trans_9 | A House Divided [Epilogue]

The fighting had finally ended, but not before a lot of damage had been done. A number of people had been injured, but they were being treated now. Winchester had been subdued, but not before he saw the Yeerk dead. The rest of his group had also been taken down and cuffed, with two exceptions. The first being the mysterious redheaded fellow, who had disappeared during the melee. No one could locate him as of yet. The other was Katara, who because of both her age and her healing ability was allowed to helped the wounded, but under close supervision. They of the group were all sat at the edge of the area where the wounded were being treated, under a rather armed (and not at all happy) guard.

He had been informed about what happened to Claire, and while he was dying to rush down to the medbay to see her, he needed to see this through to the end. The fighting had stopped, the insurrectionists had been captured, but there was still one more thing he needed to do to finish this all off.

The doctors didn't need him in the way anyway.

He had sent out a message to get that last part kicked off, though, so that final part would be taken care of soon. Until then, Security was instructed to keep watch over Winchester's group until it was time to move them, and help patch up the walking wounded so the medbay could concentrate only on the more serious cases. He himself simply waited quietly, slightly away from everyone else, holding the pieces of the smashed Yeerkball.

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It's almost creepy, how quickly that bruising is fading, however. It all shrinks in towards the middle, fading to a purple-ish color, and then to that weird gross yellow-green color bruises turn when they're close to being healed.

It's actually not a long wait after that, maybe a few minutes that Yuri has to sit there, until he groans and reaches a hand up to rub the side of his head.

Without opening his eyes, he says, "Scarab...you need to start making the armor around my head thicker--"

There's chittering, and he abruptly sits up, eyes popping open, panicking.

"What did you do?!"

He'll pay attention to you in a minute, Yuri, but he's busy...freaking a little.

Once Katara had quietly checked up on all the people she'd brought to the medical bay, she bee lined straight for Jaime. Of all the people, she had to admit he was the one she was most concerned for. Once she had learned he was one of the injured it had taken everything not to outwardly panic, knowing he might have gotten hurt in all of this. Once she found out HOW he got hurt, and what followed, it was like a kick to the stomach, really. The last thing she knew Jaime wanted to do was hurt anyone, and he had come very, very close thanks to their little rebel faction. Now she just wanted to know he was alright.

Once she reached his bed he saw she had a visitor, a little girl no less. That made sense somehow, that there'd be a little girl watching for him too. She gave her a small nod. Currently, he was in a state of trying to remember what happened, and it didn't look like he was too thrilled.

"Jaime," she said softly. "Relax. Sam bashed you into a building, and then...that thing in you took over, I don't know what you call it. It tried to defend you from Sam and accidently ended up totaling the Yeerk ball. It was a decoy. The Yeerk had never been in danger in the first place. Don't stress yourself out more than you have to, OK? You need rest. You did the right thing today."

She managed to give him a small smile: it was the most she could muster, really.

Yuri is far too anxious to sit, so she continues with the nervous weight shifting and puts Borg down in the chair instead. Her toes point in. There's something disconcerting about how his bruises just kind of disappear. Not that she wants him to be bruised. She gives a nervous little wave to the other girl.

Borg, however, grins baleen, then laughs, a truly disconcerting sound. "You've sure done it!" He says to his symbiont rival. His expression is smug, if you could read such an expression on him.

At the goading, the scarab temporarily usurps control again, Jaime's eyes flash a sinister yellow-orange, and through him, the scarab hisses at the other alien symbiont, before Jaime regains control again and recoils, holding a hand over his eyes.

"Stop it! What is with you?"

After the scarab had shut down and rebooted, it had been missing its personality some, it had been more violent--and it had scared Jaime. On the ship, though it had seemed to be somewhat back to normal, but now it's like that coldness, that controlling-ness, it's starting to leak through. It's scaring him.

He clutches his head and then he's not talking to Katara or Yuri.

"I know I never said not to do that, but I never said you could do that, either. No--" He waves his arms. "--no excuses! It's my body! If you want a timeshare kinda thing where you get some time to motor around on your own, we can do that, but you don't just--just do it without permission, unless it's an emergency, understand? And that wasn't an emergency. And we are having a talk later."

After a moment of listening, there's a sigh. "I'm glad you didn't kill Sam--I'm proud of you for that, because I know you have a lot of trouble controlling your anger--you did the right thing there, but--"

More listening.

"No, but you also still messed up, and there's gonna be consequences."

The scarab relents, and gives the equivalent of a guilty whine, and finally, Jaime looks up at the girls, afraid that he's going to look up to see either of them terrified of him.

Katara wasn't scared, quite the contrary: seeing him like this makes her glad. Now she knew for sure that it had been whatever made Jaime superhuman that had made the decision to kill the fake Yeerk and not Jaime. That wouldn't have made any sense at all.

In fact, Katara attacks him with a hug, despite knowing that he was probably still tender. She doesn't have very much strength at the moment with all of the healing she's done, but its still enough to startle him.

"I'm just so glad you're all right! I heard you had crashed into that building, and I swear, I felt like strangling that Sam guy when I found out! I'm really, really sorry you had to be here for all of this, but at least...at least you're OK!"

Because if he wasn't she would never have forgiven herself.

Seeing the little girl staring on though, she blushed. "Um...hi. I'm Katara. Pleased to meet you."

Yuri takes a few moments to tell Borg to hush and not make Jaime feel any worse no matter how much he thinks Khaji is an unfunny cussword.

After that she joins in the hugpile, grasping him by his other shoulder and squeezing.

"I'm Yuri Otani. Pleased to meet you." She says and gives a little bow when they've finally let him go.

Jaime likes the hugpile. But then he just likes hugs. Katara gets a reassuring pat on the back, and even when Yuri pulls away, he gets up to sit on the edge of the Medbed and reaches out a hand to muss her hair.

"Everyone else is okay, right?"

Katara nodded. "Healing up anyway. Like I said, a few shots were fired thanks to Sam, but most of them are Okay."

She looks down, wanting to say more, but finds it fairly hard. "I...I wasn't on your team though. I wanted it to die. I got scared when I heard about it and I went to kill it. It's not okay, actually. Not at all."

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