Log: Laurie and Kyle
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Kyle brings by some food for Laurie, and an offer
Laurie hummed softly to herself as she sat cross legged on her lab chair, her arm several inches away, laid in a charging cradle under a sun lamp. It not only charged her arm, but had the added benefit of giving her a shot of vitamin D as well. Efficient, just the way she liked things, and she had a chance to catch up on paperwork while she was waiting. Unfortunately, no matter how efficient they were, and how little they might like the tedium of it, there was always paperwork.
"Kay, so I was gonna come in here all it's alive it's alive, Igor style, and ask where you wanted the freshly dug up brains, but I mean, first of all, homemade pizza bagels are not brains, third, you better eat the bagels and not raise the dead with them, and also I forgot number two so I'm pretty sure it's do you have a solar powered arm? Did you put solar panels on your arm, oh my god you let Emma Frost solar power your arm didn't you? Bad enough that one guy had a nuclear powered butt, you've got solar arm." Kyle was a bit breathless, and carrying two covered plates and a bag of juice bottles as he barrelled into the room. "You didn't check in that you ate today, miss doctor forgetful."
"I don't believe you actually took a breath once during that," Laurie observed with something akin to fascination crossed with no small amount of amusement. "My arm requires a fair amount of energy to run certain features, and while we were able to fit almost everything I wanted, it still requires a power source. It would have been foolish to choose anything other than solar power. Pizza bagels are always welcome however, and while I'm not entirely sure how I would raise the dead with them, I'm sure I could take a stab at it if you really want. Also, I didn't entirely forget to eat, it was just that I came across a particularly fascinating article on artefact recreation using 3D printing and got distracted."
"Oh and she says I don't breathe." Kyle retorted. "You forgot to eat, your arm runs on the sun, and yes, pizza bagels are the bomb." He plopped down into a nearby chair, all one heavy motion, butt into chair and plates onto table without dropping a single bagel. "You know you're bugged, right? I mean, that we've got a system here for making sure you eat and groom and stuff."
“Touché, and of course,” Laurie replied with a smile before grabbing one of the pizza bagels. “Doug asked me before he put it in place. I felt it an excellent suggestion given my sometimes erratic eating/sleeping schedule now that I’m in residency. Also, did I actively agree with you about the grocery shopping? I can’t remember if I did but if I didn’t, then please do and send me the bill.”
"What, me doing your shopping? Well..." Kyle pulled his phone from the pocket of his cargo pants. "I mean you didn't like, agree, but you did apparently sleep send me a calendar invite for "Discuss Laurie's Nutritional Needs And Emotional Requirement for Cake." He set the phone down. "That or one of your peeps broke into your email again. I can't always tell if like, super formal is you trying to be ninety and forgetting to talk like a real person or like, your peeps trying to talk like you do when you forget to talk normal."
"I...," Laurie stopped and thought about it for a moment, completely unsure how much of her own email she'd answered this week. "Could be either, really. They all know my passwords, not that Doug needs that but cake is a definite emotional requirement. Cake and pictures of doggos."
"Okay, it was probably you because the meeting request mentioned doggos, and you're the only person who calls them that." That was half the reason Kyle was even here. The food, not the doggos. "So, like, I have a preliminary list, because yeah, you're a baby doc in training and never eat, and I also have like, a for serious discussion topic after, or maybe during our conversation about you and food and bento boxes."
“They’re good doggoes, Kyle,” Laurie replied, lips twitching upwards as she got the meme out. Given that her partner was the meme king, it was a good day when she got to use one before he did. “Did I make a meeting itinerary?” It wasn’t that she was completely absent minded, she had a great deal of mind and memory, it was more that it was currently completely consumed with everything she needed in order to not end up with a malpractice suit while doing her residency. It didn’t leave a lot in the way of brain function for much else. “Other than ‘eat food, talk about things, maybe go for a walk in the outside’ anyhow.”
