Path of the Vampire forum

-Nude dude down after finding out he couldn’t fly. If you are fast enough you can find him in the Flats grounds. May need some of your magic-

Doc received the text and smirked. Apparently Minx was in a feisty mood today. Apparently she needed help with body clean up. He sent her a reply that he would check it out. Then he hit the intercom button to Reception, “Jane! I’m headed out.. Call if you need me..” He read his tome and was gone.

Meanwhile at the reception desk…

Roger had been chatting with Rachel [who Doc called Jane], trying to get a clue as to whether she would go out with him on a date or not. He had been doing the idle chit chat for a twenty minutes and was no closer to getting a date than he was when he first started. But Roger had over heard Doc’s comment, and as he stood at reception, he never saw Doc leave, “What does that mean.. ‘I’m headed out’? Is it code for..’I am taking a nap, leave me alone’?”

Rachel gave him a look, “It means.. He is going out. Duh.”

“He hasn't left yet.. I’ve been watching..It's been twenty minutes.” He had, the minute he saw the door open, he was going to head back to his work station. But he hadn’t seen Doc’s office door move.

“Oh he’s gone.”

“No he isn’t.”

“Yes, he is.”

“No. He is not.” Roger’s tone was emphatic.

“Yes. He is.” Rachel’s tone sarcastic.

“He has not left his office!”

Rachel rolled her eyes, “Yes.. he has.” As if explaining to a stubborn child.

“Fine.. I will bet you lunch.”

“You are ON Buddy!”

Roger paused, why get one lunch when he could have several..? Next best thing to a date. Idea! And he would even pick up the tab on a few, so he looked gentlemanly. “Let’s make it is really interesting.. Lunch all this week and next week.”

Rachel grinned “Totally. You’re on!”

Roger held out his hand, “Shake on it.. And no going back.”

Rachel took Roger’s hand, “Winner’s Choice?”

Roger nodded, “Winner’s Choice.”

They shook on it.

Roger laughed to himself, ‘it was too easy’, aloud he said, “Hey Doc you won’t believe this..” He opened Doc’s office door, “I just won this…” He stopped talking. Doc wasn’t in the office. “What the hell… where is he?”

“Gone. Told you.” Rachel gave him a gleeful smirk. “I am feeling like steak for lunch..”

“No.. he never left!” Roger went into Doc’s office, and behind his desk, to make sure Doc wasn’t hiding under it. “What the hell?! Where is he?”

“He’s out.. I told you.”

“There is no exit .. but this one door and I have been watching it!” He had. Doc never left.

“Secret exit.” Rachel nodded solemnly. “I think he made it to avoid his wife…”

Meanwhile in the Quarantine Zone…

Doc had grabbed his medicine bag, read his tome, and then went through the portal to the QZ. In total it took less than two minutes from the time he read Dominique’s text to arrive. Coalescing just outside of Corvidae Flats, he saw the crumpled body of, in Minx’ words, a nude dude. It wasn’t easy to see if the body was alive or dead from his vantage point. What he could tell, was the body lay in way that was not natural by any means. Stepping over to the body, Doc unceremoniously rolled it over and straighten it out, only to find out it was Ric.

“****.” It was said with a defeated sigh. This was not good. Not good at all. Why couldn’t that have been the Traitor laying a broken crumpled heap? Or Elliot? **** Elliot deserved it! But Ric? What the **** did Rick do? He wasn't one to pick a fight. Oh sure, the man would and could fight, but he typically didn’t start them, he finished them.

“You are going to feel this when you wake up.. I certainly do not envy you there.” Hoisting Ric’s broken body over his shoulder, he made his way into the Lobby of Corvidae. Ignoring all the curious looks he was receiving, he headed straight for, and took the elevator to the eighth floor. He had been to Ric’s apartment, but never inside. Skylar had been very adamant the first time he brought Ric back, after the Elliot-smack-down-affair; to meet Doc at the door and not let him in. The next few visits, had him also outside the apartment, waiting by the elevator.

