Alison & Madelyn
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xp_logsMonday, early morning. Very early. Alison goes to the medlab to hide behind Madelyn, considering it the safest place to be until she's ready to talk to Scott. Hrm. Whether it was or not is up to debate. ;)
Must be those mad rockstar ninja skills of yours .
Things had been quiet for about five minutes now in the medlab and Alison thought it might be safe to finally lean out and take a peek. Hrm. A careful once over and yes, the path did seem clear. Still, it couldn't hurt to check and Madelyn was there putting one of the trays of medical instruments away. Leaning out of the office door slightly, she spoke lowly, so that the sound would not carry any further than needed. "Is he gone?"
Madelyn started slightly, nearly dropping the tray. Seeing Alison peeking out of the office, she pulled a face. "For about an hour now. You scared the life out of me. Not nice to sneak up on the recent victim of Cajun."
"I didn't mean to," Alison murmured apologetically, stepping out of the office with a still very careful look around the medlab. "I figured here was the best place to buy a bit of time." She'd spoken to Charles and discussed the files she had found and Scott's mental state in general with him earlier. And while she still had to speak to Scott herself on the matter, having been the one to start the mutiny, she was hoping to do so a bit later in the day. After he'd calmed down from being sedated. The silliness of the early morning hours seemed very distant indeed.
"Must be those mad rockstar ninja skills of yours," Madelyn said with a grin as she finished what she was doing and straightened. "But yeah, Scott's been awake and out of here for about an hour, and I'm not expecting him back down any time soon, so you're safe for now. Coffee?"
She looked decidedly tempted at the notion, but really - coffee right now was a bad idea. She'd barely had any sleep the night before and none the one before that at all. "Ah - no thanks." Hopefully, Madelyn wouldn't ask why. Maybe she could try sleeping after having talked to Scott, later in the day.
Damn, so much for that idea. "So, how'd that reading of yours go? I take it those files weren't exactly 'Fuzzy Bunny Goes To Market?'" she asked, noting the circles under Alison's eyes and the fact those eyes were on the bloodshot side themselves. She'd been reading staff files after Paul's arrival and the Fun With Needles, and knew Alison had a tendency to not sleep for days on end. Hank's notes had been quite specific and rather entertaining on the matter.
"Not. Not much with the fuzziness," Alison frowned a bit, unwilling to talk about the details. She'd probably done that enough already just showing one of the files to Haroun, the previous night. But she'd wanted someone else's opinion and he had been reviewing the Danger Room programs already... right. Going off track again.
"And not much with the sleep, either, I'm guessing?" To hell with dancing around - after Scott the Amazing Brain Fried Man, she didn't feel up to being tactful. And Alison would probably tell her if she overstepped the mark. Possibly with a laser, but Madelyn was getting used to living dangerously.
"I slept!" All of two hours and both of them uneasy to say the least. "Some." Quit there while you can, stupid, Alison told herself, smiling a bit at Madelyn in an attempt to, oh, look casual. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately and all." And she hoped things would go well with Scott, that he wouldn't react badly to this as well as everything else but Haroun had seeded doubts in her mind on that one. Which only added to the worries and concerns.
"Uh-huh." Madelyn slipped her hands into the pockets of her lab coat, giving Alison the look of the Not Fooled. "And the night before?"
"Reading Scott's files. I was emailing you, remember?" Alison didn't even bother trying to disguise that - besides, for one thing Madelyn knew that already and for another, Alison didn't particularly feel the need to hide it. Everyone knew she had an odd sleeping schedule. And if they didn't, well, tough. Of course, it wasn't often she was actively trying not to sleep. She left that to others, usually.
"And the night before that was damage control with the Remy incident." Madelyn gave her a steady look. "So, just when do you plan on sleeping next? We've got three days of probably less than a few hours' each, if that. You attempting Nathan's record?"
She did not want to sleep purely to avoid actually reliving any of the scenarios she read. Alison liked sleeping just fine, unlike Nathan or
Scott. Except for now.
"I am not even coming close to wanting to break any of Nathan's records," she answered with a vaguely horrified expression. "Really. Not. I just don't sleep as much as some, that's all. And I'll get more sleep soon." She pondered asking Madelyn about anything that would knock her out enough to avoid nightmares, but that would be admitting that there was something keeping her awake and she'd just said she was going to sleep. And now she was starting to not make sense even to herself.