"Nope, you just sent me a meeting request and like, an email that said "doggos doggos'" Kyle made finger quotes. "The rest is all me like, having actually taken health and having like, been your friend forever, so I know what you eat, and that you're a sucker for stacking plastic boxes full of food."
Laurie took a bite of her pizza bagel and chewed silently for a moment, a slight air of distraction forming as her eyes caught the article she’d been reading and she gestured to it. “I wonder how long that’ll take people to abuse.”
"No clue since you know, I haven't like, read it." Kyle said. "And okay, look like, you going all ADHD over medical stuff sure, but man, you really need hobbies if you're also going all ooh shiny over, whatever, I don't even know what artifact 3d printing is." He really was kind of a terrible liar sometimes. "Which, you know, about that. I mean okay not about a hobby but like, when do you turn into a real doctor anyway?"
“Right,” Laurie replied, giving him a look that said ‘I know that you read New Scientist, shut up’ “And that depends on what you want. If you want a general physician, I’m a full doctor with an M.D qualification. If you want a specialist in Emergency Medicine, you’ll need to wait another four years for me to finish my residency.”
"Right, so, okay." Kyle put half a pizza bagel in his mouth, and gestured wildly for a bit while he chewed. "So. Okay, so, so like, you can do medicine, you can patch one of us up, you could like, sew my knee back on if I got it lasered off, okay maybe not that one, but, like, like... " He stopped, rearranged the rest of the bagels on his plate and huffed. "Fuck I am bad at this, but Clint and Topaz and me and like, Ev and a bunch of us, Clinto's bro maybe, I forget who else, uh, we might, uh, we might do a team thing." He hadn't even quit the X-Men yet. "and you know, we don't have a doctor type."
“Do you have dental?” Laurie asked with an air of amusement, reaching across for some contact gel to smooth over the stump of her arm and the embedded sensors that allowed her the ability to control the mechanical part of her body. “Of course I’ll join, although I suppose I should officially resign from the X-men. Is there anything specific you’re going to need a doctor for, or shall I wing it?”
"Fuck, Laurie, right now we don't even have a name, or like, anything past "Hey this'd be a great idea, and we've got a lot of science peeps." Kyle said. "Which you know, I am -not-, but they need someone who punches and heals good." He tore one of the bagels into smaller bagely bits and then ate a bit. "Well, and who can spell and not write page and a half long run on sentences which, by the way, Laurie jesus, what was that last paper I edited for you?"
“My attempt at an academic paper,” Laurie replied with a wry smile. While she’d been recovering from the issues with having no hand or lower arm on one side, she’d buried herself in academia as a way to cope. The academic paper had been her way of trying to make that time well spent rather than ‘useless coping mechanism of choice’ that it had partly been at the time.
“So, chance to use my skills in any way I see fit and the possibility of joining a team and help build it from the ground up.” Laurie mused, a somewhat dangerous light of excitement catching in her gaze. “I’ll just assume that I should e-mail Clint about it and you can tell everyone that I’m in, in the meantime. You do realise this may mean you have to put up with my banana protein shakes, yes?”
"Yeah, lemee hit the council of we don't know what the fuck we're doing and get you a real offer, but basically all that and fuck no, you will not make me any more banana shakes." Kyle flicked a piece of cheese from one of his bagels at Laurie. "Bedside manner, you will learn one, and it's gonna be making sure you work with people's likes and not just making everyone drink protein shakes or else I call you Doctor Hypocrite, miss didn't eat breakfast today."
Laurie caught the cheese and munched on it happily before taking another bite of her own bagel, completely undisturbed by the conversational turn.
“Spoilsport,” Laurie pouted after a moment of chewing, but it was spoiled by the slight lifting at the corners of her mouth. “I suppose I can leave the draconian doctor urges at the door. Unless it’s an emergency! If one of you try to bleed out on me, I may have to insist. Not on the milkshakes, of course, those are never an emergency. On the whole ‘stop trying to push your guts back in wrong and let me loop them in properly’ front though, definitely liable to go all draconian dinosaur screechy. But not real dinosaur, I leave that to others.”
