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xp_logsFollowing the kidnapping, Liam is miserable, Sharon unhappy and Shatterstar protective. Madin is also trying to help. It goes horribly.
tw: vomit
Sharon padded down the hallway, the only sound the scrape of the oversized tiger plush's tail as it dragged across the floor. Unable to shift as she was, she had no choice but to carry it in her mouth. She stopped before the target door and, without pausing to knock, let herself in.
The suite was dark at this time of night, but the bedroom door was ajar. The window had been cracked to introduce ventilation into a room with an occupant not currently inclined to move much. The fact he was using his bed at all was unusual enough.
Liam was sprawled out with his knee propped on a pillow and his head under approximately four more. Sharon didn't disturb them, but placed her favorite toy near the pile; close enough that he could smell the friend-scent. Then, mindful not to jostle his leg, the great cat climbed onto the bed and curled up beside him with the arc of her spine pressed against his arm.
Liam smelled and heard Sharon enter, his breathing betraying that he wasn't asleep. Once she was settled he shifted just enough to touch the plushy, claws out just enough to prick the fabric without making holes his other arm absently stroked what he could reach of Sharon.
Shatterstar has heard Sharon come in and poked his head in Liam's room just to check on "his cats", just as he had been doing since they had gotten back. Maybe it was out of guilt for not being there to protect them but he had been hovering, especially over Liam.
"Do either of you want water?" He asked.
The great cat cracked her unswollen eye, then closed it again. The gesture wordlessly communicated that, while she didn't object to his presence, nor did she require it. She curled tighter against Liam.
"No," Liam mumbled under his pillows, his free hand waving vaguely towards his desk where a tumbler with straw already sat. He was pretty sure there was water in it. "If I drink, I pee and if I pee, then I gotta move," he added, shifting the pillows enough so that he was more clearly understood. Moving was bad. Which was the exact opposite of Liam.
Shatterstar stared at Liam and Sharon unsurely. He moved to sit in the desk chair, ready to stand sentinel, not wanting to take his eyes off of them.
Madin had been in the briefing about everything. They'd felt sick at the knowledge that they'd been too much of a fuck up and liability assist- after all, they were a kidnapping magnet themself- and gone back to their room to wallow some more in self pity.
When Madin had eventually dragged themself out, it was with the knowledge that they should, resentfully, try to make it right with Sharon. Or at least one mid range steak worth of less bad.
Sharon wasn't anywhere to be found. Eventually, they knocked on the door to Liam and Shatterstar's suite, figuring they might know where she was.
"In Liam's room," Shatterstar called from his spot at Liam's desk. "It's unlocked."
"I'm looking for Sharon..." Madin said as they walked in, taking stock of the scene in front of themself as they processed it. "Jesus fucking christ."
The sentiment was mutual. Instantly Sharon went from borderline dozing to wide awake, her tail bristling to twice its size. Ears flattening against her skull, she raised her head and hissed.
Instantly feeling the change in vibes, especially in Sharon, Liam pulled the pillows off so they fell on the floor, rolling his head to glare. "What?" he snapped, unsure just what Madin and Sharon's problem was, but absolutely willing to make it his, too.
Madin took a deep breath. On the one hand, the two looked pathetic. On the other? "You're in bed with him?"
"Leave." The word was barely intelligible through Sharon's snarl. She'd already rolled into a crouch, her tail lashing, and bared her teeth at Madin. "Mine!"
Part of Madin was dimly aware that this was probably a real dumb idea but they ignored that part. "No. Get out of his bed. We talked about this." They were ready to hold their ground on this.
"What's going on?" Shatterstar asked, hating feeling left out of what was going on. "What are you talking about?"
"Yeah, Sharon," Madin said. "Explain why you're being creepy."
Sharon's reply was a growl. For an instant it seemed as if she were going to hurl herself at the older mutant, but then something in her hind brain -- possibly awareness of her own injuries, possibly an unwillingness to risk escalation in the same room as Liam and Shatterstar -- seemed to kick in. With one final spit at Madin the cat leapt from Liam's bed and went out the second-storey window.
What. The. Hell. Pushing himself up to sit, Liam glared, "What's your problem?" he demanded, "Sharon!" he called, though she was gone.
