Log: There's No Place Like Home

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York, anyone at base
What: Coming home at last
Where: For Hire base
When: Sunday 8/9 midday
Warnings: None

There's no place like home, York thinks as he grins up at the building he's been away from for almost exactly two months. It hasn't changed at all, not that he'd expected it to, but the familiarity makes him smile so wide it almost hurts his face.

Sure, he's wheelchair bound and will be until he can get the strength back into his legs, but he's finally home and will soon be back among his friends. Plus he knows the medics here, so the care will be with people he's familiar with and who are familiar with him and that will make things a hell of a lot easier.

He's wheeled up to the door where he insists on letting himself in, tapping in the codes he's known for years and thanking God for the hundredth time that the bullet to his head didn't damage his motor functions. Learning to deal with only having one eye had been hard, recovering his speech is going to be just as tricky. Having to relearn how to move, how to use his hands would have been beyond torture.

The door swings open and he's pushed inside, grinning even at the plain hallway while he takes his helmet - his own helmet, finally returned to him that morning - off and holds it in his lap. He's been practicing with Obi for this.

'I'mm o- h-ho~ome!'

Comments

[depthlesslock]

Okay, he wants Wash as his deisgnated wheelchair pusher from now on. This is way more fun than the trundle speed the medic pushed him at. They reach the kitchen in no time and York cheers at the sight before him. Who wouldn't be excited over pancakes?

'Hhey, Mmai...' Still can't manage "n", but now he's giggling over Maine being called "May".

[searchandrecovery]

When it comes to welcome home parties, Wash understands the importance of expediting matters. It's too bad that the cranky hospital staff don't. Oh, well. At least he's home.

Wash can't help but grin at "May," either. "Right, so May--I mean Maine--and I thought that you could stand one more surprise. We've got pancakes and toppings and enough coffee you could swim in it!"

Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but Wash did make several pots.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

May? Is that his name, now? Maine shakes his head but grins. He won't make fun of York's speech, not when he has made clear progress. Let the joke be on him for once. It's wonderful to hear the Thief laughing again. The base has been too quiet without it.

"Chocolate chip or blueberry?" he asks, raising the plates in question so York can point. "Shake your head for plain."

[depthlesslock]

York snickers as Wash "accidentally" uses his slip up for Maine. And Maine just goes with it which is a relief in itself. Of course, the man understands what this is like, he gets it. Shouldn't have expected anything other than this, really. But he's still grateful.

He points to the chocolate chip. Why have plain when there's chocolate chip? Now where's that coffee Wash mentioned?

[searchandrecovery]

Wash is already on the coffee, filling up a too-large "I <3 NY" mug with the brown elixir.

"One hundred percent, grade-A caffeine goodness. Don't drink it too fast. We don't want you to like, go into shock or anything."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Chocolate chip it is. Maine doesn't remember what toppings York likes, but he probably can't go wrong with whipped cream. He hands York the plate and the canister, then rifles through a drawer for silverware.

[depthlesslock]

York pulls his mug over to him and takes a moment to just breathe it in. Hell, even the smell is delicious. Good thing Sigma snuck him coffee sometimes or he might be overwhelmed. He drinks it carefully, wary of the heat and nods in thanks to Maine when he setd the plate of pancakes down.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash grins. "Okay. We've got coffee, pancakes, whipped cream, festive decorations....the only thing we're missing is a song."

Everything is going to plan. This is perfect. Wash loves a well-executed plan.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine raises an eyebrow. Nobody warned him about this.

[depthlesslock]

York looks up excitedly, only to almost snort coffee when he sees Maine's expression. Fortunately, he catches himself and manages to swallow before laughing.

[searchandrecovery]

That's because Wash only thought of it a few minutes ago. "I'll be right back," he calls, dashing out of the kitchen.

A few minutes later he returns with a small boom box playing Voulez-Vous, and looking very proud of himself.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

He shakes his head. Well, he did say he missed the noise. So he helps himself to a double-stack of blueberry pancakes with extra fruit, syrup, and whipped cream, and watches York's reaction to the music.

[depthlesslock]

York knows exactly what's going on from the first note and he laughs as his favorite song starts to play. Wow, they must have really missed him if they're willingly playing ABBA for him.

[searchandrecovery]

"You get this once," Wash says, trying to be mock-serious. He'd look serious if he wasn't laughing so hard. "Once, and then it's only ABBA at reasonable volumes."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Well, at least there's that restriction. Maine smiles around a mouthful of pancake.

[depthlesslock]

Pfft, they've rarely stopped him before. Sure, this time they started it, but it will hardly be the last time ABBA blasts around the base now he's back.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash helps himself to a pancake as well. "I'm serious, man. I'll hide the boom box if I have to. You'll never find it."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Wash is in on the threats, too. York doesn't stand a chance. Maine relaxes against the counter.

[depthlesslock]

Oh, he'll find a way. And now that they've tempted him, he's going to have to find a way to rig up the base's intercom system to play ABBA all over the building.

But for now, pancakes.

[searchandrecovery]

Oh, no. That's not plotting on York's face. That's scheming.

Wash is only slightly afraid. "Maine, we're doomed."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine snorts. "Has to get out of his wheelchair first." That gives them plenty of time to counter-plan.

[depthlesslock]

'Ooh!' Low blow! He's definitely getting them now. As soon as he can. Well, he's still got the laser pen in his pocket, maybe he can start with that.

[ambitious_muse]

"Who has to get out of the wheelchair?" Sigma comes in from the bathroom to hear York's beloved music blasting from the speakers. This is even more of a party, with streamers and everything. He's excited for York. Besides, those pancakes smell incredible.

[searchandrecovery]

Excellent, now Sigma's arrived. Everything, or at least the most important things, that York likes is here.

"York does," Wash replies. "But not so he can wire the sound system to blast ABBA through the halls."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Not yet." York seems plenty content to sit and eat in his chair. That may change now that his boyfriend is in the room. Unless they ask, Maine won't worry about helping him out, though.