trans_9 | Melting Clock: Med Bay's First Arrivals

Things had been running as usual down in the med-bay, and to first appearances, this week wasn't going to be different.

But first appearances could be deceiving. This week was going to be different. And as the next few days passed by, the Medical Department was going to find that they now had quite a situation on their hands.

[[ooc: Okay, so this post is just for the affected characters who go into the Med-Bay before Quarantine, the Medical peeps who volunteered, and also the people who bring in said affected characters. If you've already organised who you'll thread with for this, just put their names in the subject line. If you're happy for any of the Medical guys to tag in, then just put "Open". There's also an ooc planning post for this if you want to try and plot for this.

Also, please note that both in terms of the timeline, both Kon and Jeka will be the last two to be brought in, regardless of thread order - they're essentially the ones who'll show up right before Quarantine, and be the ones that clue in Medical as to what's really happening here.]]

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"I'm fast. Superspeed--though I'm not as fast as the guys where speed is their main power, like my friend Kid Flash. If what happened before happens again and my mind gets borked, I could kill someone in a heartbeat," he admitted ruefully. "It's just...safer this way until we know what's wrong with me and whether that can happen again."

His voice got quieter.

"I don't want to hurt anybody. Good guys aren't supposed to hurt innocent people."

Sakura knew from firsthand experience that the damage powerful people could do while not in control of themselves or their actions was immense, and how it hurt later when they realized what had happened in the interim. Naruto, for one. Measures had always been taken to ensure he didn't lose control to the nine-tails, but they weren't always effective. For all she'd tried to spare him the pain of knowing some of what had happened back at Kabuto's bridge, she figured Yamato had told him the truth. He'd been too skittish in looking at her arm afterward, while the burns and chakra poisoning slowly healed.

"No," she agreed, "They aren't." She glanced over at Rob sleeping nearby. "And it's because they're the good guys that they have the friends and means to keep that from happening. You're in good hands." She wouldn't say it couldn't happen again, but he had people willing to stay by him. Some were bound to be able to keep him from doing exactly what he didn't want to.

His eyes darted over to Red Robin.

"Yeah. I guess I am."

They'd made a promise, him and Robin, after seeing what they could possiby become, a promise to not let each be the worst they could be. It was a promise he'd forget soon, but right now, it gave him comfort.

"For a clone, I haven't done bad for myself in building a life of my own. Got a lot of good people that put up with me for some reason."

"Is there some rule that says clones can't?" She straightened back up, focusing on his red-lit face. "Better?"

"Better, thanks."

In answer to her question, he said, "It's not what we're made for."

That thought was weighing heavily on his mind after the trying-to-kill-people thingy, thought of the fact that him doing that was what he was made for.

"People make clones as tools to do things for them. As weapons. So it's kinda something special when you make your own life despite all that."

What a familiar sounding story, if half the people who fit it back home weren't cloned to be weapons. Just born or manipulated that way. "Then it's all the more amazing that you have, right? What you were intended to be shouldn't dictate who you decide to be."

She smiled, feeling grim. So many reminders. "I'm glad it hasn't."

"Yeah. I guess."

He squirmed a little in his restraints and while he sounded like he believed on the surface, his voice was a little hollow.

"Only guess?" Still, she didn't say anything more on the subject. Sakura wasn't all that gifted at bolstering people's confidence in their own ability to achieve even when she'd known them for years. She never really needed to, not around Naruto and Sasuke.

"On the subject of tossing ninjas across rooms," she said, backtracking, "Sometime after this gets figured out, I'd love to see your technique for that in person."

"Oh, really?" he asked, with a slight smirk. "Only thing is I worry about going toe to toe with people with no powers. I'm pretty fast and I hit like a mack truck."

"I'm not so slow myself," she said with a small shrug of hr shoulders, if it didn't say much as a statement. Something about him smirking (in spite of the situation, really) almost made her want to respond in kind. "And while I have no idea what a mack truck is, I have a feeling my shishou probably hit harder than one when she wanted to."

"Tell you what," Kon said. "When this is all over, we'll see if we can spar without me knocking your lights out. If we can, I promise I'll even go easy on you. Sound fair?"

"Oh, great, if you can't knock me out you'll go easy on me." Nonetheless, she smiled. Even if it was just words, acknowledging getting past the end of whatever this was counted as good in her mind. "Mmm! Sounds fair to me. Don't go forgetting -- I'll hold you to it."

Melting Clock: Med Bay's First Arrivals

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