Log: When I Talk You Should Listen

[felix_mcscouty]

Who: Felix (Native), Oquirrh (Original)
What: You thought for a second that you could get away with this? Seriously?
Where: Oquirrh's safehouse but really it's Florida's
When: Friday Night 8/14
Warnings: Possible Violence, Definitely Cursing


She really thought that breaking away was going to have no consequences. Well he was going to prove her wrong. He had been watching her all of yesterday and had a clear cut idea of where the little bird was staying at. A little old safehouse towards the outer edges of this crappy city.

This was going to be fun. He can sync up later with the team and the other primes.

Breaking into the apartment was relatively easy. Just a nice slip of his knife and maybe a moment or two with a decoder and he was in. Felix surveyed the place with a slight disdain. God Oquirrh can be one boring individual. There were a couple of her stupid knitted stuff laying about. Kicking the needles and yarn off the couch, he stretches out along its length. At least it was comfy.

He crossed his legs lightly and spins his knife in his hands. Now all he had to do was wait.

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[searchandrecovery]

While Jersey isn't Wash's first choice for company, Wash knows how much he means to Oquirrh. He'll stay in the house and make sure there isn't any funny business, but he's not going to begrudge her her teammate. That wouldn't be fair.

"You don't need to be sorry for anything. I'm glad he's coming. Shows he cares." He takes her hand in his, using his thumb to gently stroke her hand. "Try to think of something happy. Or peaceful. Anything."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She smiles, grateful for contact that was calming rather than peaceful or prying. "Snow," she whispers. Is there anything more peaceful than lying in a snow bank, watching flakes fall from the sky?

"Driving at night, seeing the stars." No. She's still missing something.

"You," she whispers.

[searchandrecovery]

"It'll all be yours," he whispers. "After all this is over, we'll get a ship. See the stars. Take you back to the snow and the mountains, even if it's only for a day."

"Even here, we'll drive out to the open plains where you can hear the wind making shapes and see thousand-year-old stars. We'll find a tree, somewhere, there's gotta be one, even if we have to search for months. We'll climb it and be that much closer to the sky."

He kisses her again. "Just hang in there."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I think I'd like that."

It's more than that. It lets her dare to hope that there will be an end to this, to stop wondering how long she'll manage to go this time without wrecking her shoulder. There's an end to her suffering.

"I love you, Wash." She'll hold on. For him.

[searchandrecovery]

And now Wash is crying, too. It shouldn't have to be like this. She deserves to be happy. That's all he wants. A happy, safe, Oquirrh. But right now, they're just not going to get a break. It's not fair.

He's crying too, but Wash still manages to hold onto the smile. "I love you too," he responds. "So much. So, so much."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Look at them. They're a happy, crying mess. She curls her fingers around his.

"We're going to be okay," she whispers. "I trust you."

"I'm just so glad you're here."

[searchandrecovery]

They're a crying mess, but at least they're together.

"I'm not going to leave." Especially not now. She needs him, so he's going to be there for her. Simple as that.

Later, though, he'll have to figure out how to deal with Felix.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Thank you," she whispers. "I don't want to go back to the hospital, but--"

She has to. It's either that or live with a fragile shoulder for the rest of her life.

[searchandrecovery]

"The doctors will help you, though," Wash points out. Hopefully this is reassuring. "And I'll be there, and Florida, and Lou, and even, you know, Jersey." That guy. "You're not going to have to do this alone. And whatever happened last time is going to be nothing, nothing, like this go-round."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

There's the embarrassing issue of painkillers, but Wash is right. It'll be better this time.

"I'm scared to be alone," she says. "I'm so so very glad you're here."

[searchandrecovery]

Wash pulls her into a sort of half-hug, doing his best not to agitate her wound. "You won't be. Not for a single minute."

He smiles again. "And when you wake up from surgery, I'll have a present for you."

He hopes the shampoo will make her happy. He really, really hopes so.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'll be happy just to have you there," she whispers. "Thank you." She holds him close with her good arm and never wants to let go.

[searchandrecovery]

"Always," he murmurs, stroking her hair. The cats like it, he thinks it's soothing, and he hope it has the same effect on Oquirrh. He hopes she can find a little peace, even now. He just wants to lessen the pain. Is that too much to ask?

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She makes a little sound that's half hum and half sob. He's wonderful. It's so much easier to focus on him than on her throbbing shoulder. Especially with his gentle hand in her hair.