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]

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."

[searchandrecovery]

"No way. What if the laser gets on the ears? That'd be terrible." Oquirrh made those. He is not going to disgrace the cat ears with a foul laser.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Ears?" Maine asks. That's right, the gift from Wash's girlfriend. Finally, someone who could teach Wash to appreciate hand-made gifts.

"Cat enough without them."

[depthlesslock]

Oh, he definitely needs to see those ears at some point. Thought Maine is right, they'd only add physical appearance to Wash's inner cat.

[ambitious_muse]

"But York hasn't seen them yet," he says. "C'mon. For him."

[searchandrecovery]

"Only if he promises to put away the laser pointer," Wash concedes. There. Now he might actually do it.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine wants to see this. He gives York a pointed look and brandishes his silverware at him.

[depthlesslock]

Well now, why would he give up the hiding place? It's a good one and Wash doesn't find it, so he can use it again on the future. Though Maine brandishing a fork is a bit more threatening than Wash's earlier attempt.

[ambitious_muse]

"That's fair," Sigma says. "Here, I'll put it in your room. Or give it to Maine so he can hold it."

Wash trusts Maine, right?

[searchandrecovery]

Wash trusts Maine. He trusts Sigma just enough to agree with the plan. "Fine. Be right back."

And he's off to go cat-ify himself.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

When Wash is gone, Maine extends a hand to York. "Give it," he says.

[depthlesslock]

York scowls and takes the datapad out from where it's been tucked by his side.

you gave it to me. promise not to use it

(double-playing here in case Wash gets back quickly)

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma watches Maine nod and step closer to take the laser pointer. That sounds like a reasonable agreement to him. Of course Maine would want to give it back.

And maybe the massive mercenary will prove to have a sense of humor after all.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash returns after a minute or so, wearing the cat ears. Omega was right about one thing: he does look twelve.

"Ta-da," he deadpans, but he's still grinning.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine strides across the room to see this handiwork up close. These are knitted? Well done. He smiles.

"She's good for you," he tells Wash.

[depthlesslock]

York is saved from having to surrender the laser pen by Wash coming back. After sticking his tongue out at Maine's retreating back, he looks over at Wash and--

'Aww!' That is one of the best and cutest things ever.

[ambitious_muse]

"Isn't it great?" Sigma asks. "They're perfect. And some of the boxers I got him happen to match, in case he gets tired of clothing."