“Seems like this is becoming a habit Ric..” As Doc reached the door and tried to get in. Another weary sigh. “Why can’t things ever be ******* easy?” He said aloud, talking to the unconscious Ric. “It’s always a pain in the ******* ***. You’re trying to help someone, and there are ******* roadblocks all over the ******* place.” Doc’s mood had not been to begin with. The Ball and Chain allowed an inmate to escape.. And then killed the inmate in Doc’s house. How the **** the inmate knew where Doc’s house was in the first place, he didn’t know. But it had happened, and now he was faced with trying to keep the person he considered his closest..’friend’ [if Doc could say he had a friend] from healing up and trying to kill Doc’s spawn. But was the ******* apartment cooperating?

In aggravation Doc rammed the door, mostly with Ric’s body, to release some of his pent up frustration, before finally using his shadow powers to get him and Ric inside. “The ******* universe hates me. And probably you as well.”

Finally inside and seeing the gaping hole in the wall, Doc knew he was in the right place. “It ******* stinks in here Ric.. Pine-sol man.. Buy some. Use it.” He carried Ric into the bedroom and dropped him on the bed. “And why the **** are you nude?” Doc gives him a thorough evaluation, before opening his bag, and getting some pain killer. “Manscaping.. Look that one up too, learn it, and apply it.. Cause.. Damn.” He made a face, “the people that have to see you, like myself, will thank you.”

After injecting Ric with some pain killer, Doc set the broken arms, adjusted and straightened his back, cleaned up the scrapes and stapled the splits in his body that happened from sudden compression with the ground. All in all, Doc figured his mental capacity should be fine, it appeared his body to the brunt of the impact, not his head.

Doc was secretly proud, his little Mighty Mouse kicked Ric’s ***.

After casting a critical eye about Ric’s apartment, Doc grimaced. “This place is ******* depressing, Ric.” The rooms were filled with dead things and parts of dead things. Some were stuffed dead things. Some were obviously a work in process. There were some things that even Doc, had no clue what the **** it was. He wasn’t putting Ric’s taxidermy ability down, so much as, taxidermy was more art than science and the art aspect was completely lost on Doc. To him things were obvious. Black and white. Right and wrong. Gray areas like morality and art were things that he preferred to ignore, because they really didn’t matter in the scheme of things.

Doc looked around for something to read. Normally, Doc would do his good deed, and be off immediately, no time for leisurely reading. But this was Ric, his comrade, he couldn’t just do a fly by and be off. No. He had to do due diligence and make sure Ric was going to be alright. That meant he might be here a while. Ric was a stubborn ****. It wouldn’t surprise Doc one bit, if Ric didn’t try to go finish what was started by him taking a header out through his living room wall. Therefore, that meant Doc had to hang around and if necessary, tie Ric's *** to the bed. And while he was there, Doc could read. But he hadn’t brought any reading materials with him. He was about to step out to the living room to go scrounge something up, when he heard Ric mumbling.

Moving back to the bedside, Doc looked down at Ric, “No. There is no Baby to give you ‘some’.”

Ric tried to cajole with another painfully utters, whining plea of “Baby…”

Doc shook his head, “No. There is no Baby. And even if there was, she would give more pain than pleasure. Because you are so fucked up, you can’t even be ridden properly.” It was a no non-sense matter of fact statement. “Maybe in a week.”

At which point Ric said ‘Dammit’, causing Doc to smirk. “I never knew you were such a sex fiend man.” Taking pity on him, “Tell you what.. In two weeks. I will have a couple of my girls from Forbidden Desires come visit and give you the royal treatment. Alright? Until then.. You need to relax, rest and heal.”

Again, Ric muttered or actually it was more of a groan, “Keel..”

To Doc, that meant kill. He understood it. No sex, meant it was time to kill instead. Killing was the next best thing to an orgasm. That’s how he got through Med school. However, if Ric wasn’t fit enough for sex, he damn sure was not in the state to kill anything. As Ric tried to sit up, Doc pushed him back down on the bed with a single index finger to Ric’s forehead.

“No. No killing for you, for at least ten days. Two weeks if you are planning hand to hand combat.”

Doc wasn’t worried that Ric would hurt Minx currently, because Ric had a broken back. If he did manage to get himself upright, he wouldn’t stay that way long. However, once Ric healed, that would be a different story. He needed to know what went down, other than Ric by eight stories.

Doc called Minx.

Doc was dialing Dominique’s number as Ric focused enough to be able to enunciate properly and give him a few necessary details. “Stop!” It was forcefully said as Ric tried to move. Ric moved like an obese baby seal that was harpooned and stuck on land, he would find the situation humorous if it hadn’t been his spawn that fucked Ric up.

