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[decrypts]

[so, york hasn't exactly had that little problem with the pollen - both those he's met up with have been. and since someone has already come up with a solution, since he's always around to be a helpful son of a gun, he's just come back from the mother of invention with a little something for the people of the plane.

a little something being just about anything he could find in the infirmary that had the word 'antihistamine'. on it.

he doesn't really think anyone's going to miss what he's taken, and if they do, well .. no one will ever know it was him, anyway, right? because he's an infiltration specialist for a reason, and if he can't get in and extract what he needs and back out again without being noticed, he's definitely doing something wrong.

right now, he's set up near the bar. he has everything he's managed to take spread out on a table for anyone passing by to peruse, and there's even a little sign letting everyone know what's going on:

All your allergy needs are here! Agent Doctor York to the rescue.

yep. this is happening.]

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[traitortwin]

[She draws back her fist, glaring at him like she could totally set him on fire with her mind if she just glared hared enough, but she doesn't actually swing at him just yet!

(Because no matter how much she really wants to punch him for that, she does need that medicine thank you fajdskla... not that he wouldn't give it up anyway, at least for North and Wash's sake, but still.)]

[decrypts]

[there is about a three-second interval in which york thinks he's going to die, and when the killing blow doesn't come ..

he doesn't realize he's had his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the impact, but when they slit open, his gaze focuses on the blonde in front of him, and he manages a semi-apologetic grin.] Uh .. 'bout that last one .. you know I'm kidding, right?

Please understand that I'm kidding.

Please don't kill me.

[traitortwin]

[You are on thin ice, sir. Thin ice.

She crosses her arms, lets out an exasperated sigh. She's still glaring at him, but the threat of physical violence has passed. Lucky for you, man. Then, she holds out her hand and gives him an expectant look.

Just hand over the drugs... and no one gets hurt. Maybe.]

[decrypts]

[so, uh .. hey .. about that medicine .. how about he gives it to you for free? not that he wouldn't have anyway, but .. yeah.

he's terrified for his life right now.

so like seriously. he's gonna just be reaching over to hand the drugs over to her, grinning sheepishly all the while.

pleasepleasepleasedon'tkillhimpleasepleaseplease.] So how about you get this first dose free of charge? You need any more .. the doctor is always in.

[traitortwin]

[She takes them with a smirk and a nod, and immediately swallows the dose. That might be a small smile on her face, or it could just be your imagination...

Oh look, out comes the notebook again.]

"I'll take some to North + Wash."

[You know, unless he's already got plans or something.]

[decrypts]

[yeah. he sees that. he doesn't care if she's smiling or not, because even if she is, it only means that he's managed to dodge another hit for the time being.

he really needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut. or .. just watch what he says.

but he nods, hands over some more medicine.] By all means .. take what you need. Want me to come with?

[unless, of course, she just wants to go alone, or something.]

[traitortwin]

[She takes it, with another nod.

And then she just shrugs. Come if you want, or don't. She's not going to stop you, but she's also not waiting around. She's got a brother to take care of.]

[decrypts]

Ah, never mind .. you've probably got things covered, don't you?

[there's something that tells him that she wants to be the one to take care of her brother, and that he doesn't need to be around for it. wash might be another story altogether, but .. hey, if she doesn't need him, then he's not going to make a nuisance of himself.] Just .. come get me if you need anything.

[traitortwin]

[Another shrug... suit yourself. She nods and turns to go... but she hesitates.

... Okay, one last scribble of something in the notebook, and then she rips out the page and hands it to him. But the second he takes it, she's seriously gone this time.

Because it says, "Thanks". ... Yep. Now was that so hard, South??

Better treasure that. Or if you value your life, throw it away. She's never going to own up to it.]

[decrypts]

[he's fully expecting her to leave without anything else between them - so when she turns, presses that piece of paper into his hand, he has to actually stop and look down at it to make sure he hadn't made it up.

like he could magically make a piece of paper materialize in his hand, or something. don't ask questions.

but she's gone before he can look up again, and the word on the page makes him smile, though he's never going to admit as much.

because both of them have a little too much pride for that, don't they?

so he folds it up and puts it into the bag he'd brought back from the mother of invention with his procured medical supplies. no one has to know it's there.

and he doesn't have to say "you're welcome" because by now, it's just a moot point.]