Re: Poison [d'Artois]
Posted: 11 Apr 2015, 10:54
All her life Pi had been a follower. They’d told her when she was eight who she was going to live with and she did. They told her again at nine and eleven and again at fourteen, sixteen and seventeen until she’d gone into the army to live in an environment where you didn’t wipe your *** or pick your nose unless someone told you when and why you were doing it.
She didn’t understand really how she’d got to a place where people looked to her for direction when she’d managed to spend 90% of her human life gladly giving away that power to others. Yes, she was talented, yes, she was skilled but she had been a honed weapon with a sharp edge set against whatever was presented to her. Maybe not the perfect soldier but she had prided herself on the fact she was at least a very efficient tool. Calm, collected and ultimately useful… to whoever it was that pointed her in a particular direction and set her on the path.
So much had changed between there and now. Now she had people who wanted to know what needed to be done, who asked her opinion with every intention of being guided by it. She’d tried, tried really hard to be the person they expected and needed her to be but wondered really who she was trying to kid and whether she was still faking it in the hopes that one day she’d make it a reality.
Elliot needed her to deal with the situation without falling to pieces but she couldn’t quite drum up that level of disconnection. Because she would need to be disconnected to do it. She would have to be able to look at the man in her arms and remove her emotions from the situation to do the right thing and she couldn’t do it. There wasn’t any ability in her to begin approaching this moment with any form of detachment.
Elliot wasn’t meant to get sick, not like this. He should be able to shrug off whatever sickness there was as if modern science was unnecessary and magic weaved its spell around. “Yes, somewhere safer… he can’t.. not here.” Pi answered Charlie, her sentence structure barely English her mind working hard to maintain English first and struggling to translate the French in her mind into words they could all understand.
Charlie needed her too, so did Aliyah yet Pi didn’t have the acuity to do much more than hunch over Elliot’s form and stroke a hand down his face, her fingers trailing along a jaw so hot it was a wonder his blood wasn’t boiling in his veins.
“He’s so hot.. why is he so hot?” she asked, absolutely no one in particular. Looking around the office Pi frowned, staring at Elliot’s legs, the left one stuck awkwardly under one of the guest chairs. “You’re right… he has to move. Just…maybe the Doc can’t come to the Den. He doesn’t have access… I .. ummm.. the complex, no… he can’t come up the elevator. ****.”
Pi didn’t want to make decisions. She didn’t want to try an organise how this was going to work out. She just wanted to get Elliot somewhere safe and home, somewhere he could stretch out and she could curl up in a ball by his side. But she didn’t have that luxury. Charlie and Aliyah needed her to at least hold it together long enough to… do something, something other than cling to the still form of the man in her arms. Finally, she lifted her gaze to Aliyah and nodding. “You’re right, we need Charles… can you find him? His number is in my… take my cellphone.”
“I have a crypt, Old Town Graveyard.. Number Two. Get Doc, find him, bring him there…I’ll … tome there, summon Elliot in. Away from here. Jesus. I can do that.”
Her words were stilted and awkward tripping over one another in an effort to get out and make some form of sense so things could happen and she could stop trying to work through the details. The women would have to work out how to make it work, because Pi just couldn’t. She could get up, tome to the Den, then race up the elevator to the Maintenance floor where the private portals were and duck into the one that led to her and Elliot’s private space… and once there she could hold it together long enough to summon Elliot into the place but she couldn’t do much more than that. She didn’t have the ability to know where Charles was, track him down and convince him to come help them.
“Can you please? I can get him there… I need you both to bring Doc. Number Two.”
She didn’t understand really how she’d got to a place where people looked to her for direction when she’d managed to spend 90% of her human life gladly giving away that power to others. Yes, she was talented, yes, she was skilled but she had been a honed weapon with a sharp edge set against whatever was presented to her. Maybe not the perfect soldier but she had prided herself on the fact she was at least a very efficient tool. Calm, collected and ultimately useful… to whoever it was that pointed her in a particular direction and set her on the path.
So much had changed between there and now. Now she had people who wanted to know what needed to be done, who asked her opinion with every intention of being guided by it. She’d tried, tried really hard to be the person they expected and needed her to be but wondered really who she was trying to kid and whether she was still faking it in the hopes that one day she’d make it a reality.
Elliot needed her to deal with the situation without falling to pieces but she couldn’t quite drum up that level of disconnection. Because she would need to be disconnected to do it. She would have to be able to look at the man in her arms and remove her emotions from the situation to do the right thing and she couldn’t do it. There wasn’t any ability in her to begin approaching this moment with any form of detachment.
Elliot wasn’t meant to get sick, not like this. He should be able to shrug off whatever sickness there was as if modern science was unnecessary and magic weaved its spell around. “Yes, somewhere safer… he can’t.. not here.” Pi answered Charlie, her sentence structure barely English her mind working hard to maintain English first and struggling to translate the French in her mind into words they could all understand.
Charlie needed her too, so did Aliyah yet Pi didn’t have the acuity to do much more than hunch over Elliot’s form and stroke a hand down his face, her fingers trailing along a jaw so hot it was a wonder his blood wasn’t boiling in his veins.
“He’s so hot.. why is he so hot?” she asked, absolutely no one in particular. Looking around the office Pi frowned, staring at Elliot’s legs, the left one stuck awkwardly under one of the guest chairs. “You’re right… he has to move. Just…maybe the Doc can’t come to the Den. He doesn’t have access… I .. ummm.. the complex, no… he can’t come up the elevator. ****.”
Pi didn’t want to make decisions. She didn’t want to try an organise how this was going to work out. She just wanted to get Elliot somewhere safe and home, somewhere he could stretch out and she could curl up in a ball by his side. But she didn’t have that luxury. Charlie and Aliyah needed her to at least hold it together long enough to… do something, something other than cling to the still form of the man in her arms. Finally, she lifted her gaze to Aliyah and nodding. “You’re right, we need Charles… can you find him? His number is in my… take my cellphone.”
“I have a crypt, Old Town Graveyard.. Number Two. Get Doc, find him, bring him there…I’ll … tome there, summon Elliot in. Away from here. Jesus. I can do that.”
Her words were stilted and awkward tripping over one another in an effort to get out and make some form of sense so things could happen and she could stop trying to work through the details. The women would have to work out how to make it work, because Pi just couldn’t. She could get up, tome to the Den, then race up the elevator to the Maintenance floor where the private portals were and duck into the one that led to her and Elliot’s private space… and once there she could hold it together long enough to summon Elliot into the place but she couldn’t do much more than that. She didn’t have the ability to know where Charles was, track him down and convince him to come help them.
“Can you please? I can get him there… I need you both to bring Doc. Number Two.”