052 - If I were to become tiger food (It would've been more noble)

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki is in the Astral kitchen, doing... well, it's not entirely clear WHAT she's doing. There are pots bubbling over on the stove, produce everywhere, piles of dishes in the sink and the oven is starting to smoke out of both sides as though attempting to cry.]

[Misaki squeaks and opens the door, releasing a black avalanche of smoke. She starts coughing, squints through the black fog, and her eyes go wide.]

[Very gingerly, she shuts the oven door, switches it off, and leans her back against it.]

...oops.

[And she proceeds to have a gigglefit.]

Comments

[didorothy]

Check in on it. I won't have anything happening to you if there's a chance we can stop it.

[Mother Hen!Sam is a bossy one]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Not looking at him because now the idea that there's already something wrong has been planted in her head and she doesn't like it one bit.] I'm fine. And what if they can't do anything anyway? If there was something wrong. Which there isn't.

[didorothy]

Then at least you'll know. Which, I don't know about you, is something that's pretty bloody important to me.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Yes. Then I'll know, and so will the rest of the department, and they'll pin me to a desk before I'm thirty.

[didorothy]

You could go to one of the doctors here. Keep it secret.

[a beat]

And I don't mean one of the Doctors, as I get the impression none of 'em know a thing about medical training. There's a Doctor Martha Jones, a Doctor Owen Harper, and a Doctor Gregory House, at least.

I wouldn't advise the last one.

[Sam is annoyed by his doctor]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

House--the one who has a file on you. [So not attempting to change the subject, really.]

[didorothy]

Yeah, that one. So maybe Harper or Jones would be better able to help you.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I don't know Harper.

Why does he have a file on you?

[didorothy]

Then Jones?

Because my doctors are shite, if you haven't noticed from all the times they nearly kill me.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I'm fine!

[Frowning] Yes, and you just warned me away from him.

[didorothy]

You might not be.

He's good, I hear, but he's a bastard.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It was an experiment. It wasn't... [augh] It wasn't real.

[didorothy]

It's a possibility.

[See this hand that is being put on your shoulder, Misaki? This is the hand of Sincere Concern]

Please, just... get it checked out.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Stop it. I'm not sick.

[didorothy]

For which I'm very grateful. I don't want that to change.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[AUGH.]

...fine. I'll ask someone to look into it. If you tell Hei I'll kill you.

[didorothy]

I won't tell Hei as long as I don't have to tell Hei to get you to do it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Nrrk.] What's he going to do about it, anyway? [She's not pouting. She is too dignified to pout.]

[She's also ignoring the fact that she told him not to tell because one look from Hei would have her calling up a hospital. :|]

[didorothy]

Substitute me for you and Gene for Hei, and take out physical violence and coercion. You'll have your answer.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] You're a manipulative bastard.

[didorothy]

So are you. Somehow, it adds to our charm.