Characters: Brooke, Gaius Baltar, Troy, open. Rating: PG-13? Time Period: Modern. Location: Near the boat dock. Relative Date: Early afternoon the day she arrives. Status: Open. Completed log
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Troy had recovered as much as he could from getting impaled by a unicorn. He still could not do very much, and running or lifting things was impossible. He had managed to make his way back to the castle a few days after Jack had left, and were trying to remember where the kitchen was. He had taken human form to be able to clean the wound better, and wrap a bandade around it, before shrugging on a blue t-shirt and some jeans. The long silvery hair had been pulled back into a ponytail
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"If you two are just going to stand here and rehash old war wounds," Brooke said as she adjusted the straps of her purse, "Then I'll start walking by myself." It was a dumb idea - they probably knew the area better than she did - but she didn't feel like sticking around to listen to them. Or to witness them fighting, because the last thing she wanted to deal with was an overabundance of testosterone. So, once again, she picked a direction and started walking.
Troy's wolf eyes were on Gaius as he spoke. "Because I was there." he snorted. "Miss, Wait, I can protect you. And I am.." he swallowed a piece of the anger inside him, remembering Jacks words about not being so angry and snappy. ".. this man here also had an intention to help you."
"You were--" Gaius sputtered, suddenly worried that there had been others watching from the wings when he'd fled and left the man to his death. He decided to clamp his mouth shut on that subject, lest this other man spell everything out for the woman, when that could ... really be avoided.
"He's right. I certainly don't intend you - or anyone," he said, with a pointed look at Troy, "harm of any sort."
Brooke stopped walking and, after a moment, turned to face them again. She looked from one to the other a few times before glancing back over her shoulder. "Fine. Can we at least get going?" She looked back at them, really wishing she had a familiar face here to help her through this. "Preferably now and not later?"
Troy was a bit struck by her impatience, but he would not speak, and instead chanted Jack's words like a mantra to keep his patience up. He jogged up front, making sure to stay one step in front of her. After all, HE was the alpha.
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"He's right. I certainly don't intend you - or anyone," he said, with a pointed look at Troy, "harm of any sort."
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