Nate, Amanda - Monday night
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xp_logsBrief interlude as Amanda finally gets to talk to Nate and threatens him with plastic bubbles again.
Watching Nate sleep was getting to be a habit, Amanda thought as she sat by the man's bedside. Deja vu... She took some comfort in the regular rise and fall of his chest, and the knowledge he wasn't half as bad as he'd been earlier. "Plastic bubble, I swear..." she murmured, shaking her head slightly.
Nathan, not quite asleep, heard that quite clearly. "Enough... already," he murmured, not opening his eyes. He could feel that it was her, had felt her presence as soon as she had come in and sat down. His telepathy was oversensitized, somehow, which was funny, given the drugs. "Broken... record."
"Ain't my fault yer so accident-prone," she replied, smiling. "How are yer feelin'?" She reached out and lay her hand in his, noting it was still slightly chilly from the blood loss.
"Like...crap." Nathan managed to open his eyes, mustering a tiny, wan smile for her. "Still in the mansion, right?"
"Yeah. Still here. In yer favourite place, medlab. I think they're thinkin' of puttin' yer name on the door." She returned the smile.
"Funny girl," Nathan murmured, wincing as he turned his head a little on the pillow. "Look... tired, trouble," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Manuel still... insatiable?"
"You know the Hormone That Walks Like A Man," she said with a wry grin. "Tho' I think I've found a way t' catch a break when I need it - he hates this place." She pulled a face. "He's cranky 'bout me spendin' so much time down here, I can feel him sulkin' right now." She didn't mention the healing. No need for him to worry about that right now.
"Down here?" Nathan asked. "Or.. with me?"
"A bit of both," she admitted. "But it don't matter - he has t' learn that he doesn't get t' say who I get t' be friends with." She chuckled. "He's still dealin' with Dom adoptin' me as her little sister."
It was a little easier to smile, suddenly. "He and Dom... crossed swords, last time. He..." No, he didn't need to tell Amanda that her boyfriend had been coming on to Dom.
"I can guess," she said with a grin, amused by his concern and guessing the cause of it. "Dom'd break him in half, I reckon."
"Oh," Nathan said, feeling a strange, dazed sort of mirth. "You've met."
"In the waitin' room. We took turns distractin' each other until Moira gave us the okay t' visit." She smiled. "Everythin' makes a lot more sense now."
Nathan managed to raise an eyebrow. "That... sounds ominous."
"Well, it explains why we get on so well, for a start. Yer've had practice already with dealin' with troublesome girls." Her voice was teasing. "'S that masochistic streak comin' out again, ain't it?"
"Big streak," Nathan murmured in amusement. "Wide as... uh, something really wide."
She chuckled. "Glad t' see yer sense of humour's still there," she said, squeezing his hand slightly.
"Laugh or cry," Nathan said, feeling strangely soothed by her grip on his hand. "That's what they say..." He paused, frowning a little. "Stay still," he said a bit irritably, trying to focus on her.
"I am. 'S yer eyes that're playin' tricks," she said, hiding her worry. She closed her own eyes, focussing on the healing spell again, even though she really needed to rest before doing any more. Her hand on his gave off a weak glow.
"Got shot... in the head, you know," he said a bit blearily, wondering if he was just imagining the way her hand was glowing, too. "First for me."
She didn't answer straight away, all her concentration being focussed on healing him when she knew she'd done as much as she could do already. Then pain lanced across her head, warning her she was in danger of burning herself out again, and she stopped. "Don't make a habit of it, will yer? 'S a bastard t' fix," she said, trying not to wince as her temples throbbed.
He could sense that she was in pain, but he was falling asleep again, the healing spell pushing him over the edge of the precipice he'd been teetering on already. "Careful," he managed to whisper. "Don't push... so hard..."
"Don't worry 'bout me," she said, seeing him slipping into sleep again and stroking his hand with her thumb. "You just rest."
Watching Nate sleep was getting to be a habit, Amanda thought as she sat by the man's bedside. Deja vu... She took some comfort in the regular rise and fall of his chest, and the knowledge he wasn't half as bad as he'd been earlier. "Plastic bubble, I swear..." she murmured, shaking her head slightly.
Nathan, not quite asleep, heard that quite clearly. "Enough... already," he murmured, not opening his eyes. He could feel that it was her, had felt her presence as soon as she had come in and sat down. His telepathy was oversensitized, somehow, which was funny, given the drugs. "Broken... record."
"Ain't my fault yer so accident-prone," she replied, smiling. "How are yer feelin'?" She reached out and lay her hand in his, noting it was still slightly chilly from the blood loss.
"Like...crap." Nathan managed to open his eyes, mustering a tiny, wan smile for her. "Still in the mansion, right?"
"Yeah. Still here. In yer favourite place, medlab. I think they're thinkin' of puttin' yer name on the door." She returned the smile.
"Funny girl," Nathan murmured, wincing as he turned his head a little on the pillow. "Look... tired, trouble," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Manuel still... insatiable?"
"You know the Hormone That Walks Like A Man," she said with a wry grin. "Tho' I think I've found a way t' catch a break when I need it - he hates this place." She pulled a face. "He's cranky 'bout me spendin' so much time down here, I can feel him sulkin' right now." She didn't mention the healing. No need for him to worry about that right now.
"Down here?" Nathan asked. "Or.. with me?"
"A bit of both," she admitted. "But it don't matter - he has t' learn that he doesn't get t' say who I get t' be friends with." She chuckled. "He's still dealin' with Dom adoptin' me as her little sister."
It was a little easier to smile, suddenly. "He and Dom... crossed swords, last time. He..." No, he didn't need to tell Amanda that her boyfriend had been coming on to Dom.
"I can guess," she said with a grin, amused by his concern and guessing the cause of it. "Dom'd break him in half, I reckon."
"Oh," Nathan said, feeling a strange, dazed sort of mirth. "You've met."
"In the waitin' room. We took turns distractin' each other until Moira gave us the okay t' visit." She smiled. "Everythin' makes a lot more sense now."
Nathan managed to raise an eyebrow. "That... sounds ominous."
"Well, it explains why we get on so well, for a start. Yer've had practice already with dealin' with troublesome girls." Her voice was teasing. "'S that masochistic streak comin' out again, ain't it?"
"Big streak," Nathan murmured in amusement. "Wide as... uh, something really wide."
She chuckled. "Glad t' see yer sense of humour's still there," she said, squeezing his hand slightly.
"Laugh or cry," Nathan said, feeling strangely soothed by her grip on his hand. "That's what they say..." He paused, frowning a little. "Stay still," he said a bit irritably, trying to focus on her.
"I am. 'S yer eyes that're playin' tricks," she said, hiding her worry. She closed her own eyes, focussing on the healing spell again, even though she really needed to rest before doing any more. Her hand on his gave off a weak glow.
"Got shot... in the head, you know," he said a bit blearily, wondering if he was just imagining the way her hand was glowing, too. "First for me."
She didn't answer straight away, all her concentration being focussed on healing him when she knew she'd done as much as she could do already. Then pain lanced across her head, warning her she was in danger of burning herself out again, and she stopped. "Don't make a habit of it, will yer? 'S a bastard t' fix," she said, trying not to wince as her temples throbbed.
He could sense that she was in pain, but he was falling asleep again, the healing spell pushing him over the edge of the precipice he'd been teetering on already. "Careful," he managed to whisper. "Don't push... so hard..."
"Don't worry 'bout me," she said, seeing him slipping into sleep again and stroking his hand with her thumb. "You just rest."