"Yeah, you and dinosaurs are banned from being together, every time that happens I end up on antibiotics and hating life." Kyle said, with a snort. "Why are you so cool about this? I mean like, I know why I'm cool about it, but like, you're been pretty turbo about the X-men. What changed, yo?"
“How often do you read the mission briefings?” Laurie asked.
It was a seemingly completely random question but the haunted look in Laurie’s eyes put paid to that. She had a reason to ask, mostly that reason was that she didn’t want to have to go through old news, especially not the type that would give her screaming nightmares.
"Don't." Kyle said, fake-casually. "I mean, first of all, yo, what missions, second, because what I want to read is like, Well, we fought Captain America because we're stupid, or we fought Captain America because he's an asshole, neither of those are great. So, you know, I don't."
Laurie dragged her good hand across her face and reached out for her prosthetic, sliding it into place against the stump of her lower arm with a soft click. She gripped the fingers of the hand several times to make sure all the connections were firing correctly and then slid her sleeve down over it.
“You know though, how I’ve handled the past few missions I was sent on? Although, I guess the one that I found myself volunteered for with Hope was the true turning point.”
"Uh, I might have some idea, even though ima not reading any mission reports." Kyle had read every single damn one, he just refused to admit it, because that would require admitting that Captain America was kind of an asshole. "So basically same boat as me, you thought this was your jam and it turns out no, this is super not."
"I guess this means I need to speak to Scott as well," Laurie mused, almost to herself. "You wouldn't be willing to do that for me? There might be delicious cooking in your future, if you were?"
"Oh hell no. I cook for myself, lady, I am not risking Scott concussive beaming my head off for food I can make myself!" Kyle was laughing though. "Maybe we make him some food and then he won't give us the Scott So Disappoint face."
"That sounds like a plan," Laurie murmured, finishing off a pizza bagel and taking a long drink of juice. "I promise not to hide behind you the entire time."
Kyle brings by some food for Laurie, and an offer
Laurie hummed softly to herself as she sat cross legged on her lab chair, her arm several inches away, laid in a charging cradle under a sun lamp. It not only charged her arm, but had the added benefit of giving her a shot of vitamin D as well. Efficient, just the way she liked things, and she had a chance to catch up on paperwork while she was waiting. Unfortunately, no matter how efficient they were, and how little they might like the tedium of it, there was always paperwork.
"Kay, so I was gonna come in here all it's alive it's alive, Igor style, and ask where you wanted the freshly dug up brains, but I mean, first of all, homemade pizza bagels are not brains, third, you better eat the bagels and not raise the dead with them, and also I forgot number two so I'm pretty sure it's do you have a solar powered arm? Did you put solar panels on your arm, oh my god you let Emma Frost solar power your arm didn't you? Bad enough that one guy had a nuclear powered butt, you've got solar arm." Kyle was a bit breathless, and carrying two covered plates and a bag of juice bottles as he barrelled into the room. "You didn't check in that you ate today, miss doctor forgetful."
"I don't believe you actually took a breath once during that," Laurie observed with something akin to fascination crossed with no small amount of amusement. "My arm requires a fair amount of energy to run certain features, and while we were able to fit almost everything I wanted, it still requires a power source. It would have been foolish to choose anything other than solar power. Pizza bagels are always welcome however, and while I'm not entirely sure how I would raise the dead with them, I'm sure I could take a stab at it if you really want. Also, I didn't entirely forget to eat, it was just that I came across a particularly fascinating article on artefact recreation using 3D printing and got distracted."
"Oh and she says I don't breathe." Kyle retorted. "You forgot to eat, your arm runs on the sun, and yes, pizza bagels are the bomb." He plopped down into a nearby chair, all one heavy motion, butt into chair and plates onto table without dropping a single bagel. "You know you're bugged, right? I mean, that we've got a system here for making sure you eat and groom and stuff."
