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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?"
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