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Even far across the ocean, Moira still worries. Nathan IMs her, they talk about sleeping, the Askani and health.



GunForHire: Why aren't you in bed?
ScottishDoctor: Nathan? ...why aren't *you* in bed?
GunForHire: It's only eight over here.
ScottishDoctor: I got your e-mail, you just sound tired.
GunForHire: I am, I guess. How are you?
ScottishDoctor: Tired, but Billie seems to be doing just fine. *frown* Nathan, is everything okay?
GunForHire: Everything's fine. Sarah's awake, Alison's doing a lot better.
ScottishDoctor: Good, I was getting worried. But that wasn't my question.
GunForHire: Oh, you mean me... I'm okay. Just worn out, I guess. This place has been hell on the shields this week.
GunForHire: And the Askani aren't talking properly.
ScottishDoctor: Of course I meant you, you bloody nit. What do you mean they're not talking properly?
GunForHire: They're buzzing. And stuff keeps coming to mind... it's weird. Plus I'm slipping into Askani again. Seem to do it more when I'm tense.
ScottishDoctor: *frowns* Does it seem to be something that we need to be really worried about? Tense? What about tired, love? How much sleep have you been getting lately?
GunForHire: Not a lot...
ScottishDoctor: How much not a lot? *taps foot*
GunForHire: That look's not as scary when you're in Scotland and I'm here.
GunForHire: Not much, though. I think... I think I've had to have been getting a little. Or maybe not. I'm not sure.
ScottishDoctor: I can always give it to you when I get home tomorrow. Don't tempt me.
ScottishDoctor: What do you mean, you're not sure??
GunForHire: You are coming back tomorrow, then? Billie's going to be okay?
GunForHire: I can't account for the whole of every night the last few days... I'm not sure whether it's because I was sleeping or whether I just blanked out or something. But if I haven't been sleeping then I probably don't need it anymore, right? Maybe all the sleeping pills and stuff are just pointless...
ScottishDoctor: Tomorrow night, yes. And thankfully, yeah. It's his heart, they were worried he was building up to something worse. Thankfully, it doesn't look like, not with rest. He's on medication, much to his ever loud grumbling.
ScottishDoctor: Nathan, keep taking what I've given you, okay? At least until we can run some tests on you. That's *not* normal and if it's a side-effect of what happened, why didn't it from the get go?
GunForHire: That's good, about Billie...
GunForHire: But it sort of did, Moira... just not like this. And it's not like I decided I wasn't going to sleep this week, it just sort of happened...
GunForHire: They're all so loud. Maybe I should go try and sleep in the gazebo or something. Away from the house.
ScottishDoctor: What about crashing at Cain's? I'm sure he wouldn't mind and it's away from the house.
GunForHire: Yeah... I guess that might be an idea.
ScottishDoctor: It's a good one. You're not worried about this?
GunForHire: About the Askani?
GunForHire: Not worried. Kind of scared, but not worried.
ScottishDoctor: Love...do *they* have any idea what's going on? *worried*
GunForHire: They quit talking to me. Maybe they're angry.
ScottishDoctor: At what, though?
GunForHire: I don't know. They won't say. They just buzz.
ScottishDoctor: Is there anything I can do? (And I'm all the way out here...bloody hell.)
GunForHire: It'll be okay. Maybe they're trying to give me a break or something, I don't know...
GunForHire: Don't worry, okay? If you're coming home tomorrow, I think I can manage not to do anything else stupid in the next twenty four hours.
GunForHire: I'll just stay away from the kids completely.
ScottishDoctor: I don't think I can't not worry about you. Even if there was nothing wrong. Did something happen with the kids today?
GunForHire: No... I didn't do much today. Went to see Jack, and he glared at me. Came back and sat with Alison this afternoon.
ScottishDoctor: What on earth did you do to make Jack glare at you? And good, probably did the both of you some good.
GunForHire: I wasn't telling him what he wanted to hear...
ScottishDoctor: Or were you doing what you sometimes do? Answer the question with an answer that fits but isn't what you really mean to say?
GunForHire: ...maybe I was doing that.
GunForHire: I just wasn't focusing really well, I guess.
ScottishDoctor: You sound like you *do* need sleep, love...
GunForHire: Guess getting off here would be a necessary first step, wouldn't it?
GunForHire: Don't want to. :)
ScottishDoctor: Awww, miss me? (Miss you, too.)
GunForHire: Miss you horribly.
GunForHire: But I will go, because you definitely ought to go to bed. I'll come pick you up at the airport tomorrow.
ScottishDoctor: Okay, love. Yes, sleep is good...for both of us. I thought you were a horrid patient, Billie's even worse.
GunForHire: He's a member of your family. What were you expecting?
ScottishDoctor: I'm going to hurt you when I get home. And then kiss you.
GunForHire: Promises, promises.
GunForHire: Night, love.
ScottishDoctor: Night, sweetie, get some rest.