of the bed, pulling her legs in close. It made a nice little spot on the bed, should Moira decide to sit. "And it looks like you don't need any help with that."

With a dry laugh, she came the rest of the way in and sat slowly on the bed with a wince. The call from Manuel had coincided at the exact time the link had blazed in alarm in her sleep fogged head, and she had tumbled nearly head first onto the floor as she had scrambled to figure out just what the hell had been going on. "Nay, yer right 'bout tha'. 'ave th' ability ta drive meself right bloody insane without needin' th' MedLab's 'elp any."

"It's a talent." She rested her chin on her knees, arms resting idly around her ankles. "How is he?" she asked cautiously.

"Still 'asnae woken up," Moira replied quietly. "'is 'eart...by th' time I got ta Manuel's room, some time 'ad passed. There's th' 'ope tha' 'is body is forcin' itself ta shut down in order t' repair an' rest." Wincing, she touched her forehead. "I can still feel th' link, 'e's *there* jus'...not..."

Sarah nodded quietly, not exactly sure what to say. Comfort wasn't exactly her strong point. He'll be okay. He's tough." And then she grinned. "Besides, I haven't gotten a chance to ambush him in the hallway yet."

Pausing, Moira turned and looked at her, blinking. "Ye...wha'?" Incredibly confused, though there was some slight amusement at the visual image.

"I told him I was going to push him over in the hallway, just for amusement." She talked like this was no big deal, knocking over mercenaries for fun. The amusement in her voice was obvious. "He told me I should wait until he was better so he could at least put up a fight. I think he just thought I wouldn't be able to do it."

"Then 'e really doesnae know ye verra well," Moira said, a very strong mental image of Sarah springing from dark corner and scaring the crap out of Nathan as he fell on his ass. It retrospect, it wouldn't have been as funny as she now thought it was but she couldn't help laughing at it. It didn't matter it wasn't exactly controlled, at least it was better than tears. "O' God..."

Sarah gave Moira an odd look. She was laughing, which was slightly frightening, but she supposed it could be worse. "So he'll be okay. 'Cause I'm still waiting."

She took a deep breath and let it out again. That had been close to something vaguely resembling breaking down. Not. Now, she reminded herself. "Aye, I th...I *know* 'e will be. 'e's a tough bastard, Nathan is...'e'll pull through."

Sarah nodded, and after a few moments awkward silence, she shifted slightly on the bed. "So," she pointed to the television hanging on the wall, "the television is there. Remote's on the desk. There's another blanket in the bottom of the closet if you get cold. Bathroom's there." She pointed again, and then bit her lip in thought. "Anything else I'm forgetting?" It was said more to herself than anything else.

"Nay, yer not." Moira paused and looked up at her. "Sarah...thank ye. I probably willnae get much rest until 'e wakes up, but this'll 'elp, a lot."

Sarah smiled, taking a moment to push her hair back behind her ears. "No problem. Just don't go snooping around or anything." She smiles wider, clearly joking.

Smirking a little, Moira nodded and held up her hands. "Who, me?" she teased back.

"Yes you. I'd hate for you to discover where I hide the sex toys." Now whether she's joking was not so clear.

Blinking, Moira shook her head wryly. "Few mont's ago, I would 'ave died at tha'. But over th' past few weeks, I've 'ad plenty o'...chances in order ta get over me embarrasement." But still..."Nay pokin' around, promise."

Sarah grinned, beginning to unfold herself so she could get off of the bed. "I didn't think you would."

Laughing a little tiredly, Moira shook her head. "Nay, not I. Again, thanks. I'll be boppin' back an' fort' between 'ere an' th' MedLab. Any time ye want th' room back by?"

"Just whenever. I'll be back in the morning for some clothes before class, but I don't care if you're still around. Besides, I can go hang out in the boiler room again if you're still here." She got up, pulling some pajama pants and a t-shirt from her closet, and tossing them onto the desk chair from across the room.

"I'd say I dinnae want t' be an inconvience, but I know ye wouldna 'ave even offered if'n I was goin' ta be one," Moira muttered, rubbing at her temples again. The headache from earlier was still lingering and she almost, but not quite, regretted not taking the sleeping pill Henry had offered her.

"Nope. You're fine." She stretched a little, and then shuffled back to her desk, putting the notebook in a drawer and picking her nightclothes up again. "And if you ever need to do this again, long nights and such, you're welcome to it again. I like it better in the boiler room anyway."

Moira was touched but knew that both of them would only be embarrassed if she said it outloud. So instead she nodded and stretched out a little on the bed. "Thanks, Sarah...remind me, when thin's get better, ta 'elp ye, if 'tis possible, make this room a wee more comfortable. Did it for Marie-Ange, wit' a new bed due ta 'er powers...seems like we could use Charles' expense account for somethin' else alon' those lines."

Sarah laughed, and leaned up against the doorframe for a moment. "You're gonna bring the tunnels to me? How thoughtful."

She waved a hand around at the room tiredly. "Amazin' wha' a charge card can get ye." Moira realized that she must have been more tired than normal as the room started to spin gently. "...I think I will take a wee nap," she said weakly, putting a hand over her eyes in an effort to block out the room and scared images from her mind.

Sarah eyed Moira, walking back over to flip on the desk lamp before making her way to the door again. She flipped the main light switch, and the fluorescent light flickered off, leaving the desk lamp as the only source of light. "Night Moira. Try and get some rest."

"Aye," came the suddenly unsteady reply. "I'll try. I'll see ye tomorrow sometime." And with that, Moira welcomed the darkness and tried to find some peace of mind.