After returning to her room, Isabel realized that she was still disturbed by memories of the nightmare. Not wanting to be alone, and not even certain she wanted to go back to sleep, she grabbed her laptop, a few DVDs of silly movies and headed out her door in search of company. She thought about knocking on Greg's door, but figured it was probably best to let him sleep and recover from his cold. So instead she went to the second floor and stood outside Jack's door, hoping that neither of his thingies had chosen to spend the night tonight.
Leaning against the doorframe, she knocked quietly on the door.
The knocking jerked him out of sleep, the jerking jarred his shoulder, and Jack swore, but he was on his feet, stumbling for the door automatically. Visitors at this hour were either very good, or very bad, and either meant he should let them in as quickly as possible. So quickly, in fact, that he didn't stop to put any clothes on.
"Isabel?" he asked, blinking as he got the door open. "What's up?"
Isabel was still fairly distracted by the dream, so it took her a moment to realize what Jack was not wearing. Then she facepalmed and began a careful study of the ceiling. "Jack? Clothes please?"
"Oh." He looked down at himself and smiled crookedly. "Sorry." Jack snagged a pair of sweatpants out of the closet and pulled them on, saying, "It's safe now. Is everything okay?" Which he realised, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, was probably a stupid question.
"Yeah, just had a weird dream and really didn't feel like being alone at the moment." She realized how ridiculous that sounded and shrugged sheepishly. "I'm sorry for bothering you."
Jack looked at her like she was nuts. "You're not bothering me, you never bother me. I wasn't sleeping well, anyway," he told her. "Come on, come sit down and I'll see what I can do to entertain you."
Jack smiled and shut the door behind Isabel, then took her hand to lead her to the bed. "Okay, but I don't think staying awake will be a problem," he said, grimacing as his shoulder snarled at him. "Want to tell me about it?"
Catching the grimace, Isabel frowned. "Are you in pain? When did you last take your pain pills? Damnit I miss Bel and his shimmering. I'd have had him haul Max out here to fix you." Yes, she was ignoring his question.
Easing himself down on the bed, trying not to give any sign that it hurt, he looked up at her. "I've got a hole in my shoulder, of course it hurts. And I'm not taking them anymore. They make me act like an idiot," he muttered.
She sat down next to him, and tilted her head, studying him steadily. "So you'd rather be in pain then be comfortable? I didn't think you were in idiot on Monday. I thought you were cute."
"You thought I was cute?" Jack rolled his eyes a little and pointed to the spot next to him. "Sit, get comfortable, tell me about your dream, and we'll watch something." He knew he sounded cranky, but he couldn't help it. "Okay?" he added in a much softer tone.
The nice thing about alien powers? It meant she didn't have to move. Isabel held out her hand and the bottle of pills flew over, followed by a bottle of water. She spilled a pill out in her hand, chilled the water, and handed both to Jack. "There, this will make you feel better."
Accepting the pill and the water, he obediently swallowed it down. "I know," he admitted, kind of grudgingly, then carefully leaned against her. "Now tell me about your dream."
Leaning against the doorframe, she knocked quietly on the door.
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"Isabel?" he asked, blinking as he got the door open. "What's up?"
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