Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24930445-20140526230330/@comment-24930445-20140602004906

Explainations

Ry watched from outside the glass room as the med team assessed the still unconscious Kat. He was pissed, but he was worried too. He hadn’t expected that reaction at all, though he probably should have. Truthfully, it had been a while since she had any of her explosive visions and he had practically forgotten about them. It all came rushing back the moment she had pressed her hand against her eye patch. Luckily for the room, she was out before the worst of the shit hit the fan.

Eventually, a nurse slipped from the room to tell him that Kat had been suffering from exhaustion and, with the meds they had given her, she would be asleep for hours. She gently suggested that he go ahead and get some rest, that there was nothing he would be able to do for her. Ry shook his head and remained leaning against the wall, his eyes never leaving his wife even as the nurse spoke.

Once the techs were done, he pushed himself away and stepped through the door, moving to her side. Brushing her cheek gently, he smiled softly down at her. “Red thinks ya can hear me, babe. I love ya. Ya know that.”

The bed was wide enough, or she was small enough. Either way, he found himself laying next to her, cradling her in his arms as she slept.

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Hours later, he hadn’t moved. The techs had decided that since she hadn’t been critical, it wasn’t worth his wrath to insist he leave so they had just worked around him. At her first stirrings, he kissed her head lightly, his arms tightening gently. “‘bout time, babe.”

She slowly lifted her head from his chest in confusion. “Ry? Wha’ ‘appened?”  She frowned as the memories fought their way to the front of her mind. “Is evera one ok?”

“They’re fine babe. No damage. Ya just did a hit an’ run on the carpet, is all. Techs said ya worked yourself t’hard again.”

She sighed softly, relaxing against him. “Yeah. Guess so. Thought I saw Jack in the conference room.”  She felt him tense and she frowned, lifting her face look into his eyes. “Wha?”

“Yeah. About that. Y’did see him, babe.”  She lay very still against him as she listened to his story, her fingers absently stroking his fur as if seeking comfort in his softness. When he was finished, she was silent for a very long time. The rhythmic movement of her fingers the only thing telling him she hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Take me home, Ry. I want to go home.”  He could feel her shut down and, again, he was surprised at her reaction. He had fully expected her to rage, to jump out of bed in search of Morghan to rain fire and hellstone on him. He hadn’t been prepared for the sense of defeat from her.

He frowned. “Ya sure, babe?”

She moved slowly, sitting up to begin disconnecting various wires. “Aye, love. I am. I want to go home. I want to be on the mountain. Its been t’long. I want ta see th’ wolves. Th’kids might like it.”  She laughed slightly. “Ilrea might actually learn ta like it, in any case… she use ta love nature. She kin bring Brandy t’relieve th’ boredom. Vee might git twitchy bein’ away from th’ mall fer a while, but he adapts. Assides, he’ll hae Aerli ta keep him busy. She’ll show him everathin. She’ll hae a name fer evera wolf on th’ mountain afore long.”

She had begun to babble slightly as she struggled with the wires. “I need t’go home, Ry. I need ta be wi’ ye an’ th’ kids. Please.”

He had never known her to run from anything. She preferred to face everything head on and blast her way right through it if need be. He stopped her, turned her to face him gently. “Kat. Stop. You’re avoidin’. You’re runnin’. Ya don’t run, babe.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“Aye, love. I am.”  She shook her head then bit her lip. “Tis t’much. I cannae face this. Run wi’ me… please.”  She wrapped her arms around him tightly, pressing her face against his chest.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“Listen to me, Kat. Y’can face it. Y’can meet it head on and blow it out o’yer way. I know you’re strong enough ta do it.”  When she began to pull away from him, he only tightened his hold on her. “But.. if home is where ya want ta be, that’s where we’re headed. For a little while at least... until yer world tilts right again.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She nuzzled his chest, arms tightening around him. “My world always tilts right when yer in m’arms, love.”

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<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">They left in the shuttle thirty minutes later without telling anyone. Even the med techs hadn’t known until they came in for their hourly check only to discover the bed empty.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Travers had tracked the shuttle and Jack had been ready to go after them until Ben reached over and shut down the tracker. “Let her go. She’ll face you when she’s ready.”  His gaze narrowed dangerously as both men began to argue.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“I said... let.. her… go. You’ve done enough damage today. Leave her alone until she’s ready. You’ll know when that time comes… or, maybe you won’t. At least, not until you feel the blast.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">With that, he took Sandy by the hand and left the Krita.