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ax_mainGoody and Pam try to hold it together while the rescue missions take place.
"I know it ain't ideal," Goody insisted, handing Pam a cigarette. "But it's all we got for now. If we gotta smoke three packs, so be it. I told Billy I'd stay with you and I mean to."
"I don't need a babysitter," Pam replied automatically, though she accepted the cigarette. Thanks to whatever it was that Dr. McCoy had given her in the infirmary, her head had mostly stopped spinning, but the frequency with which she was flickering was enough to indicate that she wasn't anywhere near as calm as she was pretending to be. "I need to go get Alex. I should've tried getting Lance to yell at Scott." Because Alex's brother had been a total ass about it. As if a minor concussion was any big deal when Alex was missing. She couldn't see him staying behind if it'd been Jean.
"No, but I need a babysitter," Goody said easily. He held out his lighter, flame on, for her. "Scott strikes me as the kind of guy impervious to yelling. The good news is, he also strikes me as the kind of guy who does what he needs to, to get the job done." Including recruiting Billy, for which Goody wasn't sure he could forgive the guy. Not that Billy had needed help, just that it was easier to blame someone other than Billy--and someone Goody didn't especially like. Lord knew he needed an outlet for his rage, just then.
Pam gave Goody a skeptical look as she leaned in to light her cigarette, then grimaced as she let the smoke roll around the back of her mouth before exhaling it. Thank fuck for nicotine. "Oh, he'll get it done. He's Alex's brother, and he's got Billy, Eileen and Pyro with him. Fuck, Eileen could take the bastards out all on her own and get Alex back. It's just I should be there." Especially considering she'd let him be captured to begin with. She started to fade out again, dug her nails into her palm, and winced. Fuck, that was really starting to hurt, but the pain grounded her enough that she appeared solid again. For a little while, anyway.
"I know it. But it is what it is, though it be unfortunate." He frowned at Pam's hands. "Y'know, I hear ice works. Instead of pain, that is." Not necessarily for this sort of thing, but in terms of general self-harm...
"I'll try that, sometime." Pam made a face, then shrugged. He meant well, she knew, but she wasn't about to chance it. Not now, when there was too much hanging on her holding it together. "I know this works. And I need to be visible when they call. I'll bug Simon for bandages later." She took another drag off her cigarette, tilted her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes. "Fuck. I wonder if Tommy's roommate fed Pita." Which didn't have anything to do with anything, but then, she wasn't exactly thinking straight anyway.
"Let's go and check," Goody suggested, smoke curling out of his mouth with it. "After we finish smoking, that is.
"You hurt yourself often, or just to keep from flickering?"
She reopened her eyes, debating whether or not an all out glare was in order, but decided it wasn't. He was babysitting, yeah, but not in the "If I leave her alone she might kill someone" way. He actually gave a shit. Or Billy did, anyway, close enough. "Only when I'm trying not to disappear," she said curtly, then reclosed her eyes.
Goody figured that was good. They all come out of that place the first time with enough damage; he could only hope Alex and the others wouldn't find too much more this time. At least this rescue was fast, since someone knew they disappeared, this time. He sucked hard on his cigarette and changed the subject. "How'm I gonna do this every time Billy goes out with X-Force? I'll chew my own arm off."
Surprised and relieved by the change of subject, Pam reopened her eyes and quirked a smile. "I know, right? The boss took Alex along on a few missions without me - let's face it, he's got a hell of a lot more firepower. Drove me fucking insane, sitting back at the base and waiting for a call to open a portal." She shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. And you don't. It just sucks."
"I gotta find something useful to do--even if it means waiting around like that." Goody frowned after another puff of smoke. "I got a good tactical eye, at least. That's gotta be helpful. Somehow."
"Which is what you'd probably be doing it Billy hadn't told you to babysit." Pam gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry. If you wanta go, I'll be okay."
Goody shook his head. "I'd just be in the way; I ain't a part of that machine. But if Billy stays in, I need to find a way to get in."
Pam let out a soft snort. "There's both X-Geeks and Brotherhood in there," she pointed out. "I'm not sure there's a machine. I'm just amazed no one's killed each other yet. But you've got a point; I'm not sure I'd want to walk into there right now, either."
Goody took one last, long pull on his cigarette, then squashed the butt on the homemade smoker's port. "Small mercies, at least, as balm for our overwhelming skin-crawling pain."
"It's something." Pam took one last drag off the cigarette, then put hers out as well and got to her feet. If she sat still any longer, she was going to curl up - better to get moving. She grimaced. "Want to come with me to feed the cat? We can come back and smoke more after."
Goody nodded and opened the door for her. "Animals are good company, at times like this. Had an old cat who'd ignore humans all day long to sit in a sunbeam--but when I was upset she'd curl right up on my lap. Make my sisters jealous."
"Pita's the best," Pam agreed as she stepped through the door. "She comes and climbs in my lap, even if I'm invisible. And just kinda looks at me." She bit at her lip. "I kinda need that right now," she admitted very quietly.
"I feel you, my friend." Goody followed her inside. "Let's track down that cat and get us some cuddles."
