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medic?

Mar 26, 2009 13:07

He hadn’t meant to slice open his knee, of course, it just happened. He’d been finishing up a run down the beach and had mounted the path up toward the compound when he’d tripped on an exposed root, sending him tumbling on his ass. Thankfully no one had been there to see it, but he’d ripped his knee a bit on the fall. "Shit," he muttered, eying the ( Read more... )

monet st. croix, dr. daniel jackson, morgan le fay, chase stein, jon snow, saffron, george weasley, seeley booth

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apoorupbringing March 26 2009, 20:00:09 UTC

Chase had followed the pretty freaky trail of blood down the hallway, more curious than grossed out, and peered around the doorway into the room it lead to.

He hadn't been in the clinic before.

"Hey, FBI."

thefbiagent March 26 2009, 20:18:33 UTC

"Hey, kid." He glanced up; it was that brat from before who didn't like the military. "What, now you're a superhero and a doctor?" He chuckled to himself, tossing the towel in the sink.

apoorupbringing March 26 2009, 20:32:38 UTC

"Nope, just thought some injured animal might have wandered in here from that gimpy trail down the hall. So, what happened, tried to oppress some free radicals and get kicked in the shin for your unwanted government horning-in?" he asked cheerfully.

thefbiagent March 26 2009, 21:04:19 UTC

Booth arched an eyebrow. "'Free radicals'?" He shook his head, chuckling. "You really are from California." He pursed his lips, thinking. "Tripped on my way in from a run. No big, but it decided to bleed like hell anyway."

apoorupbringing March 26 2009, 21:47:50 UTC

"Dude, the perils of exercise," Chase said in a tone that implied exactly what he thought of that.

"If there's no gear and no goal, it's no go." He pulled himself up to sit on the edge of an opposite counter.

thefbiagent March 26 2009, 23:13:42 UTC

Book's arched eyebrow only grew stronger. "Yeah, perils of exercise." This kid was resting so hard on his laurels, he was going to have them permanently installed in his ass. "You know, you're not going to be in perfect shape forever."

He pursed his lips, shaking his head. "So you're more of a sports kind of guy? Lacrosse, right?"

apoorupbringing March 26 2009, 23:43:34 UTC

Chase laughed a little.

"Ahahahayeah I am," he smirked. "And hell yeah lacrosse. Soccer's for pussies and football's for meatheads."

thefbiagent March 27 2009, 00:01:44 UTC

Booth just stared a minute before barking out a laugh. "No, you're not." God, kids can be such a pain.

"And what did we decide about hockey? Just stupid?" He folded his arms over his chest, waiting.

apoorupbringing March 27 2009, 00:14:24 UTC

Chase sighed a little and leaned back, glancing almost grudgingly toward the ceiling.

"Aaaah, I guess it's okay. I mean, it basically is lacrosse on ice. If you can't have one the other's not the worst option, yanno?"

thefbiagent March 27 2009, 00:36:02 UTC

"Yeah, I'll take it." He pursed his lips, his chin coming up a bit. "So, what else do you do for fun, besides lacrosse? Is hero-ing a verb?" Okay, now he was mocking at least a little. Maybe.

apoorupbringing March 27 2009, 00:39:12 UTC

"No, but ass-whooping is," Chase pointed out, arcing and eyebrow and shooting the Fed a look.

"Trust me, if I had my fistigons on me you'd be a lot less snerky."

thefbiagent March 27 2009, 00:53:13 UTC

Booth nodded, about to say something, when the words 'fistigons' and 'snerky' came out of his mouth. His chin dropped, eyebrows twitched. "Fistigons?" He paused, mouth twitching into a crooked smile. "Dare I ask?"

apoorupbringing March 27 2009, 01:13:53 UTC

"My parents were evil scientists," Chase explained. "Part of the swag I picked up when I was running way included these completely bitching flame thrower gloves and gen-you-ine ex-ray-specs."

He leaned forward a little, as if the next part of the conversation was particularly confidential.

"They were everything you could ever dream and more."

thefbiagent March 27 2009, 01:16:20 UTC

"Damn." He nodded, impressed. "'Were'?" He shook his head, lips pressed together. "I take it you don't have them here?"

apoorupbringing March 27 2009, 06:09:19 UTC

Chase hesitated, glancing at Booth a little sideways. He didn't have the tone of a court appointed counselor, so he shrugged a little.

"Yeah, they're dead." Hey, and after how many years? That was still weird. Almost as weird as the fact that their deaths weren't even the ones that hurt the most. What nineteen year old should have multiple death situations to choose from? That struck him as being mildly fucked up. The discomfort in the thought showed on his face.

"So if they do show up here, that'll be really fuckin' creepy. Plus, probably, still evil, so."

thefbiagent March 27 2009, 16:03:19 UTC

Oh, wow. Booth was asking about the fistigons, but hey, a little bonding time with Superhero Dude wouldn't be out of line.

He raised his eyebrows, his face soft. "Evil, huh?" He smiled fondly. "Still, sucks that your parents are dead. Not easy to deal with." He'd seen more than his share of death, half of it from his own hands. Which was its own kind of torture.

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