“Touché, and of course,” Laurie replied with a smile before grabbing one of the pizza bagels. “Doug asked me before he put it in place. I felt it an excellent suggestion given my sometimes erratic eating/sleeping schedule now that I’m in residency. Also, did I actively agree with you about the grocery shopping? I can’t remember if I did but if I didn’t, then please do and send me the bill.”
"What, me doing your shopping? Well..." Kyle pulled his phone from the pocket of his cargo pants. "I mean you didn't like, agree, but you did apparently sleep send me a calendar invite for "Discuss Laurie's Nutritional Needs And Emotional Requirement for Cake." He set the phone down. "That or one of your peeps broke into your email again. I can't always tell if like, super formal is you trying to be ninety and forgetting to talk like a real person or like, your peeps trying to talk like you do when you forget to talk normal."
"I...," Laurie stopped and thought about it for a moment, completely unsure how much of her own email she'd answered this week. "Could be either, really. They all know my passwords, not that Doug needs that but cake is a definite emotional requirement. Cake and pictures of doggos."
"Okay, it was probably you because the meeting request mentioned doggos, and you're the only person who calls them that." That was half the reason Kyle was even here. The food, not the doggos. "So, like, I have a preliminary list, because yeah, you're a baby doc in training and never eat, and I also have like, a for serious discussion topic after, or maybe during our conversation about you and food and bento boxes."
“They’re good doggoes, Kyle,” Laurie replied, lips twitching upwards as she got the meme out. Given that her partner was the meme king, it was a good day when she got to use one before he did. “Did I make a meeting itinerary?” It wasn’t that she was completely absent minded, she had a great deal of mind and memory, it was more that it was currently completely consumed with everything she needed in order to not end up with a malpractice suit while doing her residency. It didn’t leave a lot in the way of brain function for much else. “Other than ‘eat food, talk about things, maybe go for a walk in the outside’ anyhow.”
"Nope, you just sent me a meeting request and like, an email that said "doggos doggos'" Kyle made finger quotes. "The rest is all me like, having actually taken health and having like, been your friend forever, so I know what you eat, and that you're a sucker for stacking plastic boxes full of food."
Laurie took a bite of her pizza bagel and chewed silently for a moment, a slight air of distraction forming as her eyes caught the article she’d been reading and she gestured to it. “I wonder how long that’ll take people to abuse.”
"No clue since you know, I haven't like, read it." Kyle said. "And okay, look like, you going all ADHD over medical stuff sure, but man, you really need hobbies if you're also going all ooh shiny over, whatever, I don't even know what artifact 3d printing is." He really was kind of a terrible liar sometimes. "Which, you know, about that. I mean okay not about a hobby but like, when do you turn into a real doctor anyway?"
“Right,” Laurie replied, giving him a look that said ‘I know that you read New Scientist, shut up’ “And that depends on what you want. If you want a general physician, I’m a full doctor with an M.D qualification. If you want a specialist in Emergency Medicine, you’ll need to wait another four years for me to finish my residency.”
"Right, so, okay." Kyle put half a pizza bagel in his mouth, and gestured wildly for a bit while he chewed. "So. Okay, so, so like, you can do medicine, you can patch one of us up, you could like, sew my knee back on if I got it lasered off, okay maybe not that one, but, like, like... " He stopped, rearranged the rest of the bagels on his plate and huffed. "Fuck I am bad at this, but Clint and Topaz and me and like, Ev and a bunch of us, Clinto's bro maybe, I forget who else, uh, we might, uh, we might do a team thing." He hadn't even quit the X-Men yet. "and you know, we don't have a doctor type."
“Do you have dental?” Laurie asked with an air of amusement, reaching across for some contact gel to smooth over the stump of her arm and the embedded sensors that allowed her the ability to control the mechanical part of her body. “Of course I’ll join, although I suppose I should officially resign from the X-men. Is there anything specific you’re going to need a doctor for, or shall I wing it?”