Pam nodded and headed towards the stairs. It sounded like a good idea to her.
"I know it ain't ideal," Goody insisted, handing Pam a cigarette. "But it's all we got for now. If we gotta smoke three packs, so be it. I told Billy I'd stay with you and I mean to."
"I don't need a babysitter," Pam replied automatically, though she accepted the cigarette. Thanks to whatever it was that Dr. McCoy had given her in the infirmary, her head had mostly stopped spinning, but the frequency with which she was flickering was enough to indicate that she wasn't anywhere near as calm as she was pretending to be. "I need to go get Alex. I should've tried getting Lance to yell at Scott." Because Alex's brother had been a total ass about it. As if a minor concussion was any big deal when Alex was missing. She couldn't see him staying behind if it'd been Jean.
"No, but I need a babysitter," Goody said easily. He held out his lighter, flame on, for her. "Scott strikes me as the kind of guy impervious to yelling. The good news is, he also strikes me as the kind of guy who does what he needs to, to get the job done." Including recruiting Billy, for which Goody wasn't sure he could forgive the guy. Not that Billy had needed help, just that it was easier to blame someone other than Billy--and someone Goody didn't especially like. Lord knew he needed an outlet for his rage, just then.
Pam gave Goody a skeptical look as she leaned in to light her cigarette, then grimaced as she let the smoke roll around the back of her mouth before exhaling it. Thank fuck for nicotine. "Oh, he'll get it done. He's Alex's brother, and he's got Billy, Eileen and Pyro with him. Fuck, Eileen could take the bastards out all on her own and get Alex back. It's just I should be there." Especially considering she'd let him be captured to begin with. She started to fade out again, dug her nails into her palm, and winced. Fuck, that was really starting to hurt, but the pain grounded her enough that she appeared solid again. For a little while, anyway.
"I know it. But it is what it is, though it be unfortunate." He frowned at Pam's hands. "Y'know, I hear ice works. Instead of pain, that is." Not necessarily for this sort of thing, but in terms of general self-harm...
"I'll try that, sometime." Pam made a face, then shrugged. He meant well, she knew, but she wasn't about to chance it. Not now, when there was too much hanging on her holding it together. "I know this works. And I need to be visible when they call. I'll bug Simon for bandages later." She took another drag off her cigarette, tilted her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes. "Fuck. I wonder if Tommy's roommate fed Pita." Which didn't have anything to do with anything, but then, she wasn't exactly thinking straight anyway.
"Let's go and check," Goody suggested, smoke curling out of his mouth with it. "After we finish smoking, that is.
"You hurt yourself often, or just to keep from flickering?"
She reopened her eyes, debating whether or not an all out glare was in order, but decided it wasn't. He was babysitting, yeah, but not in the "If I leave her alone she might kill someone" way. He actually gave a shit. Or Billy did, anyway, close enough. "Only when I'm trying not to disappear," she said curtly, then reclosed her eyes.
Goody figured that was good. They all come out of that place the first time with enough damage; he could only hope Alex and the others wouldn't find too much more this time. At least this rescue was fast, since someone knew they disappeared, this time. He sucked hard on his cigarette and changed the subject. "How'm I gonna do this every time Billy goes out with X-Force? I'll chew my own arm off."
Surprised and relieved by the change of subject, Pam reopened her eyes and quirked a smile. "I know, right? The boss took Alex along on a few missions without me - let's face it, he's got a hell of a lot more firepower. Drove me fucking insane, sitting back at the base and waiting for a call to open a portal." She shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. And you don't. It just sucks."
"I gotta find something useful to do--even if it means waiting around like that." Goody frowned after another puff of smoke. "I got a good tactical eye, at least. That's gotta be helpful. Somehow."
"Which is what you'd probably be doing it Billy hadn't told you to babysit." Pam gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry. If you wanta go, I'll be okay."
Goody shook his head. "I'd just be in the way; I ain't a part of that machine. But if Billy stays in, I need to find a way to get in."
Pam let out a soft snort. "There's both X-Geeks and Brotherhood in there," she pointed out. "I'm not sure there's a machine. I'm just amazed no one's killed each other yet. But you've got a point; I'm not sure I'd want to walk into there right now, either."
Goody took one last, long pull on his cigarette, then squashed the butt on the homemade smoker's port. "Small mercies, at least, as balm for our overwhelming skin-crawling pain."
"It's something." Pam took one last drag off the cigarette, then put hers out as well and got to her feet. If she sat still any longer, she was going to curl up - better to get moving. She grimaced. "Want to come with me to feed the cat? We can come back and smoke more after."
Goody nodded and opened the door for her. "Animals are good company, at times like this. Had an old cat who'd ignore humans all day long to sit in a sunbeam--but when I was upset she'd curl right up on my lap. Make my sisters jealous."
"Pita's the best," Pam agreed as she stepped through the door. "She comes and climbs in my lap, even if I'm invisible. And just kinda looks at me." She bit at her lip. "I kinda need that right now," she admitted very quietly.
"I feel you, my friend." Goody followed her inside. "Let's track down that cat and get us some cuddles."
Pam nodded and headed towards the stairs. It sounded like a good idea to her.
