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

[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...

[ambitious_muse]

Okay, so York is making it really obvious now. Sigma can't stop watching and he can't stop laughing. He almost wants York to just let him catch it, though it probably doesn't work that way.

How can any of them eat when Wash is acting like this?

[searchandrecovery]

Wash knows he's got to strike at the source.

Closer...closer...

And then he snaps toward York, hands outstretched. "Laser pointer time is OVER," he shouts, giggling.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

It's Maine's turn to laugh, this time at York's expense. Well-played, Wash. Maine puts down his plate in case he has to grapple Sigma away so York can get his comeuppance.

[depthlesslock]

York yelps at the sudden attack, arms coming up to shield himself. Laughing, he tries to bat Wash away, hoping the laser pointer is hidden well enough that Wash won't find it in the scuffle.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma nearly drops his pancakes in surprise. Fumbling to put them on the counter, he heads to help York, but Maine stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash has an evil grin on his face now, but hey, he learned from the best.

"I'm gonna find it!" Not in the lap, it's not in his hands...where could it be? Wash is grabbing every which way, hoping that he'll get lucky.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Leave them to it," Maine advises. These two have been friends for long enough without boyfriends interfering. At least they both sound like they're having fun.

[depthlesslock]

York shakes his head, still laughing as he swaps between fending Wash off and pretending to hide different places as if it was there, his hips, pocket, crotch just because.

[ambitious_muse]

Shaking his head, Sigma retrieves his pancakes. Fine. He'll stay out of it while Wash manhandles his boyfriend.

[searchandrecovery]

The crotch is strictly Sigma's territory. Wash is not gonna go there. He's getting desperate, though. All this flailing and no laser pointer. He drops back and squints, making an attempt to sound menacing. "I'll find it one of these days, agent New York. Mark my words."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

So scary. Washington forgets that he sounds most intimidating when he doesn't think about it. Maine goes back to eating his pancakes.

[depthlesslock]

York just bursts out laughing all over again at the cheesy threat. Shaking his head, he grins evilly. Never will Wash find the laser, and so he will keep it for another day.

[ambitious_muse]

"Maybe you should go get your cat ears, Wash. The evil laser pointer might be back by then."