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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Jamie Madrox, Candice Wilmer… 
16th-Oct-2007 02:42 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Jamie Madrox, Candice Wilmer
Summary: Back in New York, one partner watches over another in the aftermath of the Texas 'mishap'.
Warnings: none
Status: Complete

He was going to kill her when he came to. And if Jamie didn't, Kirin would sure as hell try. It was a fact of life and she'd better accept it. Not that she could blame them. In five years of working with Jamie and another two of being partnered with him, he'd never gotten hit by a bullet because of her.

He'd never gotten hit period.

Leaning forward in her chair, she tapped his wrist with a pen.

"Hurry and wake up already, I'm signing my death sentence over here," she joked half-heartedly, knowing the anesthetic would wear out eventually.
16th-Oct-2007 12:56 pm (UTC)
He came to groggily, sore and unsure of his surroundings, reaching out instinctively for Kirin at his side and blinking more awake with his hand met with cold metal.

"What?" he mumbled, turning his head and finding Candice in his vision, watching her for a moment.

"What the hell?"

He could see the TV in his hand now, why he was in such a haze clicking into place. Med ward. Great.
16th-Oct-2007 12:58 pm (UTC)
The moment he responded, she was on her feet, report forgotten as she perched over his bed.

"Hey, I couldn't get in touch with Kirin but I left about a dozen messages for Jimmy," she smiled, throwing at him the information she thought he wanted most. "How're you feeling?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:03 pm (UTC)
Kirin hadn't been here yet, then. Good. The last thing he wanted was the other man seeing him in a hospital bed. With any luck, he could get out of here and home before they got back. Assuming Jimmy had the sense to keep his mouth shut.

"I'd say like I just got shot," he mumbled, shifting slightly. "But thanks to whatever they're pumping in me, I kinda feel like I'm surrounded by pillows. 'S nice."

He looked her over with a critical eye. "You're okay?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:08 pm (UTC)
"I'm fine, you're the one who took a bullet," she snorted, unamused and unwilling to admit to being scared for him. "Wasn't serious, but you were bleeding out pretty fast." She could still feel his blood on her hands; something she wasn't about to forget anytime soon.

"They wanted to take us to Dallas, but I figured you'd rather be home." Correction: she figured she'd rather be home, in his shoes.
16th-Oct-2007 01:10 pm (UTC)
He winced, more out of memory of the shock than current discomfort, trying to push himself into a sitting position.

"'S gonna be a hell of a report," he muttered. "I didn't even duplicate. How much more rookie could you get?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:13 pm (UTC)
Her hand found his uninjured shoulder and moved to shove him back against the pillows. Just because he got shot didn't mean she had to be nice.

"Oh, you could've tripped over your own two feet, shot a civilian and let your partner get take a bullet over you," Candice suggested.
16th-Oct-2007 01:16 pm (UTC)
He grinned slightly at that, despite her no-nonsense push back onto the bed. "Yeah, I guess there is that."

His hand went to fiddle with the bed control, gaze wandering slightly before finding hers again. "Can I go home now?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:17 pm (UTC)
She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Can you stand?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:18 pm (UTC)
A shrug. "Don't know til I try."
16th-Oct-2007 01:19 pm (UTC)
"Floor's yours, Forest," she shrugged, returning back to her seat and her report. If he was anything like her after surgery, he'd want to lie back down for a bit.

Then again, he did have a way of surprising her.
16th-Oct-2007 01:22 pm (UTC)
The wonderful thing about drugs, Jamie mused, pushing the blankets off himself, was that they let you think you were a lot better than you were. And in the life they led, they were used to illusions enough that the thought was comforting, rather than disconcerting.

Drawing his legs over the side, he paused a second, trying to gather himself, suddenly feeling a bit nauseous.

You can lay down when you're home, he promised himself.

