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[lost_undercover]

Who: Dick Grayson, Billy Costigan; Paddy, Tim, Damon (Otherwise, open; ask to join)
When: Tues (1/11) to Mon (1/17)
Where: Dick's room
What: Costigan tries to get clean. Withdrawals ensue.
Warnings: Drug references, language, violence, hallucinations, self-harm

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[52ish hrs since last dose] Enter Bourne

[lost_undercover]

Costigan had thrown a black t-shirt on, to appear more normal than walking around shirtless despite the sweating. He was still freezing, but sweating in a jacket would stand out more to anyone paying attention and that's precisely what he didn't want. The inmate was pale and still nauseous and he knew he probably looked like shit. The walls were shifting and it was as if he could feel the movement of the ship on the waves, swaying with the motion and wishing he didn't get so easily seasick-- his mind had devolved into full delusions and he didn't quite remember where he was anymore, though there was no sense of amnesia either. The sharp depersonalization or disconnect in his mind made him think, if anything, this was simply a dream and anyone could do anything in a dream

as the brain-fog caused by my space flu lifts...

[brokenweapon]

It had been a couple of days since he'd seen Costigan, and Bourne was beginning to get a little worried. The Barge had ways of just disappearing people without warning. Sometimes they came back. Sometimes they didn't.

When inmates disappeared, most of the time they didn't come back. At least Costigan had put up an entry explaining that he'd be out of commission, but the former assassin figured there'd be no harm in checking. When Bourne saw the inmate ambling down the hall, looking quite frankly like crap, he didn't hesitate to set off at a light jog towards him.

"Hey, Costigan," he called as he approached. "Are you okay?"

Jason Bourne didn't often have bad ideas. This just happened to be one of them.

Glad you're feeling a little better.

[lost_undercover]

The voice was a blur in the fog, but the face of the man actually came into focus. It was the first real imagine his mind could process and there was only one clear memory to associate it with: the man who had ruined his life forever. The man who had indirectly caused his death, who had erased his file, and condemned him to wherever the hell he was. So the rat bastard had been trapped on this boat in the middle of the sea with the inmate?

People could do whatever they wanted in a dream.

Costigan flicked out the knife behind his leg, so as not to be obvious, and moved to close the distance between he and Bourne in one fluid motion. The inmate swung his arm up in what might have been a hug if he was himself and if the two friends were reunited. Instead, the knife was aimed at Bourne's right shoulder, an area sensitive to pain but not fatal in any way. He wanted Sullivan to suffer for all the shit he pulled.

Tanks. So am I. Sorry for the wait - moving in and orientation.

[brokenweapon]

Bourne saw the glint of light off the knife's blade a fraction of a second before Costigan stabbed it into his shoulder - not enough time to dodge, barely enough to even think about dodging. The pain galvanized him into action, and he pushed the inmate away, lashing out with his left arm. If the stab had done some serious damage, he didn't want to exacerbate it.

He'd taken some worse hits, but never from a friend. His eyes took in Costigan's state - sweaty, stumbling, looking as if he'd recently been sick, a spot or two on his shirt of something that might have been vomit. It didn't take a doctor to see that he was unwell, even delirious.

Just my luck to share a face with the man he hates most. He had to get Costigan down before he could do any more damage, or something more drastic, like actually killing Sullivan's clone. He snapped his leg across and up, trying to drive his knee into his assailant's stomach.

S'all good! I appreciate the thread.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan stumbled backward with the shove, leaving the knife half-buried in the warden's shoulder. He moved forward as quickly as he could to attack again, but his own speed was a fraction of his regular reaction time, which was less than Bourne's even on a good day. The inmate took the knee squarely to his stomach and collapsed on top of the man's leg, falling to the ground when he withdrew it. One arm wrapped over his stomach while the other supported him from laying down completely as he shifted to rest on his knees. Clearly picking a fight in his current state was not the best idea, but the inmate was too out of touch to even realize that fact.

Instead, he immediately began to stand again, trying to continue the fight he had started despite the obvious fact that he would be losing.

HOORAY STABBING :D

[batmanschmatman]

The second Dick stepped back into the room, he suspicions that this had been a terrible idea were immediately confirmed. He had let Costigan get under his skin, making him feel bad enough that he'd wanted to believe him, and making him question whether or not he was doing the right thing. The whole way there and back to the dining hall he'd been nervous, and now he knew he'd been right. He never should have let Costigan convince him to leave. It was a rookie mistake. He should be better then this.

So now he was tearing through the hallway, trying to figure out where the escaped inmate had gone. He couldn't have gotten far in his condition, but he knew he was still potentially dangerous to himself and others, and he needed to find him.

At least his item wasn't telling him he was dying. Or dead. That was something.

Well, you know I love threading with you. <3

[brokenweapon]

Stubborn, sick, and delirious. Bourne actually felt bad about this...but not too bad, considering that Costigan had just stabbed him. He punched downwards, aiming for the back of the inmate's head. The intent was to stun so he could get Costigan under control, and to the infirmary. Hopefully that wouldn't be too difficult.

[batmanschmatman]

Hearing the fight, Dick rounded the corner just in time to see the inmate trying to force himself back up. He didn't recognize the other guy, and while he registered and noted the knife in the stranger's shoulder, the priority was getting in between the inmate he was supposed to be responsible for and the other man. The other guy was mobile and Costigan was in no condition to be fighting anyone, and he wasn't letting anyone else get hurt.