"I have to go talk to Scott," she finally said, trying to smile in a normal way, edging towards the door. "So, I'll just go do that now. Yeah. Talk to you later?" she asked over her shoulder.
Up until "don't sleep as much as some", Alison had been doing well. Mostly. But Madelyn had heard that excuse roughly one million times too often lately, and it was starting to wear thin. Particularly when there was no real indication Alison was intending to sleep any time soon. Three days was quite enough, especially after the example of Scott the Amazing Broken Brain Man. "Oh, Ali?" Madelyn called, pulling the tranq gun out of the pocket of her labcoat. Okay, not standard medical equipment or procedure by any means, but desperate times and all the rest of it. Besides, Madelyn really wasn't sure if she herself would be up for another crisis if Alison went another few days without sleep and then went Boom spectacularly, in the fashion Nathan had made so memorable. And it wasn't like she could ask Amanda to do the sleep-whammy or whatever it was.
Alison paused in the doorway, and Madelyn lined up her shot and fired before the songbird had a chance to even realise what was happening. The dart hit her squarely in the left buttcheek. "Should've had the coffee," the doctor added with a smile.
"Wha..." Alison blinked, the brief sting of the dart registering only after Madelyn's words. And reached back, retrieving the small dart and staring at it for a moment while stretching out one hand slowly to lean on the doorframe. "Madelyn? Did you just shoot me in the ass?" The words were already slurring towards the end of her question, Alison staring at the dart in blank stupefaction.
"Biggest target there was," Madelyn told her cheerfully, putting the dart gun back in her pocket and coming forward to catch the slumping Alison. "What? You think I was going to buy all that 'sleep later' crap? I talked to Haroun."
"No fair," was the faint reply, Alison letting go of the doorframe to cling to the good doctor instead. God this stuff was acting quickly. A giggle escaped her, because oh, the irony was delicious. "Maddie?" she whispered, trying to fight off the sedative just a bit longer. "No nightmares... promise?"
"Promise," Madelyn said, slinging Alison's arm over her shoulder and grabbing her firmly around the waist. Her expression was sympathetic as she half-carried, half-dragged Alison towards the nearest empty bed. "Only good dreams."
Must be those mad rockstar ninja skills of yours .
Things had been quiet for about five minutes now in the medlab and Alison thought it might be safe to finally lean out and take a peek. Hrm. A careful once over and yes, the path did seem clear. Still, it couldn't hurt to check and Madelyn was there putting one of the trays of medical instruments away. Leaning out of the office door slightly, she spoke lowly, so that the sound would not carry any further than needed. "Is he gone?"
Madelyn started slightly, nearly dropping the tray. Seeing Alison peeking out of the office, she pulled a face. "For about an hour now. You scared the life out of me. Not nice to sneak up on the recent victim of Cajun."
"I didn't mean to," Alison murmured apologetically, stepping out of the office with a still very careful look around the medlab. "I figured here was the best place to buy a bit of time." She'd spoken to Charles and discussed the files she had found and Scott's mental state in general with him earlier. And while she still had to speak to Scott herself on the matter, having been the one to start the mutiny, she was hoping to do so a bit later in the day. After he'd calmed down from being sedated. The silliness of the early morning hours seemed very distant indeed.
"Must be those mad rockstar ninja skills of yours," Madelyn said with a grin as she finished what she was doing and straightened. "But yeah, Scott's been awake and out of here for about an hour, and I'm not expecting him back down any time soon, so you're safe for now. Coffee?"
She looked decidedly tempted at the notion, but really - coffee right now was a bad idea. She'd barely had any sleep the night before and none the one before that at all. "Ah - no thanks." Hopefully, Madelyn wouldn't ask why. Maybe she could try sleeping after having talked to Scott, later in the day.
Damn, so much for that idea. "So, how'd that reading of yours go? I take it those files weren't exactly 'Fuzzy Bunny Goes To Market?'" she asked, noting the circles under Alison's eyes and the fact those eyes were on the bloodshot side themselves. She'd been reading staff files after Paul's arrival and the Fun With Needles, and knew Alison had a tendency to not sleep for days on end. Hank's notes had been quite specific and rather entertaining on the matter.
"Not. Not much with the fuzziness," Alison frowned a bit, unwilling to talk about the details. She'd probably done that enough already just showing one of the files to Haroun, the previous night. But she'd wanted someone else's opinion and he had been reviewing the Danger Room programs already... right. Going off track again.
