Oct 09, 2010 04:35
The intercom jingle was slightly different for this shift, almost as if it had gone up in quality. The Head Doctor gave a sigh of relief, his own voice clear as a bell despite the usual electronic buzz
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leela,
kirk,
s.t.,
naruto,
klavier,
gambit,
intercom,
tsubaki,
anise,
the doctor,
sam winchester,
indiana jones,
amaterasu,
niikura,
taura,
claire bennet,
snow,
lunge,
shinichi,
lana skye,
mello,
brainiac 5,
xemnas,
the flash,
natalia,
stefan,
peter petrelli,
mele,
damon,
two-face,
yuffie,
kanda,
tomoe,
kiba,
isaac,
edgar,
canada,
tifa,
the scarecrow,
sync,
ishida,
battler,
spock,
zack,
kratos,
l,
sechs,
carter,
bella,
dias,
scott pilgrim,
gumshoe,
aigis,
austria,
claire littleton,
sora,
gren,
leon (so2),
woody,
claude,
guybrush,
buzz,
tim drake,
shizuo,
guy,
abe sapien,
depth charge,
ilia,
kibitoshin,
lightning,
rita,
castiel,
lelouch,
yomi,
sylar,
sai,
aidou,
edward cullen,
scar (tlk)
He'd probably regret it later somehow. Like, if something bit off his head tonight solely because he'd taken an hour out to read some crap bestseller fiction.
It struck him that he didn't even remember what the hell he'd read. God.
So much had gone on that it wasn't until he stepped inside his room and saw Peter that he remembered...oh. Last night. With Ruby. He cringed on the inside. At the time, it just hadn't-well. Best not to go there. And she wasn't even here anymore, because of him, and that just. Was not a thought he was going to entertain tonight if he had any hope of staving off Peter's questions without looking like he was dodging them. As per usual.
He quietly made his way around to his side of the room and sat down. A part of him wondered if he should tell Peter about Ruby and the field and that she'd died-a version of it, anyway-but that was a stupid notion he hastily pushed aside. Still, Peter didn't poke for answers the way Dean did, and somehow that made him a bit more of an appealing option than his brother.
Aware that he probably looked way too distracted for things to be normal, he picked up his fork and speared some tempura. He cleared his throat. "Uh. So anything interesting last night? Aside from the usual."
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He glanced over his shoulder as Sam walked in, noticing immediately that there was something off about his roommate. Sam tended to have a lot going on with him, from what Peter had been able to tell, and yet he wasn't really the sharing type. Then again, he had told Peter about his abilities and about what had happened to his brother, so he couldn't say he was completely closed off.
Peter just wished he could help a bit more.
Though, as expected, Sam was quick to turn the conversation onto him. Peter actually did have something about his previous night that was worth mentioning, though, and so he turned back to his food while he gave his answer. "Yeah, I... I was with Claire, and we were trying to get up to the experimentation rooms. We made it there, but not before having this extremely vivid hallucination. It was pretty terrible."
Even now, Peter didn't know what it was that Claire had seen after the explosion, if anything. It didn't seem like something he could just bring up to her, and maybe it was better if he didn't know. At this point all he wanted to do was put that whole experience as far behind him as possible.
"We're not even sure what triggered it, but chances are it affected everyone who was in that area." Which was also an unpleasant thought. He didn't know what anyone else would have seen when under the influence of that, but if it was anything like what he had gone through, then it wasn't good.
"What about you?" he asked, glancing from his plate of food over to Sam.
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"I've heard of that happening," he said. "Um. My brother. He and another patient, they both saw each other as something else entirely. Ended up attacking each other."
He wondered what it was Peter and Claire (Claire-that was his niece, right?) had seen, but before he could ask, Peter turned a question on him. Sam paused. Shit. What was he even supposed to say?
He should...be feeling something, he thought. Maybe he just hadn't processed last night yet. Either that or he just-it wasn't new, losing people. But he didn't like to think of himself as immune. He wasn't. Was he?
