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

[searchandrecovery]

Nope, nope. Not having that conversation in front of all these people. Nah. Wash still has dignity, right? Even just s teeny bit?

"Yeah, you'd know."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Poor Wash is getting picked on. Maine snorts.

"Least he doesn't kiss and tell," he points out.

[depthlesslock]

Oh, Sigma would definintely know. He winks at his boyfriend, unable to help enjoying watching Wash squirm.

[ambitious_muse]

"Well, at least some of us have something worth telling," he says, looking pointedly at Maine. So maybe he's still bitter that Delta won't tell him anything.

[searchandrecovery]

"Stories?" Wash grins. He loves stories, especially when they're not about him. "You've gotta have something."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine rolls his eyes. He can't exactly leave the room--this is York's party, and he's the host--but this isn't what he signed up for.

[depthlesslock]

York snickers. Clearly Sigma's had a couppe of bouts with Delta over the older man's relationship with with Maine. Speaking of whome, the poor guy looks uncomfortable and a bit annoyed.

Stories? Oh, sure they do. Though whether Wash will actually want to hear them or not is another matter.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm not sure Maine wants to hear them," Sigma says, pretending to be hurt. "Maybe I'll just still the heart of the party and go do something we won't tell you about."