FTEC: Wednesday afternoon
After a late breakfast at Luke's Diner Tommy went back into the clinic. Wilson was gone, which meant Tommy had a nice, uninterrupted stretch of time to stare at the lock that stood between him and the hardcore drugs. He wondered if anyone would notice if he tried removing said lock with the tools he had in his truck.
The door to the clinic banged open. An unfamiliar voice shouted out, "Wilson!"
"What are you, Dennis the God-damn Menace?" Tommy replied as he walked out to the front. There was a man standing there who looked like he'd be on the cover of Men's Fitness magazine if only he got a tan oh meta irony!. He was holding a leather jacket in his arms as though it was incredibly bulky. "This is a clinic, asshole. How about a little respect for - "
Then the guy moved the jacket aside and revealed two faces. Kids. Their eyes closed and skin almost as pale as the guy's was. One girl and one -
"Connor?" Tommy said, softly, as a nightmare flashed in front of his eyes.
The guy gave him a sharp look as though that name meant something to him. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing, nothing," Tommy said. He waved the guy over to the beds. "Get 'em over there. I'll call the mainland, tell them we need help pronto."
"Tell them we need blood," the guy said as he put the kids onto the bed. He immediately went to where the clinic kept its own emergency blood supply. "B positive, and lots of it."
"You got it." Tommy dialed the number Wilson had told him to call in case of the hardcore emergencies. He bulletpointed the problem as quickly as he could. That taken care of, he moved to help. From the looks of it the kids weren't breathing too well. Tommy got the oxygen tanks ready. "Don't worry, pal. Your kids are going to be just fine."
"They're not my kids," the guy said. He was rolling up the girl's sleeve and prepping her for the blood transfusion shut up, he's a vampire. he could so know how to do that.
Tommy frowned. "Then how did you...?"
"I'm a vampire."
Tommy's hand shot out to stop the guy before he could lay one finger on the little girl. His brain registered Jesus Christ are this guy's hands cold before he said, "Hang on one God-damned minute. I have heard a lot of crazy shit about this island but the one thing I do know is that vampires are bad news. That guy Luke said his stepdaughter was attacked by one."
"Yeah," the guy said, not even blinking. "That'd be me."
"Then how's about you back the hell off?" Tommy said. "I may not be some fucking wizard or whatever the hell you need to be to live around here, but I've seen enough Hammer films to know that vampires plus blood transfusions equals some undead asshole helping himself to a snack."
"No," the guy shook his head. "Herself. Dru. This wasn't me."
"And I believe you because...?"
"Because Wilson trusts me," he said, "because there's plenty of live bodies I could be snacking on right now without having to refill these two if human blood is what I wanted, and because if you don't help me save these kids I'm going to tie you down to that chair and peel your skin off like an apple. Oh, and - " he tilted his head, as though this were a friendly aside he'd just thought of, "I also have a soul. Other vamps don't. That means they're not as nice as I am."
"Yeah, you're a regular God-damn Mr. Rogers," Tommy said. He wasn't sure he believed any of this, but no fucking way was he letting kids die on his watch. He let the guy go and resumed taking care of them.
One blood line went in, then the other. "You're new."
"Tommy Gavin," he said. Okay, the kids were breathing, they didn't seem to be sporting any other major wounds other than the healed-over bite marks on their necks. That meant they were going to be okay, right? "Nice to meetcha."
"Angel," the guy replied.
"Oh. So you are Mexican."
"What?"
"Nevermind," Tommy said. He stood back from the bed and looked the kids over. "So what's your deal, huh? What's a so-called vampire doing saving kids?"
"Told you," Angel replied. "I've got a soul. And this destiny where supposedly I'm going to grow up to be a hero someday."
"With that haircut?"
"I really look like I find anything funny about this?" Angel asked. He then gave Tommy a once-over. "Speaking of stupid hair - "
"Hey - " Tommy jabbed a finger at him " - FDNY, pal. I know more about life saving than you could ever dream about. Don't talk to me about taking this shit seriously. I've got serious coming out of my ass."
"New York?" Angel looked curious. "Why are you here?"
Tommy looked down at the kids. In his head he'd already started calling them Connor and Katie. "It's a long story I like to call none of your fucking business, asshole. I'm here to do a job, not share a tender moment over tea, okay?"
Angel glanced at the clock. "How long 'til they get here?"
"Soon," Tommy promised. "Should be any minute now."
"If I leave them with you are they going to be all right?"
"Yeah," Tommy said, "I think the vampire can leave the kids alone with the fire fighter and know he's not going to do anything that makes them end up dead."
"Does the sarcasm help?"
"More than you'll know."
Angel put his coat back on. "Wilson's got my cell. Tell him to call me with an update."
"Where're you going?" Tommy asked.
