noteasytobepink: (And if you fall)
Clarice Creed ([personal profile] noteasytobepink) wrote2015-04-29 01:05 am
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Even when there's no walls or windows...

Who: Clarice, the Timebroker, Bill?!
When: After the end of Grant.
What: It's like coming home...when your home doesn't exist any more.

She groaned and cracked an eye open, immediately wincing at the harsh light. She was either back in the hospital or...

"Easy, Clarice, you're hurt," the Timebroker sighed, reaching back to pluck pillows out of thin air behind him. "Careful, that's a girl..." he helped prop her upright before patting her hand. "I lose you for a few years and look what happens!"

"...alien," she noted automatically, trying to breathe carefully. Time to take stock: broken ribs, she'd probably at least sprained her wrist, knee hated her, black eye...

"I already set your nose and three fingers," he offered helpfully.

...broken fingers and nose then. Headache. Thankfully no bleeding gut wounds or anything, that would have taken the wormy cake wouldn't it? "Getting soft," she chuckled carefully, licking her lips to clear away the grit of dried blood.

"No, getting lost without a proper team," he chided. "That level should have been a full team, not one crazy mutant backing up a town."

"So...why no team?" she asked, shifting to look at the short man standing beside her bed. Once upon a time a series of kitchen tiles standing alone in a desert would have been weird. Now? Now it was just where the Timebroker lived, and now there was a bed set on the tiles. How thoughtful.

"...because I can't watch everything." The Timebroker settled on a chair that hadn't been there a moment ago and held out a thermometer. Thermometers were important parts of ensuring wellness! That was what observation told him anyway. "There's more than just me out there, I'm a fixer, I meddle more than I should and I care about those that get lost. You fell...right out of my territory. A timeline and reality far past anything I can see. I knew I'd find you again if I watched for you, but the broker in that area was...less than happy."

"...I didn't go there on purpose."

"I know. You saved your team. That's what you do. She just...should have told me. She's the angry sort though. Anomalies are...discarded. So she didn't let me know one of 'MY' anomalies was wandering around in one of her worlds." He...didn't like his own kind much honestly.

"And Wheelsy?"

"Safe," he assured. "For good this time. It was a two event, one defeat, two defeats, out."

She leaned back on her pillows, letting that information trickle through her mind. Good. She didn't ask about Bill; she couldn't. His place was safe. His world was safe. It would be alright. "My team?"

"Still scraping along, you won't be up to joining them for a bit but Morph is saving a spot for you. Speaking of..." he held up a Talus unit, this one a bit more form fitting it seemed. "You lost your last one. I didn't know that was possible."

"Psycho mutant with a knife and super strength," she pointed out, holding up her left arm. That was a faint, almost hidden starburst of a scar on her forearm. The place the last had attached.

"Yes, well, this one is made for you," he assured, sliding the metal and gem sleeve on. "There, how does it feel?"

She had winced slightly when it went on, but she didn't even feel it attach like she had the last. A moment more and the metal had warmed to her skin temp, that was better. A poke revealed she could...feel through it. Huh. "A lot more user friendly," she noted. "It's like a second skin."

"I should hope so," he noted. "It took some time to work up but this one can't be taken from you, I promise. They won't even manage to cut off your arm if they tried."

"...that's reassuring," she chuckled, wincing as her ribs bit. "Don't...want to do that again." Get lost. Get involved.

"I know," he patted her cheek and looked out over the tiles until a kitchen showed up for him. "You rest. You've had a rough time, but you're safe now. We have you back. I'll get some soup going."

"Sorry to make you worry," she noted, already drifting off.

That was for the best. The soup could make itself, yes. The short little man was...pulling on a cloak suited for desert travel and going to trace down the other anomaly. He could send the man back to his own realms, but as he'd mentioned, the broker there wasn't kind to those who slipped between the cracks. If he was smart he'd just send the man away and let Clarice move on; Bill was from a world set where mutants didn't even exist after all!

But...he'd looked after Clarice. That earned him some credit in the Timebroker's book. It was a bit of a walk; being attuned Clarice had shown up where he was, but Bill? Bill had no place now so anywhere in the lost sands.

The Timebroker was good at finding things though. It wasn't long before he was nudging a sandy leg with his boot, "and what are we going to do with you?"
wheelsy_sheriff: (lookin)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-07 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Bill scanned the weird space again, this time his eyes locking on the cot. On knee-jerk reaction he reached up and pulled off his cap, holding it in his hands while looking at her.

"Yeah, she hogs the covers back home, too," he noted, not quite managing to move forward yet.
wheelsy_sheriff: (it's alright)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-07 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hogged. Right.

That was a fresh new sticker in his chest. Looking down at his feet he toed the sand, thinking about the situation a moment and trying not to let it overwhelm.

Pulling in a slow breath, he lifted his head back up and finally stepped up onto the tiles. He didn't want to wake her, so instead he asked, "There a chair I can sit with her, for a bit?"
wheelsy_sheriff: (drawn back)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-08 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Bill blinked at the chair, giving it a little nudge with his foot to test how real it was. "Thanks."

Looking at the pile of blankets Clarice was curled in, he shook his head.

"She don't rest easy. Best t'let her sleep while she can."
wheelsy_sheriff: (hearing words)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-08 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Gingerly settling into the chair, Bill nodded. "Yeah. I reckon you're right about that."

He was dead dog tired and bone weary. Practically melting into the chair, he let out a slow sigh.
wheelsy_sheriff: (dreams)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-09 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He doesn't really plan to, but he also doesn't have much of a choice. He's exhausted, and no longer has the benefit of adrenaline to keep him going.

It isn't too long before he's asleep in the chair.
wheelsy_sheriff: (I'm awake)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Bill slept deeply, and thankfully without dreaming.

When he finally opened his eyes it was with a slow sigh and a low groan. Looking around he was disappointed to see that everything hadn't been a dream, but he was glad to see Clarice up.

"Hey."
wheelsy_sheriff: (lookin)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not quite. Didn't think there'd be so much sand, for one," he admitted, giving a small half-smirk.

"How're you?" he asked, pushing up in the chair with a wince.
wheelsy_sheriff: (black and white)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't a very comforting thought, and Bill frowned slightly before refocusing on Clarice.

"At least this time you won't have Doc Mitchell breathing down your neck?" he offered. It was meant as a joke, but it only succeeded in being even less comforting than the Timebroker's words.

"I'm sorry that things went so bad."
wheelsy_sheriff: (hearing words)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, you say that now, but how many times did the man have t'threaten to hog tie you?" he countered.

Normal.

Right.

"I know." Timebroker had made that plenty clear before. "Still, was the mess in my town that got you hurt like this."
wheelsy_sheriff: (poker face)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Bill saw that a place setting had been made for him, and so he finally got up from the chair and made his way over to her.

"Thank you," he said, looking at the soup.

"I know you were." And he never did listen.
wheelsy_sheriff: (regret)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It did smell alright, and since he hadn't even in who knows how long, he dug in.

"Yeah." His worry now was what if it came back with him gone.
wheelsy_sheriff: (grey)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2015-05-10 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded, staring into his bowl. He probably wouldn't ever stop worrying about Wheelsy, but at least he left it in capable hands.

"So where's your team at? You seen any of them, yet?"

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