Moira, Amanda, Dom, Bridge (LumpThatisNate)

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After Amanda heals Moira, they head into the room where Nathan is. Bridge gets his world view tilted and is then laughed at by women. Nathan just lies there.



Moira walked in after Amanda and headed over to where Nathan lay, still out of it. She picked up his hand and soothed the link, glad the pain was gone. Moira glanced up and smiled at Dom before nodding at Amanda. "Second show 'bout ta be kicked off?"

"I'm all curious now," Domino said, eyeing the young witch thoughtfully.

Amanda rolled her eyes, trying to still the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of having an audience for this. She moved to the other side of the bed, wincing at the mess of bandages and equipment.

"Moira, are you sure this is, um... safe?" Bridge said a bit hesitantly.

She couldn't help a small smile. "*I* look better, dinnae I?" she asked, tilting her head at him. "I'm sure, Amanda's 'ad ta do this son' an' dance number wit' Nathan before."

"Too many bloody times," Amanda muttered, rolling her eyes. She lay one hand on Nate's chest, the other on his forehead, careful of the bandaged area. "Um, this is gunna take some conentration..." she began, unsure of how to tell the three rather daunting adults in the room to shut up and let her work.

"Sorry," G.W. said with a sigh, slumping in his chair.

"Not a word," Domino said, her eyes glittering as she watched Amanda.

With a wry smile, Moira reluctantly dropped Nathan's hand and backed up to stand next to where Bridge was sitting. "Lips are sealed."

Amanda screwed up her nose in amusement and closed her eyes. Gunshots were about as unnatural wounds as you could get, and she was going to need to push herself. Closing her eyes, she began, the golden glow from her hands echoed by the purple and white light from Romany's amulet, which she'd forgotten to tuck away again.

"Holy shit," G.W. murmured, but then clasped his good hand over his mouth at Moira's warning look.

If Amanda had heard GW, she gave no indication. Her lips moved soundlessly as she recited the spell, pouring every bit of power she had into Nate, feeling the tissue slowly begin to knit back together. She ignored the headache, but when a trickle of blood appeared at her nose, Moira made a move.

Carefully, Moira moved up to Amanda's side. "Amanda, stop...tha's enough, lass," she murmured, careful not to startle her. The healing process would help Nathan but it wouldn’t be worth it if Amanda injured herself in the mean while.

"Don't hurt yourself, Amanda," Domino said with a frown.

"Just a bit more..." Amanda grated, but then the pain stabbed through her head like a knife and she jerked her hands away before she passed that onto Nate. "Bugger, blast and fuck," she muttered, realizing her nose was bleeding again. "Stupid body."

"The bruising on his face," Bridge said suddenly, straightening in his chair and looking incredulous. "It's faded... I mean, noticeably." He gave Amanda a wondering look. "Huh."

Moira put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Dom, 'and me th' box o' tissues." She turned back to Amanda. "Feelin' okay?"

"Yeah, 'm fine. 'S the usual thing." Amanda took the offered tissues gratefully. "People ain't really meant do this sort of thing." She glanced over at Nate. "I couldn't fix everythin', but I started it off."

"Hell of a thing," Domino said softly, stepping closer so that she could get a better look at Nathan's face. The bruising was less, G.W. was right.

"Good, then leave it be an' see 'ow th' natural 'ealin' process goes for a wee bit, aye?" She was still concerned about the bauble Amanda was pulling power from.

"Fine, Moira, no more." Amanda couldn't help rolling her eyes at the motherly tone. "'M not about t' try that again any time soon." A small, proud smile crossed her face. "Still, I did some good, an' that's the important part."

"If this stops Nate from being laid up for the next two months, you could probably ask for the world on a string and he'd knock himself out trying to get it for you," Domino quipped.

Moira laughed, shaking her head. "Anythin' ta keep 'im out o' th' MedLab," she agreed, slightly more cheerful than she had been earlier.

"So magic's real," G.W. murmured, peering at the young witch a bit owlishly. "I can feel my worldview rearranging itself as we speak. Ow."

"'S all part of me cunning plan," the witch said with a tired but mischievous grin. She glanced over at G.W. "Sorry, I tend t' do that t' people. You should
have seen McCoy the first few weeks after I did the healin' trick. Fair boggled him, it did."

"'tis 'ard for us ol' doctor's ta learn new tricks."

"Oh, but Nate claims you're very flexible, Moira," Domino said with her best innocent look.

Amanda snorted, trying to hide her amusement but not so successfully.

For a split second, Moira looked utterly mortified and then facepalmed. "I 'ate ye all. Really."

G.W. groaned, sinking his face into his good hand for a minute. "Okay. Magic done, you two are starting to snipe at each other.... I'm going to bed." He looked around a bit confusedly. "Do I have a bed?"

Amanda glanced over at Moira. "Guest room or you want another patient down here?" she asked. "'Cause I can take him up if you like..."

She frowned, torn. "Could ye, please?" Moira asked, finally. "I'll come up later ta check on ye, Bridge. Jus' want ta be wit' Nathan a while longer."

"Point me... whatever way," G.W. said, waving his hand and nearly managing to smack himself in the nose.

Amanda raised her eyebrow at Dom. "He's definitely one of Nate's mates," she said, amused. "Down t' the whole incoherent thing."

"They have a certain charm," Domino said softly.

"Incoherent is cute in 'tis own way," Moira added, reaching over to pat G.W. on the shoulder.

"Women are laughing at me," G.W. said a bit petulantly. "Where's Grizz? He'd protect me..."

"'e's currently attemptin' ta eat all o' th' food in th' kitchen. Food before friends, ye know..."

"C'mon, yer dead on yer feet an' that's too easy," Amanda said, taking pity on G.W.'s bemused state. "I'll show you where you can collapse for a bit." She gave Nate's sleeping form a last, worried glance as she led the way to the door. "So yer G.W., are you? We diidn't really get properly introduced, but I think Pete might've mentioned you..."

"Next time we see him," Domino murmured, "she's going to have him wrapped around her little finger too, you realize."

"But o' course," Moira responded, smiling. "Doesnae she 'ave everyone like tha'?"