Angel looked out the front door. It took a second before Tommy realized he was gauging the amount of sunlight. "Hunting. I lost Dru in the fight, but she's still out there somewhere. If I can find her, I'm going to kill her."
As far as Tommy knew this Dru was human. As far as he knew Angel was human and one of those freaky people who liked to dress up in black and pretend to be vampires.
On the other hand, he also knew Dru had tried to murder two kids.
"Make sure it hurts," Tommy told him.
Angel grimaced. "Believe me, it will."
He vanished before Tommy could reply to that.
The clinic was silent. Tommy stood in front of the beds, watching the two children.
"Some day, huh?" Jesus walked up and stood beside him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tommy asked. "My first real day on the job and you send two kids over to me?"
Jesus shrugged. "I work in mysterious ways."
"Screw you and your mysterious ways," Tommy said. "I'm sick of this shit."
"There is a plan, Tommy," Jesus said. He gave Tommy a thoughtful look. "Do you want them to live?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that?"
Jesus merely stared in response.
"Hey, just because I wanted that cock-sucking mother-fucking son of a whore who killed my son to die, doesn't mean I want everybody else in the world to die," Tommy said. "These are kids for Chr - for your sake. Aren't those supposed to be a speciality of yours? 'Suffer the little children to blah blah blah'? Why are you even asking me this?"
More staring.
"You're supposed to be the all-knowing one," Tommy pointed out. "You shouldn't even have to ask me this. Why don't you answer the question for me?"
Still more staring.
"Yes, I want them to live, okay?" Tommy snapped. "Please? Not that me asking about Connor meant shit to you, but don't kill these kids off just because you've got some fucking lesson you want to make out of them. I've learned it, okay? I'll - I'll go to Mass this weekend or donate to charity or whatever the hell it is you need me to do. Just don't kill these kids."
"Maybe I only needed you to ask," Jesus replied.
Tommy made a face at him. They stood there in silence and watched the two children. Tommy mulled over the events of the afternoon.
Finally he asked, "Vampires?"
"Yep."
"Are all of them gay?"
"Not all."
There was a sound outside of the mainland emergency team arriving. Tommy looked to the door once he heard it, then immediately looked back to find that Jesus had vanished.
"Mysterious ways," Tommy snorted. "More like huge fucking drama queen."
He went to the door to let the emergency team in.
[ooc: Angel/Dru scene still being slowplayed, but this was posted to help clinic-related folks stay on a timeline. Everybody and everything modded with permission. Except Angel. Boy is he going to be pissed to find out what he was godmodded into doing. 8) ]
The door to the clinic banged open. An unfamiliar voice shouted out, "Wilson!"
"What are you, Dennis the God-damn Menace?" Tommy replied as he walked out to the front. There was a man standing there who looked like he'd be on the cover of Men's Fitness magazine if only he got a tan oh meta irony!. He was holding a leather jacket in his arms as though it was incredibly bulky. "This is a clinic, asshole. How about a little respect for - "
Then the guy moved the jacket aside and revealed two faces. Kids. Their eyes closed and skin almost as pale as the guy's was. One girl and one -
"Connor?" Tommy said, softly, as a nightmare flashed in front of his eyes.
The guy gave him a sharp look as though that name meant something to him. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing, nothing," Tommy said. He waved the guy over to the beds. "Get 'em over there. I'll call the mainland, tell them we need help pronto."
"Tell them we need blood," the guy said as he put the kids onto the bed. He immediately went to where the clinic kept its own emergency blood supply. "B positive, and lots of it."
"You got it." Tommy dialed the number Wilson had told him to call in case of the hardcore emergencies. He bulletpointed the problem as quickly as he could. That taken care of, he moved to help. From the looks of it the kids weren't breathing too well. Tommy got the oxygen tanks ready. "Don't worry, pal. Your kids are going to be just fine."
"They're not my kids," the guy said. He was rolling up the girl's sleeve and prepping her for the blood transfusion shut up, he's a vampire. he could so know how to do that.
Tommy frowned. "Then how did you...?"
"I'm a vampire."
Tommy's hand shot out to stop the guy before he could lay one finger on the little girl. His brain registered Jesus Christ are this guy's hands cold before he said, "Hang on one God-damned minute. I have heard a lot of crazy shit about this island but the one thing I do know is that vampires are bad news. That guy Luke said his stepdaughter was attacked by one."
"Yeah," the guy said, not even blinking. "That'd be me."
"Then how's about you back the hell off?" Tommy said. "I may not be some fucking wizard or whatever the hell you need to be to live around here, but I've seen enough Hammer films to know that vampires plus blood transfusions equals some undead asshole helping himself to a snack."
"No," the guy shook his head. "Herself. Dru. This wasn't me."
"And I believe you because...?"