"There was-" He stopped. "In the field last night, something was out there. I was traveling with a girl-" She wasn't even a girl, Jesus. "She didn't make it," he admitted, on a whim, before he could change his mind, and the moment the words were out, he realized he probably should've changed his mind.
He pushed back his hair, chewed on a hangnail. A part of him felt as if he should explain to Peter why he didn't look more overtly upset, like a perverted kind of justification to himself, but there wasn't a lot he could say about Ruby being a demon and that less than a year ago, he would've killed her easily, and that he still didn't know if it was right or not to suddenly have that change. Or maybe not sudden. It was gradual enough. But he couldn't pinpoint it, looking back.
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"Huh," he remarked anyway. "I wonder if it's the same thing that caused it. Do you know where Dean was when that happened to him?" It was still weird to say Dean and not Brian, but Peter wasn't going to hold a grudge over that. He was just glad that Sam had eventually corrected him. Either way, he needed to know if it was a monster that was triggering it, or if it was a specific place. He hadn't had to deal with any weird visions the first time he'd headed up to that part of the institute, but who knew?
What Peter hadn't been ready for was for Sam to tell him that he'd been with someone last night who had died on him. He blinked, pausing in his eating to set down his chopsticks and glance over at his roommate. No wonder something had seemed weird. He was glad Sam had told him rather than bottling that up, but man.
"Oh, I... I'm sorry. I know how that is, really." And he didn't say that lightly. He'd watched two people die on him here, and while one had been trying to kill him, that really hadn't made it hurt any less.
Sam seemed nervous, like he didn't really know what to make of what had happened to him. Maybe he was still in shock, even though it didn't seem as if he was unfamiliar with people dying. Dean had, and that had been his brother, who he seemed to be pretty damn close to. Still, it wasn't the sort of thing that you ever got used to, was it? "Are you all right? Do you need to talk about it?" Peter was more than willing to listen; at this point, what he'd gone through last night seemed like peanuts. Both he and Claire had been pretty shaken by it, but in the end none of it had been real. Whoever Sam had lost, she was gone for good. Until Landel decided that he felt like bringing her back, anyway. And there was no guarantee of that happening in the first place.
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"No," Sam replied honestly. "Not really. Sorry. I-thank you, though." He knew Peter was just trying to be helpful and it wasn't as though Peter wouldn't understand. His roommate had lost friends, too. And he remembered he used to be a little more willing to talk about things, but even then...no, mostly he'd never said much of anything to anyone. Nothing important. Except to Dean.
Sometimes he wondered if he'd grown up normally, he might've been different. Not that it mattered now.
"Um." He coughed a little, hoping to bring the topic back to more neutral grounds. "I don't think Dean ever mentioned where. The hallucination, I mean. I didn't get the chance to ask."
There'd been something more to the incident. That was why he hadn't asked. When he'd brought it up, he could tell-the story that Dean had fed him hadn't quite clicked right. Hallucinations were often personal, and there was no personal attachment between Dean and werewolves.
Maybe he should bring it up again tonight. It'd sort of slipped his mind. If it was happening again, though, it was definitely worth looking into. Plus, if Dean wasn't telling him something-
He probably shouldn't be one to talk.
Sam frowned, thoughtful. "Did you and Claire both see the same thing?"
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The only person he might have actually argued back with was Nathan, because he knew his brother had a penchant for claiming that he was fine when he wasn't; because they were family, he was allowed to fight him on that. It also meant he had license to do the same with Claire, if it came up.
But for the moment, it looked like the ball was back in his court, and if there was one thing he didn't want to talk about in any detail, it was the explosion. After a pause, he nodded quietly.
"Yeah. We did at first, anyway. There was a point where... something happened, and I'm guessing Claire saw something different from what I saw, but I can't say for sure." He still hadn't gotten the chance to ask her, and he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to, even if it would be considered good for "research." Sometimes it was just better not to know, and he was doing his best to shove all of what had happened last night to the back of his mind.
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