Alison and Betsy -- Saturday evening
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xp_logsMutiny: The girls raid Scott's computer and get a glimpse into his psyche.
Betsy had already been standing outside Scott's door for a few minutes, waiting for Alison to make her entrance. While she stood there, she listened in on Scott's idle thoughts, his slight grumblings about the turn of recent events. Betsy felt soothed by his presence and sighed inwardly. The image of Kurt chuffling Scott away unnerved her, but the thought that Scott would call out to her before he was transported away bothered her more. Yes, that thought nagged at her a bit more than it should have. Betsy decidedly sat down cross-legged on the floor and tried to think of anything else. Instead, she nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, waiting for her signal to act.
The signal was clearer than she'd anticipated, in the form of Alison turning the corner and walking down the hallway at a fairly rapid pace. The buzz of her thoughts kept ebbing and flowing along their still barely active link – although Betsy noted that Alison was very aware of this. "Kurt got him," the blonde muttered, stopping in front of the door and peering at it for a moment before looking at Betsy.
Betsy picked herself off the floor and sighed. "I know." She hastily wiped her hands on her jeans and reached for the door. "Are you ready? I don't think it should take too long to make the necessary changes, that is."
"Got a key or are we going for B&E?" Alison shrugged, not really caring if she had to lase the door handle off. It'd only be her second door this week. And there was already no way to try and squirm out of this when Scott got back, that was for sure. I'm so dead. And then there was the whole discussion she had to have with Betsy while they were in the office.
"No need," Betsy said, turning the knob. The oak door opened with ease. "I told Scott I'd be down for a visit earlier. Though, if you're really on a kick, I could close the door for you and you can have a go.”
Alison wrinkled her nose at her before walking inside the office. "Nag, nag, nag." Laser through on door and people never let you live it down. Well. She was at three, now that she thought of it. Oops. She waited until Betsy had closed the door to turn around and face her. "How long has it been since you've been on full active duty?"
Betsy kept her hand on the doorknob. It had been as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She knew it was coming, the moment she started typing onto that blasted page. Betsy knew she should've kept her mug out of it, but was compelled to act. "Well..." Betsy started, trying to regulate her breathing again. "that would depend. I'm almost positive I was on active duty while Kwannon was running about." Right, she knew the answer, so why was she stalling? "Officially, I would have to say a year from the original surgery date."
"We haven't been seeing you in official training sessions for a while now. You've only done one mission in a the last what, five or six months?" She paused, taking a slow breath to steady herself. "You slipped up twice this week." She nodded a bit and tapped the side of her head. "It gets through, you know – not much, be enough. But at least... it's been less than before. Lately. Since the last time we talked. Am I right?" There was hope in her voice, even though she was trying hard not to anticipate anything at all.
Betsy felt her shoulders tensed. At times, having a friend that wouldn't let up tested her patience. "No, I haven't been going to official trainings because I haven't seen a reason to be reinstated. Though the Professor ensures that I'd be allowed to return after some perfunctory tests...." She released her grip on the door, allowing the blood flow to return to her hand. Instead, Betsy wrapped her arms around herself and took a moment before continuing. "And yes, I've mostly stopped with the drinking. But, it's never been something I couldn't do before." In other words, I didn't slip, I took a break from reality.
"Okay." That was it really. Other than something else which needed to be mentioned. "Are you talking to anyone about helping with the no more drinking bit?" It was a simple, neutral question. Just a search for information, with the hopes of pointing out that Betsy didn't have to do this all alone. Which of course, was probably what she was doing.
Betsy nodded her head slowly. "Not at the moment, but I'm working my way through it." She took Scott's empty seat and started up his computer. The computer booted up quickly enough and soon, requested for the user's passcode. Betsy entered the variation of letters and numbers and waited for the files to load. "You do realise that Scott is going to have an epileptic fit when he gets back."
"Just... talk to Moira? She might have a good perspective for you. You don't have to do that alone." She leaned on the desk and watched the computer screen, going with the change of subject and wincing rather badly. "I'm doomed. I'll get watch duty forever. I know. But better that than watching him blow a gasket at the worst possible time." She sighed, muttering to herself. "This should have been done ages ago."
The process of redistributing the task went quickly, files being resealed once more with a new password being set. Each was tagged and attributed to the team member now in charge of it, with a note on when reports would be sent to Scott on the matter.
It was when Betsy opened the possible scenario files that both woman paused. Alison leaned over to look at the files slowly trailing down the screen as the telepath scrolled through them.
"Oh my god. Betsy? Make me a copy of those on the server. Lock it to my computer."
Betsy gaped at the files. There were hordes of scenarios all leading to bloodshed. It took a moment to register Alison's request. "I'm sorry, what?" Copy the files? "Why would you need a copy of these files?"
"To try and help Scott." It was...insane, there were no other words for it. Some of the names of the files sent chills down her spine. She didn't want to read them, not one bit. "Please. And let me talk to him about this? He's going to want to yell at me anyway when he gets back, I figure."
Betsy was about to retort, but something held her back. 'Cos she's right. "Fine...." She said, transferring the files from Scott's computer and sent it to a drive only accessible by Alison. "Done." Betsy sank deeper into Scott's chair.
"Thank you." Huh. No argument. A bit surprised but unwilling to complain about having her way, Alison leaned on the desk, staring at the files a while longer, shaking her head in dismay.
A sudden prick on the side of her head made Betsy lean forward. "Oh bugger, that hurts!" The pain intensified and she blinked back the spots behind her eyes. "Alison...." She called out. "I think there's something rather big and nasty happening outside."
"Oh god." Rushing to the window, Alison looked out. And swore. "Scott's going to kill me."
