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A much-needed confession [Open, especially for Medical people!]

He'd put this off for far too long, for various reason which were, when he came down to it, simple cowardice. Fear of prejudice, fear of isolation... Nevertheless, the time had come to admit the truth.

So Lupin went to the med bay, seeking out a Healer -- best make it two or more, in case the worst should ever happen -- and hoping he could trust in a reasonable level of confidentiality.

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Jr. admitted that he was curious. After that run-in with the crazy chick who tried to steal his powers, he wondered if she had targeted anybody else, leaving them not as lucky as he had been. He was far from the only person on the ship who had any sort of ability like that, so he worried a bit. He only hoped someone had subdued her by now.

And there somebody else who would have fell into the category of people Signum was attacking. Or maybe even did, he was in med bay after all. "Remus!" he called with a small smile but an overall curious look.

If he had been attacked, he seemed none the worse for wear. Merely somewhat glum, rather than injured or frantic. Still, at the friendly voice he offered a wan smile and a courteous nod. "Everything well, I hope?"

"Yeah! Um, mostly." He looked around the med bay.

"You're okay, right? There was someone going around trying to attack people who had different sorts of powers..." he rubbed the back of his head. "So I'm not sure how many other people ran into her."

"Either I was very fortunate or being a wizard such as I am did not qualify," Lupin said cautiously. In his experience, 'good fortune' was a rare and fickle thing, not to be trusted.

"Sounds like good luck. I remember she told me 'I'm here for your magic power!'" he mimicked in his best female voice. "She was running around the city, so I was just checking to see if anyone else might've seen her, or needed any help."

"Ah, that would explain it. I haven't been in the City very much lately, you see." Most of his time had been spent in private, working up the nerve to make this visit.

"Good. I wouldn't try it anyway if she's still running around out there." Jr. was sure Lupin would be targeted if he did.

"So what's up? Not visiting a friend here, are you? With all the stuff that's happened over the last few weeks, I mean..."

"I haven't made the acquaintance of all that many people on the ship," he said, amused. "No... truth be told, there are certain matters I should have brought to the attention of the Healers here some time ago, just in case."

"Certain matters?" he repeated, expression changing ever so slightly to a more adult-like, serious, attentive look. He hoped nothing serious was wrong.

"You're not hurt or something, are you? I can help if there's something up!"

Luis was only feeling a little guilty for raiding medical for supplies for the third time in a week. It wasn't as though he was wasting them, per se. Just that those snails on his desk showed the amazing ability to eat through petri dishes with an astounding rate of speed. It was the most interesting thing he'd discovered about them in ages.

He glanced up from the cabinet he was raiding, watching the man coming inside. "Hola. Something I can help you with?"

Really, lately it felt like he spent more time in the med-bay than he did on the TARDIS. He barely saw Amy when she wasn't sleeping. But someone needed to be here, and with so few...well, it wouldn't be the first time he'd worked long hours in a crisis. The situation would be resolved and he would make make sure she didn't feel neglected.

He'd been reading, relaxed in a chair, quiet and waiting for someone to need medical - or, as felt likely, recently, for the next crisis to make itself known - when the gentleman entered. "Hello, sir, are you injured? Do I need to call a doctor?" He rose, setting aside the book and scanning the man for visible injuries. Nothing jumped out at him, no signs of blood or anything obvious. But that didn't mean he hadn't been infected with whatever was causing the deaging hullabaloo.

"Quite the opposite, spending time on this ship seems to have done wonders for my health," he said, wryly. "No, it is another matter entirely."

It may perhaps be obvious, at this point, that he was attempting to stall.

"Good day," he said politely, with a smile that, despite the situation, managed to be genuine. "I was hoping to speak with a Healer, or the Muggle equivalent, I'm afraid I've quite forgotten the term they use."

"Doctor... that is the Muggle term for Healer, isn't it," he said, half to himself, with a smile. "I apologize, I can never remember. It is not urgent, no need to call anyone away from anything important, I simply need to make the department aware of certain matters regarding myself."

"A doctor or something like that," Luis confirmed. "Well, I'm actually from the Science department across the hall, but if it's an emergency I can see what I can do?"

Jr. tilted his head curiously. The way he said that was weird ... just in case? Another matter entirely? It was really the just in case that nagged at him, it almost sounded dangerous. "Is everything okay? You're making it sound pretty ominous."

He knew very little of this 'science' and even less of its practical manifestations. What Lupin did know is that he had screwed up his courage to come and make this confession, and it was important to do so. Someone needed to know. He was a potential danger to everyone and he could not allow himself to pretend otherwise.

"It is not an emergency, but it is something I should have dealt with some time ago," he said as firmly as he could manage. "I was not entirely truthful during my medical examination when I should have been, and I need to correct that. The truth of the matter is that I am a werewolf, and enough of the people here should know that in case I endanger anyone."

There. He had said it. (It was certainly a testament to his particular view of things that he expected his words to be immediately understood.)

"More for myself than anyone else, at present, and I hope it stays that way," he said. Steeling himself, he added as evenly as possible, "I haven't been entirely truthful. I have not been as forthcoming as I should have been about being a werewolf."

"Muggle? But yes, we have Doctors and medics here, I'm a nurse, but I can make changes to your file, Mr. ?" He pulled one of the flat holographic displays up, marveling as always at the ease of use. "Really, it's good to keep us informed of anything that might interfere with or change treatment. I wish more of the crew was as forthcoming. It will, of course, remain within medical."

"The... the, the, not the Aurors." He waved a hand about awkwardly, trying to remember the term. "Security. They probably ought to know too. Remus Lupin is the name, and I am a werewolf."

And with that, Jr.'s eyebrows raised. But that was really the extent of it - he'd heard some crazier things in his days, so didn't have many crazy-strong reactions to hearing things like that. A werewolf, though? That was certainly something he'd only seen and read in fiction.

"A werewolf? Really?" was all he could manage to reply with.

Luis looked impressed, actually. "A werewolf? Really?" He thought to ask a million prodding personal questions about it, but then it occurred to him that he was in med bay and not in his own research lab, and here it was kind of rude to give people the third degree when they came looking for help.

"You wouldn't be the first we've had, if I recall," Luis replied a moment later, after bringing himself back down from Science Town. "What's the nature of your condition, then? How often, how dangerous... that kind of thing."

"Yes," he said, looking down. "I'm afraid it was fairly common knowledge back home. I found the... acceptance here comforting. Too much so, I'm afraid, as it led me to this poor decision. I've made quite the embarrassment of myself."

"Really? I hadn't heard there were other wizards aboard -- from Earth, I mean. I had not thought there might be werewolves elsewhere." His rather limited perception on the matter couldn't help but color his imagination.

"But I am not particularly different than any other werewolf. The light of the full moon changes me, and those I bite who survive during that time will also be infected. I had pretended that I was safe, with no moon here to cause me to change, but I can't truly think that will last forever."

"Embarrassment? It's not really something to be embarrassed about," Jr. mused outloud. "What, is it not as accepted where you're from?"

He had an idea about what something like that could entail, but it was just guesswork and assumptions on his end - Jr. figured it was better to ask about it.

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