"Sharon's my problem." Madin was really unsure that this was a good call but also it wasn't a bad call. "She's like 22 and she's in your bed. Good thing she fucked off out the window, though."
Liam blinked. "She's a cat," he also pointed out somewhat needlessly in his opinion. "And hello?" he gestured to his leg bandaged in its brace. He started to sit up, his face making an uncomfortable journey until he was able to get up enough. He paused, gathering himself into he stood then went in to continue, except instead of an argument, he upchucked whatever was in his stomach onto Madin.
Madin jumped back, avoiding some, but not all of the spash zone. "What the actual fuck?" they snarled. "For the love of fucking god, she's not just a cat, dickhead. She's a mutant first and that shit is fucked up."
"They're basically siblings and I was in here with them the whole time," Shatterstar said, rising from his chair in defense at of his own ability to take care of Liam. Was Madin saying they didn't believe in Shatterstar's ability to take care of Liam and recognize a bad situation? But first, a more pressing issue. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of vomit. "I'll clean it," he assured Liam. "I don't know if you should bend your leg to kneel." He moved past Madin with a determined stride.
Madin wanted to scream. "I'm trying to help you, fuckhead. Jesus. Lie the fuck back down before you spew again. Eugh. Sharon is a feral mutant. She's not an actual cat because she's a mutant first, which means you don't get in bed with her, because that's creepy."
Oh he did not feel good at all. And he couldn't bend his knee, not much not while it was in the brace. Plus, it hurt like mofo if he tried. Sitting back down, head against the wall, Liam had his eyes mostly closed and focused on his breathing. "Get out," he snarled as best he could, "You're wrong and unhelpful and I want you gone. Don't come back, you're not my friend."
Shatterstar appeared behind Madin with cleaning supplies in his hands. "Please leave," he said firmly to Madin. If Liam didn't want them there, he didn't want them there either- even if Madin was his friend.
"Yeah, fine. I'm fucking going." Madin didn't bother to step around him, slamming into Shatterstar with one shoulder as they walked past him.
Shatterstar took the shoulder check stoically but didn't allow himself to move either. He didn't acknowledge it, just moving instead to start cleaning up the puke.
tw: vomit
Sharon padded down the hallway, the only sound the scrape of the oversized tiger plush's tail as it dragged across the floor. Unable to shift as she was, she had no choice but to carry it in her mouth. She stopped before the target door and, without pausing to knock, let herself in.
The suite was dark at this time of night, but the bedroom door was ajar. The window had been cracked to introduce ventilation into a room with an occupant not currently inclined to move much. The fact he was using his bed at all was unusual enough.
Liam was sprawled out with his knee propped on a pillow and his head under approximately four more. Sharon didn't disturb them, but placed her favorite toy near the pile; close enough that he could smell the friend-scent. Then, mindful not to jostle his leg, the great cat climbed onto the bed and curled up beside him with the arc of her spine pressed against his arm.
Liam smelled and heard Sharon enter, his breathing betraying that he wasn't asleep. Once she was settled he shifted just enough to touch the plushy, claws out just enough to prick the fabric without making holes his other arm absently stroked what he could reach of Sharon.
Shatterstar has heard Sharon come in and poked his head in Liam's room just to check on "his cats", just as he had been doing since they had gotten back. Maybe it was out of guilt for not being there to protect them but he had been hovering, especially over Liam.
"Do either of you want water?" He asked.
The great cat cracked her unswollen eye, then closed it again. The gesture wordlessly communicated that, while she didn't object to his presence, nor did she require it. She curled tighter against Liam.
"No," Liam mumbled under his pillows, his free hand waving vaguely towards his desk where a tumbler with straw already sat. He was pretty sure there was water in it. "If I drink, I pee and if I pee, then I gotta move," he added, shifting the pillows enough so that he was more clearly understood. Moving was bad. Which was the exact opposite of Liam.
Shatterstar stared at Liam and Sharon unsurely. He moved to sit in the desk chair, ready to stand sentinel, not wanting to take his eyes off of them.
Madin had been in the briefing about everything. They'd felt sick at the knowledge that they'd been too much of a fuck up and liability assist- after all, they were a kidnapping magnet themself- and gone back to their room to wallow some more in self pity.
