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 Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:41 pm
Being an intermediate hadn't provided a lot new and exciting slew of responsibilities- at least not as many as one might hope. There was less linen cleaning, lab duty and sheet changing, perhaps; but there was a lot more paperwork. Wash was standing at a modest counter near the entrance to the infirmary, filling out a requisition on bandages.
Apparently, someone interred within was a veritable mummy.
He filled out the paperwork slowly, and with perhaps an exaggerated display of care. It was so easy, to simplify a day into a series of insignificant moments. To be careful. Precise. He hadn't even thought to ask the patient's name. It wasn't Sasha; it wasn't Jerry, probably - at least, he didn't hear any singing or guitar playing. Maybe it was one of the others.
Jordan, Ami, Rin, Harrison, Otter-
Wait. That wasn't really a name, was it? He paused and glanced away for a moment; but the thought eluded him, and he eventually returned to his patient scrawl.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:57 pm
The further that Sasha moved from Rep's infirmary room, the quicker her pace became. She half expected Harrison to chase after her. Then again, it was unlikely that he would leave Rep's side, considering the Sun hunter's current position on the floor.
That particular thought brought a smile to her lips.
Her cheeks were flushed when she happened upon Wash, adrenaline still high. Sasha paused when she first caught sight of him. Tall, dark, handsome, and hers. She bit her lower lip, stopping in her tracks as she drank him in. He was beautiful.
Slipping an arm around his waist as she drew up close, Sasha let out a low purr.
"Busy?"
She wasn't sure what she had in mind. Part of her wanted to devour him, and part of her wanted to collapse in his arms, weeping.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:03 pm
Without a thought, he entwined his arm above hers. He was careful to cross his T's and dot his I's before laying the pen down, but he couldn't stop the warm smile that spread across his face.
"Never for you, ma'am." It was like a switch had been flipped, and he was 'on' again, warm and vital and alive.
It was a dark and somewhat disturbing thought, and he put it aside.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:25 pm
Sasha immediately felt safe, secure. Almost normal.
"Good. Can we get out of here?"
Her voice was tinged with urgency, a smile toying with her lips. She watched a small herd of nurses take off down the hall. Sasha shifted on her feet.
"Somewhere private."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:32 pm
He lifted a brow in concern. She looked flustered, flushed - he'd failed to notice, at first. Took it for granted, maybe.
"'Course." He ushered her out, and his feet did the rest.
"Mine, or yours?" He inquired politely, as the reached the dormitory doors.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:39 pm
She didn't speak, letting her feet relay the message she wanted to convey.
His.
It'd been so long since she'd slept in her own room.
Sasha had no interest in keeping secrets from Wash.
It didn't take long for them to reach his room, and soon after they were inside, the door closed securely behind them.
Sasha gave him a small smile as she removed her jacket and scarf.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:46 pm
He watched her, drinking in her movements. A drowning man, dying of thirst.
After a moment Wash laid his own coat and folded it neatly on his dresser, returning her smile with a small twitch of his lips. She still had an effect on him, and he approached her slowly, inexorably. A moth drawn to flame.
"Well." This was as private as they would get.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:53 pm
Sasha pressed her hand to his chest, keeping her distance. She feared that she'd get distracted by him. It was so easy to do, but now wasn't the time.
"I have something to tell you."
Her smile faltered.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 8:57 pm
The hand against his chest, her tone - it was unusual, to say the least. When had it been, since they'd last really talked?
"Alright."
A pause.
"You can tell me anythin', okay?" He smiled, but his eyes were searching.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 7:28 am
Sasha nearly lost herself as she peered up at him, furrows forming between her eyebrows. She believed the words he spoke, held them close, hoped that he could understand, maybe even help.
"The flute. You remember the hopes I had."
She exhaled shakily.
"It's not... working."
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 9:22 am
He didn't say anything for a moment, just inhaled deeply and blew out through his nose.
"Okay," Wash rumbled, calmly. If only he could share it with her, this calm. An endless sea of stillness.
His put his hand over hers.
"What're you gonna do about it?"
Didn't they have a therapist, here? Wasn't he - oh yeah. Till death do us part.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 9:34 am
Sasha cleared her throat and pursed her lips, her eyes dropping to take in the sight of his hand pressed to hers against his chest.
"Wash," Sasha halted, inhaling deeply. "He makes me crazy."
She hoped that he would understand. She didn't want to have to say his name, not here. She didn't want to have to explain herself.
There was a sudden rush of shame that clenched her throat.
"I was on duty today in the infirmary. I saw that he was there. I.. couldn't help myself."
Her jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as she lifted her eyes to meet his - the action was almost defiant.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 10:02 am
He makes me crazy.
Wash's brow crinkled in confusion, but her next words provided a kind of terrible clarity.
He didn't remove his hand, but he tensed.
"What happened?" He intoned quietly. He could feel his heart thudding methodically against the palm of her hand. Suddenly close contact had become important, and he absently massaged the back of her hand. It was what he did, right? A rock. Stoic, unmoving.
Why not this, too? Just one more thing to lose, for a man made up of lost things.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 10:13 am
She bit her lip. Sasha knew she would crumble, shatter into a million pieces if she saw that look of hurt etched on his features again. The only time anything made any sense was when she was with Wash - and things were thrown into a beautiful chaos when with Rep.
Sasha was a selfish woman.
"Things were fine - I was in control, I know the rules, just like he does." The words sounded crazy as they fell from her lips, even to her. "I wasn't expecting him to have another visitor - and things very nearly spun out of control. Harrison."
Her shoulders fell. Her eyes dropped.
"I need.." No, not need. Need was a word filled with weakness. Sasha's brow wrinkled - she needed Wash. Needed his softness, his gentleness, him. She wanted Rep. Wanted that sick and twisted intimacy that he could give her.
"We.. understand each other. It's just this vicious cycle, and I know it. But.. it helps."
She shook her head slightly before lifting her eyes to search his.
"I can't lose you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 10:38 am
Harrison.
He was a hunter. He was also a dangerous man, if what little time they'd spent together was any indicator. He was clean, efficient; black and white - something he could handle.
Not like the rest of her revelations.
"He's gonna be trouble." Wash paused.
Help. What did that even mean? He felt - wasn't sure how he felt. There was a distant rumble in the dark, empty spaces of his mind.
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