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[trigger_man]

[From hereIt's slow going as they make their way down to Jack's room, though that's mostly on Jack's part. He's more than a little tense, as light-headedness keeps his eyes firmly on the next step in front of him, which is never quite where he expects it to be. Not to mention trying to stay himself, instead of letting those other memories and

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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett's close behind, but only in a similar capacity that Jack had been in before when it had been her misfortune to have caught the flu - just in case he needs some support.

She'd thought quickly, before, and asked Bar for some meds and a cold water bottle to bring up with them, and it's what she takes out now as Jack heads straight to his bed to lay down, softly closing the door behind them.

The room's dimly lit, but she turns off unnecessary lamps as she goes, and then stands by the side of the bed, placing a few pills onto the nightstand next to the water bottle. She'll wait until he feels like the room's stopped spinning before she nudges him into taking them.

[trigger_man]

He looks up sharply as he hears something hitting the surface of the bedside table nearest him; the one he usually keeps his gun on. It's just Beckett, placing a bottle of water and some pills on the table, and his heart slows as he remembers putting his gun in the drawer before he went out earlier.

Things have settled a bit, so he sits up slowly, his feet still dangling off the side of the bed.

"What's this?" he asks, eyeing the pills. He knows Beckett wouldn't give him anything harmful, but it's hard to still that little voice in his head that's wary of anything of the kind. Or the smaller one, trying to tell him that maybe all her help was just to get her to trust him.

He knows it's not true, but the defense mechanism of distrusting anyone's motives is hard to break. Which is why he's determined not to let her know that the thought is there.

[fanofthegenre]

"It's just some cold and flu meds. They're the overnight kind, so there's something in them that will help you sleep. You only need one, though, I'm pretty sure," Beckett murmurs, and flips over the back of the small box to read the instructions.

It's hard to do when she just turned off most of the lights, but one appears to be the magic number, and she holds out her hand, waiting for him to do the same so she can press the pill into it before she follows it up with the bottled water.

"I'm sorry," she adds quietly. "If I hurt you before."

[trigger_man]

Jack hesitates for a second, then holds out his hand.

He shakes his head, which thankfully doesn't start sending the room spinning around him again. It does feel like his head is heavier than normal, though.

"It's okay. You just tugged on an old injury which you couldn't have known about. Besides, I was being pretty damn aggressive."

He has a another flash of memory, an image of sinking his teeth into someone's throat, but it's more distant than the others. It doesn't feel like his memory this time.

[fanofthegenre]

"I'm guessing you had the same problem I did," Beckett says. "Having the memories of a person who you probably bear a resemblance to."

Though she's not entirely sure how to describe said person: a creep with a fondness for heights, maybe? She passes Jack the water after another moment.

"I knew it wasn't you."

[trigger_man]

He takes a sip of the water to wash down the pill, the cold feeling good against his slightly scratchy throat.

"Yeah, though sometimes it felt almost as though I was that person. Not person, thing. Don't think it was exactly human," he says, a little groggily.

He leans over to undo the laces of his boots, but it feels almost like he's wearing ski gloves, and he fumbles with the laces for a moment before he manages to grab an end and tug.

[fanofthegenre]

"What makes you say that?" she asks.

Her gaze follows him down to his shoes, and she's going to ignore all the ways in which this parallels her sickness earlier as she kneels down, gently brushing his hands out of the way.

"Wait, here. Just - lay back," she says, and her hands quickly find both ends of the laces, pulling them free and then loosening the boot enough for her to tug it off. If spinning him around had made him dizzy, she's pretty sure bending down won't help matters, and she quickly removes the other, setting them both on the floor by the bed.

[trigger_man]

He obeys, trying not to listen to that little voice in his head again.

"Kept having these memories of flying. Not in a helicopter or a plane, and not like HALO jumps. Also kept remembering biting people in the neck, on purpose and not to escape," he says. Part of him realizes that he's talking a hell of a lot and should probably shut up before he says something he regrets later.

[fanofthegenre]

"You had memories of biting people," Beckett repeats. Something about this is starting to ring all too true, especially after one of her more recent cases.

"Wait, you don't think - you were a vampire, do you?"

She's never heard of them being able to fly, but then again, she's not up on her vampire mythology the way that, say, Castle is.

[trigger_man]

"Yeah, think so," he says, pulling his feet onto the bed. "Explains a few things I remember thinking, too."

[fanofthegenre]

"Well, you didn't actually bite anyone," Beckett says, moving to stand just by the bed, "so that's something.

"You didn't bite anyone before I showed up, right?"

[trigger_man]

Jack shakes his head slowly. "Only memories I have of that kind of thing are somewhere else, not here."

[fanofthegenre]

She opens her mouth to say something, but the words don't actually come.

"Maybe that's one of those things you don't ever tell me about."

[trigger_man]

"That I'm actually one of the undead? Yeah. Slipped my mind, sorry."

[fanofthegenre]

"No, I mean - you biting people."

Because it sort of sounds, to her, like he just admitted to having memories of that which weren't confined to his crazy vampire twin.

[trigger_man]

"Just once. Day before I came in here. Was being held by terrorists and had to get free so I could warn CTU they were going after the wrong guy. Couldn't just let them kill me then," he says, his head feeling a little floaty.

Obviously it's managed to turn off his brain-to-mouth filter as well.