"Costigan!"

Acting on instinct - and probably totally blowing his ID to the guy trying to disable his inmate since Dick Grayson, former cop, adopted son of a billionaire shouldn't be able to move like that - Dick threw himself in between Bourne's fist and Costigan's head, deflecting the punch before shoving Bourne firmly backwards, enough to put space between the two but probably not enough to actually knock him over. Whoever he was, Dick didn't want to hurt his shoulder more then the inmate had already managed, and impact with the ground would no doubt hurt like a bitch.

"What the hell is going

[brokenweapon]

Okay. Now that guy moved fast. Bourne let himself be pushed back a pace or two, enough for the guy to get between him and Costigan.

"Good question," Bourne replied, and slowly withdrew the knife from his shoulder. Damn, did it hurt. "Costigan's a friend of mine, but I share a face with Sullivan - the guy who ruined his life." Bourne was reminded of how they'd met - namely, with a punch right to the face. Funny how those sorts of things worked. "He stabbed me; I was trying to get him unconscious so I could take him to the infirmary." A hiss of pain could be heard behind Bourne's words. He had a pretty high tolerance for pain, but a knife wound was still in no way pleasant. "He's obviously not well."

Obviously. Obviously, he's stabbing his friends. Obviously.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan missed the deflection, though he was aware enough to notice a stranger stepping between them. At least the guy seemed to be on his side. He finally shifted to use the wall to gain him support. The accent of his city came thick when he spoke, practically spitting in response to the man's claims. "Fahk you, you fahkin' cawcksuckin' rat prick. You come heah 'n say that shit."

The inmate still leaned against the wall, noticing from this angle that the man standing directly in front of him seemed familiar. Hopefully the guy realized that Sullivan was the enemy here and not him, but he was willing and prepared to fight both if it became necessary. He wasn't about to let the bastard snitch get away for a second time.

[batmanschmatman]

Dick was about to say something about leaving the knife in until he had someone look at it, but Bourne was already pulling it out by the time he'd been about to protest. And before he could start trying to explain what the hell was going on, Costigan was interjecting his own heavily accented commentary

[brokenweapon]

Honestly, all of that made sense. Bourne pressed a hand to the wound. Well, he had wanted Costigan to get off of his pills. And he had known about the withdrawal symptoms, which was why he'd never taken any of them. It had been too dangerous for any of the Treadstone or Blackbriar assets to take them, and that hardwired dislike of pills persisted even now.

He handed over the knife to Dick with his free hand, hilt-first. "You must be Grayson. He's mentioned you before." And without quite as much swearing as he had when he'd spoken of Nygma.

Oh, yeah, Bourne would definitely be messaging him later to talk this over. He wanted to help Costigan get through this - quite honestly he hadn't seen him that pissed off since their first meeting - but his uncanny resemblance to one Colin Sullivan would make that difficult. He lowered his voice. "If there's anything I can do to help..."

[batmanschmatman]

Dick accepted the knife, clicking it closed. "Thanks."

He ignored Costigan, who by this point was standing up and after a half hearted attempt at pushing past the warden seemed to settle on just hanging on to his shoulder while continuing to swear at the Sullivan doppleganger, muttering at Dick to give him the knife, he could take him, which got a little bit of a frustrated sigh out of the warden.

"It's fine, I've got it under control. Thanks." Which was... not exactly a lie. Everyone was alive - if injured - and there was no way the inmate was getting a second shot at Bourne while Dick was standing between them. Honestly, even if he wasn't there he doubted he'd have much of a shot, as the inmate was clearly relying on him for support at this point. He grabbed one of the former undercover's arms and dragged it around his shoulders, getting ready to haul him back to the room.

"I'm really sorry about this, and something tells me he's gonna be too once he remembers what the hell's going on. I'll let you know if anything changes."

[brokenweapon]

Luckily for Dick, he and Bourne had about the same general idea of 'under control' - 'nobody's dead yet'. "Thanks," Bourne said, keeping a hand pressed to his shoulder. It was looking to be about time to get to the infirmary.

Now would be a good time to not have pissed off Claire. Anyway, he didn't want her to feel like he was using her. He'd dealt with worse injuries in his life. He'd deal with this one. At least it left him with his mind.

Under normal circumstances, he'd offer to help carry Costigan back, even with a stabbed shoulder; however, his presence was likely to do little more than piss the cop off even more.

[batmanschmatman]

"No problem. Good luck with your shoulder." He managed a sort of exasperated, apologetic smile at the other man and immediately turned his attention back to the inmate, slipping the knife back into the pocket of his jeans and away from Costigan, not that he was probably going to be coordinated to make a grab for it, by the way he was looking right now.

"C'mon buddy, time to get you out of here," he grumbled, shifting his hold on the inmate to make sure he was supported and going to be able to make it back to the room, and started to make the walk back.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan wrapped an arm around Dick's shoulders given that he felt he couldn't really support his own weight right now. The damn ship was making him seasick, that rocking. But he also saw Sullivan getting away, that his friend and ally was carrying Costigan away from his enemy. Something had to be done, but his mind was too clouded to think what it was. He needed to know what it was!

The former undercover moved with Dick down the hall, too busy trying to think of how to get back to Sullivan to notice they were still moving farther an farther away. He leaned more heavily on Dick. "Thanks, guy. I knew you'd have my back against the rat prick."