“If you want to heal.. Stop ******* moving. You’re only setting yourself back. And..” He gave Ric a solid, ‘dare me not to’ look, before adding, “I am not averse to tying you to the ******* bed.”

He sighed as he hit send, and waited for Minx to pick up. “I get it.. You’re angry. You want payback.. You to kill her. I felt the same..” Doc’s words were cut off as Minx answered the phone. “No. All is not ******* well.” he answered into the phone. “You have fucked him up pretty good and he is pissed.” Doc turned to Ric and gave him the ‘one second I am on the phone’ gesture, before turning his attention back to the phone and that conversation.

“You need to get your *** back over and apologize. Not tomorrow, not later. Now. Don’t make me hunt you down.” He almost disconnected, when he added, “Oh, and bring the damn package.” He sighed as he disconnected. He muttered, ‘******* females will be the death of me.. If it's not the Ball and Chain trying to ruin my business, it's the spawns killing my friend. I am fucked in all areas of life, business and social.’

Doc pocketed the cell, and gave Ric his full attention once more. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and spoke quite formally, “I apologize for this. She should be on her way here, and she is going to apologize. She will also nurse you back to health." He looked around the apartment, "Make her clean this ****.. as part of her punishment too" He sighed. "As I was saying before the call; I felt the same when I met her. Same with Vel and Micah. We all wanted to kill her. She’s a handful, I know this. And at times she can get a bit feisty. She's cute like that. However, she will pay for the damage and anything that needs to be replaced. I think you will like her.. when you first get to know her. She grows on you, like a fungus. It’s a fungus, but if it is prepared the right way, they are delicious. Well to humans…”

Nodding to Ric’s request for the vambrace, Doc went to the dresser and opened the top left drawer as directed. Yes there was a vambrace in it, amid an array of things that any ten year old boy would love. Arrowheads. He looked from the drawer to Ric and then back to the drawer. Arrowheads. Ric never struck him as being the sort to keep First Nations memorabilia. Lifting the vambrace revealed a mask. A mask and arrowheads. An image of Ric roaming the city as the Lone Ranger came to mind. He couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he carried the vambrace to the bed and held it open for Ric’s arm. “Sure thing, Kimosabe. Can you manage it on your own?”

One part of Doc told him to put the brace on Ric without asking, it would be easier, faster, and less complications. But the other part of him, told him Ric would find it belittling to have it done, as though he were a child or invalid. So in the end, Doc asked and offered no aid, even though for the moment, Ric was an invalid.

As much as he knew Ric would find it belittling, Doc knew Minx would be not pleased being called on the carpet, as it were, for standing her ground and not backing down. This would be tricky for him. He never had mastered that balancing act of just enough tough love and getting the point across and then letting go. He tended to keep going and then go overboard. Which typically, then, made everyone mad at him. But this time he didn’t want to be the scapegoat. He liked where he and Minx relationship was. He liked where he and Ric’s friendship was. How did he keep them both happy, when they seemed so diametrically opposed?

Hearing the knock at the door, Doc sighed, it was showtime and he had no plan. He had not had enough time to work out what he was going to do. He didn't have time to run the ‘if then’ scenarios. ****. Doc opened the to find Minx appearing as innocent as an angel, standing politely with the package. She didn’t look strong enough to hurl Ric through a window, much less a wall. Doc grinned unexpectedly and then forced himself to look stern. He counted. Not because he was angry, but because he needed time to get the seriousness of the situation in his mind, instead of him picturing his tiny little mouse heaving a naked and possibly flailing Ric out of a building. He smirked again.

Well ****, counting wasn’t working. ‘There is only one thing to do, cover your mouth, cough and clear your throat.’ Doc thought to himself, and he promptly did so, moving aside to let Minx in while he coughed and cleared his throat. He kept his face averted, because he still had this urge to grin, and that would do nothing for mediation talks between Minx and Ric. Shutting the door after she was in, Doc relieved her of the package and moved to the bedroom, motioning for her to follow.

“Ric.. I would like you to meet my Dominique.” He half turned and glanced at Minx, before looking at Ric and saying, “Minx, this Roderic, your uncle. My brother-in-law. My.. favorite.. Brother-in-law.” He paused, “I think you owe him an apology.”