Missing bit of loggage someone um me forgot to post.
Yeah. Um. I totally didn't forget to post this, thereby making our Finn and Juilliard log incomprehensible, at all. Um. It's...here now?
*hides, throwing fic to the winds behind her*
*omgtothewindsIamsowitteh!*
Meligot, hands shaking, transported Juilliard and Alden.
Then she prayed, something she wasn’t at all in the habit of doing. She’d been spending far too much time around Finn lately. That was it.
So she shook out her hair and got to her feet and made herself look presentable and in charge, so that even if either man was in really bad condition, she would still be Mellie, little Mêlée.
It was good she did so. The transport wasn’t quite so instantaneous as she had wished it was, and Alden, when he appeared, sagged to the floor, very pale. Juilliard at least looked a little better.
He gave her a flickering smile, and sagged against the wall. “I brought him back, you know,” he said softly. “I didn’t kill him at all. I think I did rather well.”
“Congratulations, dear Juilliard,” Meligot said, nearly automatically, though she smile she gave him was real and relieved. “Both of you need the medical ward,” she added, because this was true.
Alden raised his head with some effort. “Finn?” he whispered.
At a time like this, Meligot thought in exasperation. “He’s fine. He’s asleep right now. I had to drug his tea to keep him from panicking.”
She wished suddenly that she hadn’t said this last. The two men were giving her identical looks, both of which made her feel suddenly rather small.
“You...drugged his tea,” said Juilliard, slowly. “Well, well, Meligot. This is new even for you.” He exchanged an all-too-readable look with Alden.
“He imploded the pool table,” Meligot said, and was horrified to hear her voice cracking with tension. “And the air hockey table. I’m glad he didn’t implode himself. Now be quiet and get yourselves fixed up. You can’t come all the way here and die at my feet because I’ve drugged his damn tea.”
“Oh, I was certainly not planning to die,” Juilliard said. He had not blinked yet. “Nor to be at your feet, dear Meligot. Please, darling, elucidation is entirely in order.”
“As to why I drugged Finn? No it isn’t. Getting the two of you to stop looking half-dead is what’s in order.” Meligot pushed her sleeve back and pressed a button on her watch. “We’ll have medical people here shortly, and no arguments from either of you.”
“Want to-” Alden started, before his voice broke and he went paler.
“Exactly,” Meligot said briskly. “Juilliard, you’ll be out of there sooner, I can see. When you are, please come back here and brief me. You two look as though you’ve... had an exciting time of things.”
Juilliard straightened fully, with ruffled pride. It was an odd look on him, and rather frightening. “I am entirely well. I could not possibly be better. If you do not take me to him, and Alden to the medical wing, there will be pain.”
Meligot raised her eyebrows. “Take you to whom, my dear?” A pause. “Please note my great self-restraint in attempting to not point out that you are in absolutely no position to cause anyone pain of the physical variety.”
Those damn medical personnel had better get here soon. Alden looked awful. And she... didn’t want to deal with Juilliard right now.
“Mêlée,” he said, insistently. “If Alden cannot go, let me go to him. You cannot allow him another moment of panic. Even in dreams.”
“You need to get cleaned up,” Meligot retorted firmly. “And it’s dreamless sleep, Juilliard. He’s perfectly all right just now, and your going to him won’t help anyone.”
The door opened, and a member of the medical staff peered politely around the door. Meligot nodded to him, so he came in, followed by another. Between them they lifted Alden, still horribly pale, into one of the wheelchairs they’d brought.
“Juilliard,” Meligot murmured, while they were doing this and Alden couldn’t have heard, “you’ll be out as quick as they’ve made sure you aren’t going to collapse. And Alden obviously needs some attention. Come back here then, if you must, and I won’t brief you. You can see Finn.”
“-Why on earth do I ever trust you?” he said, and raised an eyebrow with a smile. The gesture was familiar, and reassuring. “All right, then, I’ll submit myself to your mad plans, Mêlée.” He walked to Alden’s side, leaned down, said something inaudible. Straightened and bowed to an orderly. Walked unsteadily out of the room.
“Thank you,” Meligot whispered, though to whom this nicety was addressed, she wasn’t sure. The medics gave her sympathetic smiles and exited too, closing the door behind them.
