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]

'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.

[depthlesslock]

York doesn't even try to hide his grin. It's partly to do with his plans for ABBA, but also because he's managed to get the laser out of his pocket while Wash was talking to Sigma and is now hiding it under his left hand while projecting the light on the wall and innocently continuing to eat with his right hand.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma sees the flicker of red in York's hand and tries not to look, especially when the red dot appears on the wall. Of course York is still a prankster after everything. He's been warned about this, of course, and he knows enough that he circles around to the counter to grab some pancakes while the shenanigans start.

[searchandrecovery]

"Yeah, so anyway, we made pancakes, help your--"

What is that.

Wash's gaze snaps to the little red dot on the wall. A laser. A fucking laser.

That thing better not move.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine hides his grin in a mug of tea. Finally, York has a chance to use his laser pointer. He's just glad he gets to see it.

[depthlesslock]

Got him. York stuffs another bite of pancake into his mouth so the chewing will hide his grin. Wash is already fixated. He waits for a second, then shifts the pen so the dot is sent about a meter along the wall.

[ambitious_muse]

"Is something the matter, Wash?" Sigma asks.

He can't look. Turning to the pancakes and the fresh fruit, he muffles a laugh before it reaches his lips.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash doesn't take his eyes off the laser. Of course there's something wrong. There is an INTRUDER.

"There's a fucking. Moving laser. On the wall."

If his death glare isn't good enough, he'll have to take action.

"Who. Has. The laser pointer."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Well, at least he knows it's a laser pointer and not a rifle sight. Maine waves his free hand defensively. Not his.

[depthlesslock]

York makes the laser dance, barely holding back laughter as Wash follows every movement. When he starts looking for it, he hides it behind his plate, under the rim and shows his now clear hands. Then he gets the genius idea of wedging it into his arm brace. That way he only has to press down with his wrist to turn it on and his hands still look empty.

[ambitious_muse]

"D--don't look at me," Sigma manages. "I--"

It wasn't him. It really wasn't. He's laughing so hard that he has to put down his plate.

[searchandrecovery]

Sigma. He should've known.

"Right, because that laugh is very convincing. I am five hundred percent convinced." Wash cannot believe this. "And now you're going to give York ideas."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Oh, so Sigma's getting credit for this now? No way.

"Give it over," he says, trying to keep a straight face. "Or no pancakes."

[depthlesslock]

Sigma, you beauty. He'll be thanking his boyfriend for this later and now Maine's joining in the charade! Oh, this is too good! He looks up at Sigm as if in admiration of his deviousness, while the laser continues to play on the wall with only subtle movements of his wrist.

[ambitious_muse]

"No," he manages through his laughter, "it's not--"

No pancakes? Really, Maine?

"Look!" He gestures wildly at the wall and the newly-appeared laser. "That's not me! See?" Not that his laughter helps. Wash looks hopelessly irritated, even twitchy. He's never seen Recovery this hilariously worked up.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash is trying so, so hard not to pounce on that laser. That'll only give them satisfaction. But God, does he want to.

If it's not Sigma, then that leaves...

"York! York, you just had surgery, it is too early for pranks."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Rolling his eyes, Maine relents and gestures for Sigma to go ahead. Wash has all the proof he needs to catch the mischief maker.

Not the source of the tool, though Maine is sure that York will rat him out if given the chance.

[depthlesslock]

York waves his still empty hands at him, eyes wide with innocence. He pretends to think for a moment, then points at Maine.

The laser keeps moving. Wash will start trying to catch it if he keeps it up long enough. He's already making small movements towards it, then stopping himself.

[ambitious_muse]

Still chuckling to himself, Sigma starts in on chocolate chip pancakes with fresh fruit and extra whipped cream. He misses having Maine around the house, if only for breakfast purposes.

"Why are you going us when you clearly want to attack the laser?" he teases.

[searchandrecovery]

Keep calm, Washington. Do not draw your knife. Do not try to knife the laser. That would really ruin the party. He is not going to ruin the party he threw.

He's inching toward the laser, slowly, like a cat stalking a mouse. He doesn't even realize it, though. The temptation is just too strong.

"I'm not attacking anything." He shoots a look at York. "yet."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

He's giving in. Maine stares from the laser point to Wash and back. Definitely not at York or Sigma. Never mind how distracting Sigma is, with his failed attempts to stop laughing.

[depthlesslock]

York doesn't dare keep trying to eat, knowing anything he tries to swallow is going to choke him. Wash is slowly moving closer and he moves the laser in bursts, suddenly sending it close to the grey and gold merc before darting it away again. So close...