209: theatrical_muse 305
Write about something you've outlived.
The recovery room was already busy when Doggett walked in. He was glad to see Stark back in her street clothes, sitting on the end of the bed and talking with the other people in the room. It was easy to recognize Victor Mansfield from their brief run-in at the Port of Baltimore, but he didn't know the woman and teenage girl sitting by Stark's bedside. It didn't matter, because they all turned and looked at him when he walked in.
"Did I miss something?" he asked, glancing between them.
"Hey, John." His partner flashed him a small smile, the best she could do with the painkillers she was on still making her slightly out of it. "No. Um, I know you met Vic...this is his wife, Tonya, and their daughter Michelle."
"Pleased to meet you," Doggett said, nodding at the two women. "If I'm interrupting, I can wait until you're done catching up."
"It's all right. We should probably get going anyway. Michelle has soccer practice to get to," Victor replied. His eyes met Doggett's and there was a chill to them. "I don't want to be doing this again," he said just quietly enough that the other man could hear him, before he walked out of the room. After a moment or two of catching up with Stark, his wife and daughter followed him.
Doggett watched them go before he moved to his partner's bedside. The detective's warning only made him feel worse about what happened to her, and he frowned. "I didn't mean for this to happen to you."
"I know, John. There's nothing you could have done, and I would have done it anyway. Victor's just protective, is all. Same as you would be." She sighed. "So tell me what happened."
He exhaled a tight breath. "The ship contained the lab Monica said it did. There was a bomb on it. We barely got a look at it before it blew. Rohrer's dead. So's Shannon. I turned in my report to Kersh. Nothing I can pin on him now." Shifting his jaw, he said, "I'm gonna get him eventually. I know what he did. He even tried to convince me he warned Mulder of an attempt on his life."
She eyed him. "You believe him?"
"I don't know what I believe." He sighed. "I do know you and Monica were right. I was lookin' so hard for something to nail Kersh to the wall, I didn't see anything else."
"We all make mistakes, John. Even you, sometimes. Just not often." She gave him a thin smile, before she carefully stood from the bed. "C'mon. I wanna go home. I'm sure there's baseball game highlights I've missed."
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 451
Doggett is didntdropit and is used with permission.
The recovery room was already busy when Doggett walked in. He was glad to see Stark back in her street clothes, sitting on the end of the bed and talking with the other people in the room. It was easy to recognize Victor Mansfield from their brief run-in at the Port of Baltimore, but he didn't know the woman and teenage girl sitting by Stark's bedside. It didn't matter, because they all turned and looked at him when he walked in.
"Did I miss something?" he asked, glancing between them.
"Hey, John." His partner flashed him a small smile, the best she could do with the painkillers she was on still making her slightly out of it. "No. Um, I know you met Vic...this is his wife, Tonya, and their daughter Michelle."
"Pleased to meet you," Doggett said, nodding at the two women. "If I'm interrupting, I can wait until you're done catching up."
"It's all right. We should probably get going anyway. Michelle has soccer practice to get to," Victor replied. His eyes met Doggett's and there was a chill to them. "I don't want to be doing this again," he said just quietly enough that the other man could hear him, before he walked out of the room. After a moment or two of catching up with Stark, his wife and daughter followed him.
Doggett watched them go before he moved to his partner's bedside. The detective's warning only made him feel worse about what happened to her, and he frowned. "I didn't mean for this to happen to you."
"I know, John. There's nothing you could have done, and I would have done it anyway. Victor's just protective, is all. Same as you would be." She sighed. "So tell me what happened."
He exhaled a tight breath. "The ship contained the lab Monica said it did. There was a bomb on it. We barely got a look at it before it blew. Rohrer's dead. So's Shannon. I turned in my report to Kersh. Nothing I can pin on him now." Shifting his jaw, he said, "I'm gonna get him eventually. I know what he did. He even tried to convince me he warned Mulder of an attempt on his life."
She eyed him. "You believe him?"
"I don't know what I believe." He sighed. "I do know you and Monica were right. I was lookin' so hard for something to nail Kersh to the wall, I didn't see anything else."
"We all make mistakes, John. Even you, sometimes. Just not often." She gave him a thin smile, before she carefully stood from the bed. "C'mon. I wanna go home. I'm sure there's baseball game highlights I've missed."
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 451
Doggett is didntdropit and is used with permission.