Meligot sighed, and pulled her hat down tight over her eyes, and went to see if Vonnegh needed assistance with anything.
*hides, throwing fic to the winds behind her*
*omgtothewindsIamsowitteh!*
Meligot, hands shaking, transported Juilliard and Alden.
Then she prayed, something she wasn’t at all in the habit of doing. She’d been spending far too much time around Finn lately. That was it.
So she shook out her hair and got to her feet and made herself look presentable and in charge, so that even if either man was in really bad condition, she would still be Mellie, little Mêlée.
It was good she did so. The transport wasn’t quite so instantaneous as she had wished it was, and Alden, when he appeared, sagged to the floor, very pale. Juilliard at least looked a little better.
He gave her a flickering smile, and sagged against the wall. “I brought him back, you know,” he said softly. “I didn’t kill him at all. I think I did rather well.”
“Congratulations, dear Juilliard,” Meligot said, nearly automatically, though she smile she gave him was real and relieved. “Both of you need the medical ward,” she added, because this was true.
Alden raised his head with some effort. “Finn?” he whispered.
At a time like this, Meligot thought in exasperation. “He’s fine. He’s asleep right now. I had to drug his tea to keep him from panicking.”
She wished suddenly that she hadn’t said this last. The two men were giving her identical looks, both of which made her feel suddenly rather small.
“You...drugged his tea,” said Juilliard, slowly. “Well, well, Meligot. This is new even for you.” He exchanged an all-too-readable look with Alden.
“He imploded the pool table,” Meligot said, and was horrified to hear her voice cracking with tension. “And the air hockey table. I’m glad he didn’t implode himself. Now be quiet and get yourselves fixed up. You can’t come all the way here and die at my feet because I’ve drugged his damn tea.”
“Oh, I was certainly not planning to die,” Juilliard said. He had not blinked yet. “Nor to be at your feet, dear Meligot. Please, darling, elucidation is entirely in order.”
“As to why I drugged Finn? No it isn’t. Getting the two of you to stop looking half-dead is what’s in order.” Meligot pushed her sleeve back and pressed a button on her watch. “We’ll have medical people here shortly, and no arguments from either of you.”
“Want to-” Alden started, before his voice broke and he went paler.
“Exactly,” Meligot said briskly. “Juilliard, you’ll be out of there sooner, I can see. When you are, please come back here and brief me. You two look as though you’ve... had an exciting time of things.”
Juilliard straightened fully, with ruffled pride. It was an odd look on him, and rather frightening. “I am entirely well. I could not possibly be better. If you do not take me to him, and Alden to the medical wing, there will be pain.”
Meligot raised her eyebrows. “Take you to whom, my dear?” A pause. “Please note my great self-restraint in attempting to not point out that you are in absolutely no position to cause anyone pain of the physical variety.”
Those damn medical personnel had better get here soon. Alden looked awful. And she... didn’t want to deal with Juilliard right now.
“Mêlée,” he said, insistently. “If Alden cannot go, let me go to him. You cannot allow him another moment of panic. Even in dreams.”
“You need to get cleaned up,” Meligot retorted firmly. “And it’s dreamless sleep, Juilliard. He’s perfectly all right just now, and your going to him won’t help anyone.”
The door opened, and a member of the medical staff peered politely around the door. Meligot nodded to him, so he came in, followed by another. Between them they lifted Alden, still horribly pale, into one of the wheelchairs they’d brought.
“Juilliard,” Meligot murmured, while they were doing this and Alden couldn’t have heard, “you’ll be out as quick as they’ve made sure you aren’t going to collapse. And Alden obviously needs some attention. Come back here then, if you must, and I won’t brief you. You can see Finn.”
“-Why on earth do I ever trust you?” he said, and raised an eyebrow with a smile. The gesture was familiar, and reassuring. “All right, then, I’ll submit myself to your mad plans, Mêlée.” He walked to Alden’s side, leaned down, said something inaudible. Straightened and bowed to an orderly. Walked unsteadily out of the room.
“Thank you,” Meligot whispered, though to whom this nicety was addressed, she wasn’t sure. The medics gave her sympathetic smiles and exited too, closing the door behind them.
Meligot sighed, and pulled her hat down tight over her eyes, and went to see if Vonnegh needed assistance with anything.