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Dec 02, 2009 20:43

WHO: BA and SP
WHERE: somewhere safe and quiet
WHEN: post saving BA from the lab she was being kept in
WHAT: ...Who knows? Awkward? Emo? Mini-freakouts?

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theprimerprime December 3 2009, 03:26:19 UTC

[Sentinel is in the kitchen, cleaning the dingy countertops as best he can just to give himself something to do. The apartment is small enough that he has a decent view into the bedroom if he keeps the door open, which he does so that he can keep an eye on her.

Or an ear, as the case may be.

He hears the sound, and knows she's finally waking up. It takes a conscious effort not to get excited. She's awake, but there's no telling what state she'll be in. He knows the labs, the kind of damage they do to people. He's seen her scars.

Practical matters get his attention first. There's a bottle of sport drink chilling in the fridge; he takes it out and pours a glass. It'll be easier for her to drink than water, and help to balance her electrolytes as her body cleanses itself of all the drugs that have been pumped into it. Plus, the taste of it, if he thinks about it hard enough, almost reminds him of an energon cube.

Glass in hand, he goes into the bedroom and, stills at the sight of her eyes - blue eyes - finally open. For just a ( ... )

fewregrets December 3 2009, 03:35:16 UTC

[She hears movement and manages to turn her head toward the source. She sees him before he speaks and panics. She manages to push herself to the other side of the bed as he enters the room. It's not until he speaks that she relaxes a bit.

She knows that voice, she's sure of it. Her face is screwed up in thought as she eyes him. Eventually it clicks and her eyes widen.

It takes her a moment (and a couple tries) before she manages to push herself up into the sitting position.]

theprimerprime December 3 2009, 03:54:17 UTC

[He has a moment of tense uncertainty that quickly fades to relief as he sees her eyes light in recognition, and he smiles faintly, encouraging her. She struggles and he assists, a light touch to her back with the one hand that is still warm and organic that subtly supports her as she sits up.

It hurts to see her so weakened, and he seethes quietly with the desire to kill everyone who was involved in doing this to her. Burning the lab itself was just not enough.

He's sitting next to her now, perched on the edge of the bed, close, but not uncomfortably so. Extending his other hand, he offers her the glass.]

"Here. You've been out long enough that you're probably dehydrated."

fewregrets December 3 2009, 04:03:46 UTC

[She begins to reach for the glass when she notices the hand holding it is so different. She freezes, her whole body stiff. She sits, staring at his inorganic hand for a little longer before she grabs the glass. Trying her best not to touch his hand.

When she takes a drink she immediately spits it back into the glass. The flavor of it burned her tongue. She sticks her tongue out, expecting the air to stop the burning.]

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fewregrets January 17 2010, 11:45:25 UTC

[She stiffens at first. Surprised by his actions. But after a few moments she relaxes against him.

She reaches for his inorganic hand to get a better look at it.]

theprimerprime January 18 2010, 03:21:10 UTC

[He should have figured something like this would happen. All he wants to do is hold her, protect her, care for her, and instead of returning his affection, she goes for the cybernetics again. Ever the scientist. It's disappointing but this is already more than he could have hoped for. He can endure it. Shifting slightly, he offers up the hand for her examination.]

I take it you're interested in that. Well...can't say that I blame you. Whatever questions you have about it, I'll answer.

fewregrets January 18 2010, 03:43:44 UTC

[She can't help her curious nature. Even after all the times being curious get her in over her head.

She nods as she examines his hand, running her fingers over the joints and plating. It's wonderful work.

Once her curiosity is sated she release his hand and shifts so she can squeeze in closer to him. Now she's ready to return any affections.]

theprimerprime January 20 2010, 04:43:54 UTC

[That feels...good. Both the warmth of her presence next to him, and the sensation of her fingertips mapping the seams and details of his cybernetic hand. It ignites something dormant in him, a flare of emotion where his spark should be. When he speaks, it is quietly and without any of his customary brashness.]

I...missed you.

[The words are loaded. It's clear he isn't just talking about the time she's spent in captivity.]

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