flybywash: (curious)
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Iiiiiit's inventory time!

If only that were half as exciting as the narration implies.

Datapad in hand and stylus behind his ear, Wash sticks his head into the infirmary and asks, "Simon, you got your check sheet done yet?"

Date: 2006-07-23 08:22 pm (UTC)
simon_doctor: (businesslike doctor)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"Just about," says Simon from behind the cabinet door, around the pen in his teeth.

He sets down the last three canisters of foam bandage, takes the pen out of his mouth, notes down the final figure, and closes the cabinet. "One more drawer to tally and I'm through."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:01 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (sidelong)
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"No, actually," says Simon mildly. "I was going to ask you if you thought Naomi might like it, after I've detached the heart."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:24 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (businesslike doctor)
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"Don't be silly." It's perfectly deadpan, said sideways as he bends to open the last drawer for inventory. "Zoe would never stand for it."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:29 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (neutral)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"If you wouldn't mind?" He hands Wash the check sheet and the pen, and starts at the back of the drawer. "Surgical tape, three complete rolls, one partially used roll."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:38 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (profile)
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"On the plus side, it doesn't look like we need anything we can't afford. Ah, disposable syringes, two."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:48 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (sidelong)
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"Premeasured doses of adrenaline, five. Cherries keep better."

Date: 2006-07-24 02:59 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (pleased)
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A last few items ticked off, and Simon closes the drawer.

"And ... we're good."

Date: 2006-07-24 03:08 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (neutral)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
Absolutely toneless: "I'm so happy to hear it."

A pause.

"It's not exactly a secret admirer. I mean. I know who it is."

Date: 2006-07-24 03:25 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (dark and serious)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"And I'm not sure admirer is the right word --"

He gives up, with a sigh.

"Back... last month, you remember how Crowley was able to get a message through to us, on the Kelowna?"

Date: 2006-07-24 03:35 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (profile)
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"There was this guard. And I wondered how Crowley persuaded him to carry a message -- he could be court-martialed for that. Imprisoned himself. If it came out."

He's shaking his head slowly.

"Apparently there's a family connection. From ... rather a long time back."

Date: 2006-07-24 03:42 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (serious)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"About five hundred."

A pause.

"Apparently ... I know this is hard to believe, but if Crowley was telling me the truth, then apparently this man's a descendant of Bernard and Tonks."

Date: 2006-07-24 03:51 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (neutral)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
Simon nods. "And I can't think he'd have any reason to lie to me about it --"

Date: 2006-07-24 04:11 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (ohhhhh crap)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
Simon starts to answer, and stops.

Because he's suddenly remembering a stay at Crowley's flat on Lavinia. Remembering having to tell Wash that the surgery to fix his leg had encountered complications; remembering Wash avoiding his eyes, compulsively straightening the papers in the box at his bedside --

-- and it's funny, he's never really looked at the set of Wash's eyes before, the laughter-lines around them --

"...jiàn tā de guĭ."

Date: 2006-07-24 04:22 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (WTF?)
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"But --"

Simon's staring.

"You --"

Possibly coming as close as he's capable to spluttering.

"How?"

Date: 2006-07-24 04:44 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (face. palm.)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
More staring.

Simon runs a hand over his face.

"You do realize what this means?"

Date: 2006-07-24 04:55 am (UTC)
simon_doctor: (face. palm.)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"All of that. Wash, how long have you known all this?"

Date: 2006-07-24 03:41 pm (UTC)
simon_doctor: (tee hee)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"Uncle Andy."

Simon's shaking his head, and starting to laugh -- helplessly, and almost soundlessly.

"The note from Chao mentioned an Uncle Andy. I knew that had to be Crowley, I just didn't...."

Date: 2006-07-24 07:58 pm (UTC)
simon_doctor: (profile)
From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
"Does Bernard know?" Simon asks suddenly.

Date: 2006-07-24 08:27 pm (UTC)
simon_doctor: (face. palm.)
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Simon pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers as though to stave off an incipient headache.

"Our lives are so very strange," he says fervently.

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