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damned_institute2010-12-12 11:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- claire bennet,
- claude,
- indiana jones,
- l,
- lunge,
- mccoy,
- peter parker,
- ranulf,
- ritsu,
- sasuke,
- scar (tlk),
- sechs,
- snow,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- zack
NIGHT 53: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A
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The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the other exit.
Checking down the hall also told her she was alone, and she was suddenly very grateful for the fact that the door to Peter's block was directly to her left, because the longer she spent in the male patient blocks, the more paranoid she grew that she was somehow going to stumble straight into Sylar.
Her pace picked up instantly at that thought and she pushed open the door to the block that Peter had directed her to, hoping his directions were right and that she'd remembered them well enough.
[ to here ]
The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the other exit.
Checking down the hall also told her she was alone, and she was suddenly very grateful for the fact that the door to Peter's block was directly to her left, because the longer she spent in the male patient blocks, the more paranoid she grew that she was somehow going to stumble straight into Sylar.
Her pace picked up instantly at that thought and she pushed open the door to the block that Peter had directed her to, hoping his directions were right and that she'd remembered them well enough.
[ to here ]
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McCoy hoped that, as he walked, he'd find a way to put it behind him just like they had. Even despite what he personally thought of it, he needed to work with Spock and be professional about it. That meant trying to get past it.
It also just wasn't working. His mind was racing, painting various ways that Spock's attempt on Jim's life could have gone down. Spock certainly wasn't going to say what happened and his imagination was more than happy to do the rest. He'd tried to throttle Kirk, that's what that shadow of his had said, and but he was coming up with all sorts of scenarios here. All extremely violent. The worst part was that it didn't matter which scenario his imagination painted up; in every single one, Spock could explain every single one away with a logical reason without batting an eye and sound reasonable, even as he was doing his best to take out Jim.
McCoy's knuckles tightened on the first aid kit as he walked. It was funny that it didn't seem too big a leap to picture Spock doing any amount of those things nowadays.
But Spock always had it in him before, didn't he? First that business with how he punished crew for the smallest infractions (agonizers might not be fatal but they left plenty of other damage on the individual in other ways) to what he did to those that had tried to take his position. Frankly, the agony booth looked like a walk in the park next to what he or his Vulcan operatives could do.
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