"And not much with the sleep, either, I'm guessing?" To hell with dancing around - after Scott the Amazing Brain Fried Man, she didn't feel up to being tactful. And Alison would probably tell her if she overstepped the mark. Possibly with a laser, but Madelyn was getting used to living dangerously.
"I slept!" All of two hours and both of them uneasy to say the least. "Some." Quit there while you can, stupid, Alison told herself, smiling a bit at Madelyn in an attempt to, oh, look casual. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately and all." And she hoped things would go well with Scott, that he wouldn't react badly to this as well as everything else but Haroun had seeded doubts in her mind on that one. Which only added to the worries and concerns.
"Uh-huh." Madelyn slipped her hands into the pockets of her lab coat, giving Alison the look of the Not Fooled. "And the night before?"
"Reading Scott's files. I was emailing you, remember?" Alison didn't even bother trying to disguise that - besides, for one thing Madelyn knew that already and for another, Alison didn't particularly feel the need to hide it. Everyone knew she had an odd sleeping schedule. And if they didn't, well, tough. Of course, it wasn't often she was actively trying not to sleep. She left that to others, usually.
"And the night before that was damage control with the Remy incident." Madelyn gave her a steady look. "So, just when do you plan on sleeping next? We've got three days of probably less than a few hours' each, if that. You attempting Nathan's record?"
She did not want to sleep purely to avoid actually reliving any of the scenarios she read. Alison liked sleeping just fine, unlike Nathan or
Scott. Except for now.
"I am not even coming close to wanting to break any of Nathan's records," she answered with a vaguely horrified expression. "Really. Not. I just don't sleep as much as some, that's all. And I'll get more sleep soon." She pondered asking Madelyn about anything that would knock her out enough to avoid nightmares, but that would be admitting that there was something keeping her awake and she'd just said she was going to sleep. And now she was starting to not make sense even to herself.
"I have to go talk to Scott," she finally said, trying to smile in a normal way, edging towards the door. "So, I'll just go do that now. Yeah. Talk to you later?" she asked over her shoulder.
Up until "don't sleep as much as some", Alison had been doing well. Mostly. But Madelyn had heard that excuse roughly one million times too often lately, and it was starting to wear thin. Particularly when there was no real indication Alison was intending to sleep any time soon. Three days was quite enough, especially after the example of Scott the Amazing Broken Brain Man. "Oh, Ali?" Madelyn called, pulling the tranq gun out of the pocket of her labcoat. Okay, not standard medical equipment or procedure by any means, but desperate times and all the rest of it. Besides, Madelyn really wasn't sure if she herself would be up for another crisis if Alison went another few days without sleep and then went Boom spectacularly, in the fashion Nathan had made so memorable. And it wasn't like she could ask Amanda to do the sleep-whammy or whatever it was.
Alison paused in the doorway, and Madelyn lined up her shot and fired before the songbird had a chance to even realise what was happening. The dart hit her squarely in the left buttcheek. "Should've had the coffee," the doctor added with a smile.
"Wha..." Alison blinked, the brief sting of the dart registering only after Madelyn's words. And reached back, retrieving the small dart and staring at it for a moment while stretching out one hand slowly to lean on the doorframe. "Madelyn? Did you just shoot me in the ass?" The words were already slurring towards the end of her question, Alison staring at the dart in blank stupefaction.
"Biggest target there was," Madelyn told her cheerfully, putting the dart gun back in her pocket and coming forward to catch the slumping Alison. "What? You think I was going to buy all that 'sleep later' crap? I talked to Haroun."
"No fair," was the faint reply, Alison letting go of the doorframe to cling to the good doctor instead. God this stuff was acting quickly. A giggle escaped her, because oh, the irony was delicious. "Maddie?" she whispered, trying to fight off the sedative just a bit longer. "No nightmares... promise?"
"Promise," Madelyn said, slinging Alison's arm over her shoulder and grabbing her firmly around the waist. Her expression was sympathetic as she half-carried, half-dragged Alison towards the nearest empty bed. "Only good dreams."
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:13 am (UTC)Something must be in that coffee, the medical staff has gone tranq-happy.
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:14 am (UTC)Al is busy sleeping, tyvm.
*g*
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 02:18 am (UTC)And nu huh. Never irk the medical types. Means they get away with murder, but hopefully it's not yours.
;)
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