It didn't get him any further off the bed.
16th-Oct-2007 01:26 pm (UTC)
Candice watched casually over the rim of her manila folder, not teasing him about his weakness as she might have done in different circumstances. This was payback for all those times he'd come to pick her up from the clinic, no questions asked unless they'd gotten a few drinks in first.

"I've got some people running ID checks on the girl," she told him softly. "She looked so much like Bennet's kid." The dead one.</i
16th-Oct-2007 01:28 pm (UTC)
"Yeah?" he asked, grateful for the distraction, for her letting him pretend it was something else that was keeping him still. "Nobody stays dead anymore, do they."

He nodded to the folder. "What about the other one?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:30 pm (UTC)
"Lance Alvers," she cited from memory. "He's the living one." Her eyes met his and she sighed. "He's Enclave."

Which meant that if it was Bennet's kid, they'd just allowed father and daughter to be reunited... which meant they'd lost an important bargaining chip.
16th-Oct-2007 01:33 pm (UTC)
"Well, damn," he muttered, reaching up to rub at his forehead and swaying a bit.

He moved to shift off the bed, locking his knees once he stood, blanching. "I need to go home. Where are my clothes?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:35 pm (UTC)
"Behind the screen," she nodded. "I swung by your locker to get you a new shirt, the other one was suspiciously red."

And why she had the combination to his locker she hoped he'd never ask.
16th-Oct-2007 01:37 pm (UTC)
"I should be more careful when I drink Kool-Aid," he joked lamely. Half-heartedly.

"Could you. Uh. Get them for me?" A wry smile. "Don't want you checking out my ass when I turn around."
16th-Oct-2007 01:39 pm (UTC)
"Please, you have no ass," she countered, standing with a sigh to retrieve his clothes.

She put them on the bed beside him, folding her arms. "You're going to make me spring you, aren't you?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
He sat back down on the bed, unable to bit back a small sigh of relief, reaching for his boxers and grunting as he leaned over to get them on, head swimming a bit.

"He'll freak, Candice," he said quietly, evenly. "I don't want him to find out. And I don't want him to see me here."
16th-Oct-2007 01:44 pm (UTC)
"I'm sure he won't notice the very obvious bandage on your arm. Or the happy pills," she nodded, wrapping an arm around his back when he swayed perilously.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, I didn't say I wouldn't do it," she added quietly, guilt eating away at her. It was the least she could do.
16th-Oct-2007 01:47 pm (UTC)
"I was hoping you could help with that part," he confessed, giving her a small nod, acknowledging the words, her arm around him in silent support.

It took a few minutes, but he managed to get his jeans on as well, the shirt a lost cause for the moment.

Jamie looked up at her, meeting her impassive gaze, catching the faintest hint of worry flickering in her eyes.

"Did you think I was going to die?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:50 pm (UTC)
She thought of lying to him. It wouldn't have been hard and she was good at it, mostly, anyway. But her voice died in her throat when she tried to deny it.

"For a second there, yeah. First, when he shot you... and then when you blacked out." She thought he'd never wake up, no matter how strong his pulse was under her fingers.

Brushing the memory aside, she glanced away. "Shirt or you want to go topless?"
16th-Oct-2007 01:53 pm (UTC)
"I'll wow the passerby with my physique," he joked, the levity more out of discomfort than anything, touching her wrist softly.

"Sorry I was stupid and got myself shot."
16th-Oct-2007 01:56 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, it's your fault I wasn't covering you," she agreed solemnly. Prying the hospital gown from his shoulders, she handed him the shirt, wincing at the sight of the bandage that went all the way up his shoulder.

"Jimmy knows something's happened. He'll tell Kirin." A shrug as she picked up the report, stuffed all her papers inside and turned to him uneasily. "You should have some bogus excuse ready."
16th-Oct-2007 01:58 pm (UTC)
He grimaced, twisting the shirt in his hands. "I don't think I fell onto a bullet will be too convincing, what do you think?"
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