When Madin had eventually dragged themself out, it was with the knowledge that they should, resentfully, try to make it right with Sharon. Or at least one mid range steak worth of less bad.
Sharon wasn't anywhere to be found. Eventually, they knocked on the door to Liam and Shatterstar's suite, figuring they might know where she was.
"In Liam's room," Shatterstar called from his spot at Liam's desk. "It's unlocked."
"I'm looking for Sharon..." Madin said as they walked in, taking stock of the scene in front of themself as they processed it. "Jesus fucking christ."
The sentiment was mutual. Instantly Sharon went from borderline dozing to wide awake, her tail bristling to twice its size. Ears flattening against her skull, she raised her head and hissed.
Instantly feeling the change in vibes, especially in Sharon, Liam pulled the pillows off so they fell on the floor, rolling his head to glare. "What?" he snapped, unsure just what Madin and Sharon's problem was, but absolutely willing to make it his, too.
Madin took a deep breath. On the one hand, the two looked pathetic. On the other? "You're in bed with him?"
"Leave." The word was barely intelligible through Sharon's snarl. She'd already rolled into a crouch, her tail lashing, and bared her teeth at Madin. "Mine!"
Part of Madin was dimly aware that this was probably a real dumb idea but they ignored that part. "No. Get out of his bed. We talked about this." They were ready to hold their ground on this.
"What's going on?" Shatterstar asked, hating feeling left out of what was going on. "What are you talking about?"
"Yeah, Sharon," Madin said. "Explain why you're being creepy."
Sharon's reply was a growl. For an instant it seemed as if she were going to hurl herself at the older mutant, but then something in her hind brain -- possibly awareness of her own injuries, possibly an unwillingness to risk escalation in the same room as Liam and Shatterstar -- seemed to kick in. With one final spit at Madin the cat leapt from Liam's bed and went out the second-storey window.
What. The. Hell. Pushing himself up to sit, Liam glared, "What's your problem?" he demanded, "Sharon!" he called, though she was gone.
"Sharon's my problem." Madin was really unsure that this was a good call but also it wasn't a bad call. "She's like 22 and she's in your bed. Good thing she fucked off out the window, though."
Liam blinked. "She's a cat," he also pointed out somewhat needlessly in his opinion. "And hello?" he gestured to his leg bandaged in its brace. He started to sit up, his face making an uncomfortable journey until he was able to get up enough. He paused, gathering himself into he stood then went in to continue, except instead of an argument, he upchucked whatever was in his stomach onto Madin.
Madin jumped back, avoiding some, but not all of the spash zone. "What the actual fuck?" they snarled. "For the love of fucking god, she's not just a cat, dickhead. She's a mutant first and that shit is fucked up."
"They're basically siblings and I was in here with them the whole time," Shatterstar said, rising from his chair in defense at of his own ability to take care of Liam. Was Madin saying they didn't believe in Shatterstar's ability to take care of Liam and recognize a bad situation? But first, a more pressing issue. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of vomit. "I'll clean it," he assured Liam. "I don't know if you should bend your leg to kneel." He moved past Madin with a determined stride.
Madin wanted to scream. "I'm trying to help you, fuckhead. Jesus. Lie the fuck back down before you spew again. Eugh. Sharon is a feral mutant. She's not an actual cat because she's a mutant first, which means you don't get in bed with her, because that's creepy."
Oh he did not feel good at all. And he couldn't bend his knee, not much not while it was in the brace. Plus, it hurt like mofo if he tried. Sitting back down, head against the wall, Liam had his eyes mostly closed and focused on his breathing. "Get out," he snarled as best he could, "You're wrong and unhelpful and I want you gone. Don't come back, you're not my friend."
Shatterstar appeared behind Madin with cleaning supplies in his hands. "Please leave," he said firmly to Madin. If Liam didn't want them there, he didn't want them there either- even if Madin was his friend.
"Yeah, fine. I'm fucking going." Madin didn't bother to step around him, slamming into Shatterstar with one shoulder as they walked past him.
Shatterstar took the shoulder check stoically but didn't allow himself to move either. He didn't acknowledge it, just moving instead to start cleaning up the puke.