"Fuck, Laurie, right now we don't even have a name, or like, anything past "Hey this'd be a great idea, and we've got a lot of science peeps." Kyle said. "Which you know, I am -not-, but they need someone who punches and heals good." He tore one of the bagels into smaller bagely bits and then ate a bit. "Well, and who can spell and not write page and a half long run on sentences which, by the way, Laurie jesus, what was that last paper I edited for you?"
“My attempt at an academic paper,” Laurie replied with a wry smile. While she’d been recovering from the issues with having no hand or lower arm on one side, she’d buried herself in academia as a way to cope. The academic paper had been her way of trying to make that time well spent rather than ‘useless coping mechanism of choice’ that it had partly been at the time.
“So, chance to use my skills in any way I see fit and the possibility of joining a team and help build it from the ground up.” Laurie mused, a somewhat dangerous light of excitement catching in her gaze. “I’ll just assume that I should e-mail Clint about it and you can tell everyone that I’m in, in the meantime. You do realise this may mean you have to put up with my banana protein shakes, yes?”
"Yeah, lemee hit the council of we don't know what the fuck we're doing and get you a real offer, but basically all that and fuck no, you will not make me any more banana shakes." Kyle flicked a piece of cheese from one of his bagels at Laurie. "Bedside manner, you will learn one, and it's gonna be making sure you work with people's likes and not just making everyone drink protein shakes or else I call you Doctor Hypocrite, miss didn't eat breakfast today."
Laurie caught the cheese and munched on it happily before taking another bite of her own bagel, completely undisturbed by the conversational turn.
“Spoilsport,” Laurie pouted after a moment of chewing, but it was spoiled by the slight lifting at the corners of her mouth. “I suppose I can leave the draconian doctor urges at the door. Unless it’s an emergency! If one of you try to bleed out on me, I may have to insist. Not on the milkshakes, of course, those are never an emergency. On the whole ‘stop trying to push your guts back in wrong and let me loop them in properly’ front though, definitely liable to go all draconian dinosaur screechy. But not real dinosaur, I leave that to others.”
"Yeah, you and dinosaurs are banned from being together, every time that happens I end up on antibiotics and hating life." Kyle said, with a snort. "Why are you so cool about this? I mean like, I know why I'm cool about it, but like, you're been pretty turbo about the X-men. What changed, yo?"
“How often do you read the mission briefings?” Laurie asked.
It was a seemingly completely random question but the haunted look in Laurie’s eyes put paid to that. She had a reason to ask, mostly that reason was that she didn’t want to have to go through old news, especially not the type that would give her screaming nightmares.
"Don't." Kyle said, fake-casually. "I mean, first of all, yo, what missions, second, because what I want to read is like, Well, we fought Captain America because we're stupid, or we fought Captain America because he's an asshole, neither of those are great. So, you know, I don't."
Laurie dragged her good hand across her face and reached out for her prosthetic, sliding it into place against the stump of her lower arm with a soft click. She gripped the fingers of the hand several times to make sure all the connections were firing correctly and then slid her sleeve down over it.
“You know though, how I’ve handled the past few missions I was sent on? Although, I guess the one that I found myself volunteered for with Hope was the true turning point.”
"Uh, I might have some idea, even though ima not reading any mission reports." Kyle had read every single damn one, he just refused to admit it, because that would require admitting that Captain America was kind of an asshole. "So basically same boat as me, you thought this was your jam and it turns out no, this is super not."
"I guess this means I need to speak to Scott as well," Laurie mused, almost to herself. "You wouldn't be willing to do that for me? There might be delicious cooking in your future, if you were?"
"Oh hell no. I cook for myself, lady, I am not risking Scott concussive beaming my head off for food I can make myself!" Kyle was laughing though. "Maybe we make him some food and then he won't give us the Scott So Disappoint face."
"That sounds like a plan," Laurie murmured, finishing off a pizza bagel and taking a long drink of juice. "I promise not to hide behind you the entire time."