Betsy had already been standing outside Scott's door for a few minutes, waiting for Alison to make her entrance. While she stood there, she listened in on Scott's idle thoughts, his slight grumblings about the turn of recent events. Betsy felt soothed by his presence and sighed inwardly. The image of Kurt chuffling Scott away unnerved her, but the thought that Scott would call out to her before he was transported away bothered her more. Yes, that thought nagged at her a bit more than it should have. Betsy decidedly sat down cross-legged on the floor and tried to think of anything else. Instead, she nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, waiting for her signal to act.
The signal was clearer than she'd anticipated, in the form of Alison turning the corner and walking down the hallway at a fairly rapid pace. The buzz of her thoughts kept ebbing and flowing along their still barely active link – although Betsy noted that Alison was very aware of this. "Kurt got him," the blonde muttered, stopping in front of the door and peering at it for a moment before looking at Betsy.
Betsy picked herself off the floor and sighed. "I know." She hastily wiped her hands on her jeans and reached for the door. "Are you ready? I don't think it should take too long to make the necessary changes, that is."
"Got a key or are we going for B&E?" Alison shrugged, not really caring if she had to lase the door handle off. It'd only be her second door this week. And there was already no way to try and squirm out of this when Scott got back, that was for sure. I'm so dead. And then there was the whole discussion she had to have with Betsy while they were in the office.
"No need," Betsy said, turning the knob. The oak door opened with ease. "I told Scott I'd be down for a visit earlier. Though, if you're really on a kick, I could close the door for you and you can have a go.”
Alison wrinkled her nose at her before walking inside the office. "Nag, nag, nag." Laser through on door and people never let you live it down. Well. She was at three, now that she thought of it. Oops. She waited until Betsy had closed the door to turn around and face her. "How long has it been since you've been on full active duty?"
Betsy kept her hand on the doorknob. It had been as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She knew it was coming, the moment she started typing onto that blasted page. Betsy knew she should've kept her mug out of it, but was compelled to act. "Well..." Betsy started, trying to regulate her breathing again. "that would depend. I'm almost positive I was on active duty while Kwannon was running about." Right, she knew the answer, so why was she stalling? "Officially, I would have to say a year from the original surgery date."
"We haven't been seeing you in official training sessions for a while now. You've only done one mission in a the last what, five or six months?" She paused, taking a slow breath to steady herself. "You slipped up twice this week." She nodded a bit and tapped the side of her head. "It gets through, you know – not much, be enough. But at least... it's been less than before. Lately. Since the last time we talked. Am I right?" There was hope in her voice, even though she was trying hard not to anticipate anything at all.
Betsy felt her shoulders tensed. At times, having a friend that wouldn't let up tested her patience. "No, I haven't been going to official trainings because I haven't seen a reason to be reinstated. Though the Professor ensures that I'd be allowed to return after some perfunctory tests...." She released her grip on the door, allowing the blood flow to return to her hand. Instead, Betsy wrapped her arms around herself and took a moment before continuing. "And yes, I've mostly stopped with the drinking. But, it's never been something I couldn't do before." In other words, I didn't slip, I took a break from reality.
"Okay." That was it really. Other than something else which needed to be mentioned. "Are you talking to anyone about helping with the no more drinking bit?" It was a simple, neutral question. Just a search for information, with the hopes of pointing out that Betsy didn't have to do this all alone. Which of course, was probably what she was doing.
Betsy nodded her head slowly. "Not at the moment, but I'm working my way through it." She took Scott's empty seat and started up his computer. The computer booted up quickly enough and soon, requested for the user's passcode. Betsy entered the variation of letters and numbers and waited for the files to load. "You do realise that Scott is going to have an epileptic fit when he gets back."
"Just... talk to Moira? She might have a good perspective for you. You don't have to do that alone." She leaned on the desk and watched the computer screen, going with the change of subject and wincing rather badly. "I'm doomed. I'll get watch duty forever. I know. But better that than watching him blow a gasket at the worst possible time." She sighed, muttering to herself. "This should have been done ages ago."
The process of redistributing the task went quickly, files being resealed once more with a new password being set. Each was tagged and attributed to the team member now in charge of it, with a note on when reports would be sent to Scott on the matter.
It was when Betsy opened the possible scenario files that both woman paused. Alison leaned over to look at the files slowly trailing down the screen as the telepath scrolled through them.
"Oh my god. Betsy? Make me a copy of those on the server. Lock it to my computer."
Betsy gaped at the files. There were hordes of scenarios all leading to bloodshed. It took a moment to register Alison's request. "I'm sorry, what?" Copy the files? "Why would you need a copy of these files?"
"To try and help Scott." It was...insane, there were no other words for it. Some of the names of the files sent chills down her spine. She didn't want to read them, not one bit. "Please. And let me talk to him about this? He's going to want to yell at me anyway when he gets back, I figure."
Betsy was about to retort, but something held her back. 'Cos she's right. "Fine...." She said, transferring the files from Scott's computer and sent it to a drive only accessible by Alison. "Done." Betsy sank deeper into Scott's chair.
"Thank you." Huh. No argument. A bit surprised but unwilling to complain about having her way, Alison leaned on the desk, staring at the files a while longer, shaking her head in dismay.
A sudden prick on the side of her head made Betsy lean forward. "Oh bugger, that hurts!" The pain intensified and she blinked back the spots behind her eyes. "Alison...." She called out. "I think there's something rather big and nasty happening outside."
"Oh god." Rushing to the window, Alison looked out. And swore. "Scott's going to kill me."
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Date: 2004-10-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Or preparing your grave....over breakfast.