"Because Wilson trusts me," he said, "because there's plenty of live bodies I could be snacking on right now without having to refill these two if human blood is what I wanted, and because if you don't help me save these kids I'm going to tie you down to that chair and peel your skin off like an apple. Oh, and - " he tilted his head, as though this were a friendly aside he'd just thought of, "I also have a soul. Other vamps don't. That means they're not as nice as I am."
"Yeah, you're a regular God-damn Mr. Rogers," Tommy said. He wasn't sure he believed any of this, but no fucking way was he letting kids die on his watch. He let the guy go and resumed taking care of them.
One blood line went in, then the other. "You're new."
"Tommy Gavin," he said. Okay, the kids were breathing, they didn't seem to be sporting any other major wounds other than the healed-over bite marks on their necks. That meant they were going to be okay, right? "Nice to meetcha."
"Angel," the guy replied.
"Oh. So you are Mexican."
"What?"
"Nevermind," Tommy said. He stood back from the bed and looked the kids over. "So what's your deal, huh? What's a so-called vampire doing saving kids?"
"Told you," Angel replied. "I've got a soul. And this destiny where supposedly I'm going to grow up to be a hero someday."
"With that haircut?"
"I really look like I find anything funny about this?" Angel asked. He then gave Tommy a once-over. "Speaking of stupid hair - "
"Hey - " Tommy jabbed a finger at him " - FDNY, pal. I know more about life saving than you could ever dream about. Don't talk to me about taking this shit seriously. I've got serious coming out of my ass."
"New York?" Angel looked curious. "Why are you here?"
Tommy looked down at the kids. In his head he'd already started calling them Connor and Katie. "It's a long story I like to call none of your fucking business, asshole. I'm here to do a job, not share a tender moment over tea, okay?"
Angel glanced at the clock. "How long 'til they get here?"
"Soon," Tommy promised. "Should be any minute now."
"If I leave them with you are they going to be all right?"
"Yeah," Tommy said, "I think the vampire can leave the kids alone with the fire fighter and know he's not going to do anything that makes them end up dead."
"Does the sarcasm help?"
"More than you'll know."
Angel put his coat back on. "Wilson's got my cell. Tell him to call me with an update."
"Where're you going?" Tommy asked.
Angel looked out the front door. It took a second before Tommy realized he was gauging the amount of sunlight. "Hunting. I lost Dru in the fight, but she's still out there somewhere. If I can find her, I'm going to kill her."
As far as Tommy knew this Dru was human. As far as he knew Angel was human and one of those freaky people who liked to dress up in black and pretend to be vampires.
On the other hand, he also knew Dru had tried to murder two kids.
"Make sure it hurts," Tommy told him.
Angel grimaced. "Believe me, it will."
He vanished before Tommy could reply to that.
The clinic was silent. Tommy stood in front of the beds, watching the two children.
"Some day, huh?" Jesus walked up and stood beside him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tommy asked. "My first real day on the job and you send two kids over to me?"
Jesus shrugged. "I work in mysterious ways."
"Screw you and your mysterious ways," Tommy said. "I'm sick of this shit."
"There is a plan, Tommy," Jesus said. He gave Tommy a thoughtful look. "Do you want them to live?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that?"
Jesus merely stared in response.
"Hey, just because I wanted that cock-sucking mother-fucking son of a whore who killed my son to die, doesn't mean I want everybody else in the world to die," Tommy said. "These are kids for Chr - for your sake. Aren't those supposed to be a speciality of yours? 'Suffer the little children to blah blah blah'? Why are you even asking me this?"
More staring.
"You're supposed to be the all-knowing one," Tommy pointed out. "You shouldn't even have to ask me this. Why don't you answer the question for me?"
Still more staring.
"Yes, I want them to live, okay?" Tommy snapped. "Please? Not that me asking about Connor meant shit to you, but don't kill these kids off just because you've got some fucking lesson you want to make out of them. I've learned it, okay? I'll - I'll go to Mass this weekend or donate to charity or whatever the hell it is you need me to do. Just don't kill these kids."
"Maybe I only needed you to ask," Jesus replied.
Tommy made a face at him. They stood there in silence and watched the two children. Tommy mulled over the events of the afternoon.
Finally he asked, "Vampires?"
"Yep."
"Are all of them gay?"
"Not all."
There was a sound outside of the mainland emergency team arriving. Tommy looked to the door once he heard it, then immediately looked back to find that Jesus had vanished.
"Mysterious ways," Tommy snorted. "More like huge fucking drama queen."
He went to the door to let the emergency team in.
[ooc: Angel/Dru scene still being slowplayed, but this was posted to help clinic-related folks stay on a timeline. Everybody and everything modded with permission. Except Angel. Boy is he going to be pissed to find out what he was godmodded into doing. 8) ]