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Not The Best Of Days [Closed]

It's a simple repair job. A couple of frayed wires, easily taken care of - even by the Jamie of a few months ago, when he was first learning to to fix this sort of thing. Today, however, he finds himself staring down at the colorful mess in front of him, unable to focus on the task at hand. He feels...odd. Fuzzy-headed, similar to the feeling of not getting enough sleep the night before. Trying to think was like trying to push through a mass of cobwebs spun from some giant spider beastie - his mind able to get free one moment, only to wind up stuck again the next.

With a sigh, he pushes himself out from under the console and sits up, rubbing at his eyes and giving up on the idea of doing the repair for the moment. Maybe a walk to clear his head would be a better idea. He'll not do the department any good while he's like this.

Blindly reaching for the console and pulling himself to his feet, he's unaware that there's been a subtle shift in the length of his hair and sideburns, both of which have just become a little bit shorter. He's caught in a memory - Turner, telling him to grab the radio they need to keep in touch with U.N.I.T. and get it out of here. As he takes a few steps towards the door, a burning sensation runs through his leg, and he lurches forward. Packer and his guards aren't actually here and shooting at him, but the result is much the same. As more of his time slips away, the faint scar on his calf turns back into the bullet wound that it had once been, causing him to inadvertently cry out in pain. Even so, he manages to stumble out of Engineering and into the halls of Stacy, not really thinking about much more then trying to get away before he's fired on again.

((OOC: Closed, but if someone really wants to visit Jamie in medbay after Rory examines him, please PM and I'll set something up.))

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Ronnae was on her way to engineering. She figured she could use the loud tools and focused work to keep herself from thinking too much on Lash's words and Zetta's odd behavior.

The lights on the hallway flickered ominously as if preparing her for something odd. Paying no mind to it, she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a pained cry. Stopping in her tracks she looked as a figure stumbles out of engineering, for a moment she tried to make it out not knowing if it was victim or assailant before she noticed who it was.

"Jamie!" she cried out as she closed the gap between them two in a second or two. Pulling his hand over her shoulder so he could brace himself she looked at him worried.

"W-what happened? Are you okay?" The trail of blood down his leg answers the question for her as she frowns and looks behind into engineering in case whoever shot him was still there.

Not seeing anyone she looked back to him, bright teal eyes full of worry.

"Let's get you to medical a s a p!"

Taking a half-step forward, Jamie reaches out to brace himself against the wall - only to find a person there instead, supporting him. For a second, he thinks it's a certain friend of his, come to help. "Zoe?"

But then he realizes it's not her at all - unless her skin's turned rather green and a few other things have changed. Grimacing slightly, he corrects himself. "Ronnae. Sorry, I..." He shifts, the movement jarring the leg, and nods, his brown eyes clouded with pain. "Medical. Aye."

Leaning on her as much as she lets him, he staggers down the hall with her support until they get to Medbay. He stumbles a little as he goes through the door, and puts too much weight on his injured leg. There's a not-so-muffled exclamation from him at that, and he clutches at Ronnae a little more tightly. This hurts more than he thought it would have.

Rory had been minding the desk. Luck, really, that he had been there at all when Jamie and the woman - the green woman, though he hardly registered that - came limping into medical. Luck, or perhaps the Doctor's form of meddling in the universe. Either way, he had been there when the other TARDIS traveler had come. Which almost seemed too convenient.

"Jamie, what happened? Do I need to call security?" He moved, quick to direct the woman to take Jamie towards one of the beds, pausing to grab supplies before joining the pair. "How deep? Is there is a bullet and is it still inside the wound?" It didn't seem to be bleeding as heavily as it could be, but he still wanted to get pressure applied as quickly as possible.

Ronnae gently moved towards the area indicated, taking great care in helping Jamie onto the bed so he wouldn't be in so much pain.

She looked between the man she hadn't seen before and her friend concerned. Wishing she could have been of more assistance, all she could do was be here for him.

"Who did it Jamie?" she asked concerned, "Are they still around? Did they run?"

It still hurt, but Jamie is able to get up onto the bed well enough - although he closes his eyes briefly to work through the wave of pain that the movement causes him. They soon flicker open, and he tries to focus on both Ronnae and Rory, but so many questions are making it hard for him to do so. Frowning, he tries to sort through the mess. "It was Packer's men, trying to stop us from getting away. But, they broke through the door..."

It doesn't make sense. He remembers being there with The Doctor, Zoe and the others. But Zoe's not here, and the Doctor is different now. And there's no certainly no wooden door in Engineering to be broken through.

He shakes his head, and answers the one he knows he can answer. "The wound's not deep, I don't think. It doesn't feel like there's anything in it but...I don't know for sure."

"Ma'am, please try to stay calm. Jamie, did you go near the clock?" That would be the nearest to normal explanation he could think of.

He must be going mad, if that sounded normal. But it was, he had a reasonable explanation. Even if it was a completely mad one.

He was quick about turning the leg, checking to make sure that nothing of the bullet remained and quickly cleaning the wound and numbing it, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. "Jamie, this is important, if you were near the clock, is there any time before this you were badly hurt? Any time with the Doctor or before the Doctor?" If he was slipping backwards, the leg wound might soon become the least of their problems.

Ronnae frowned and crossed her arms for a moment with a huff. There was a reason she preferred healers over medics... But this was neither here nor there, and she was just being grumpy for no reason...

She turned to Jamie and decided to stay quiet for his sake since it seemed that he was confused, and that the medical staff had questions covered. If anything, the least she could do for her friend, was to be there for him. She took a seat next to his bed and placed a gentle hand on top of his reassuringly.

The clock. Those two words cut through the fog in Jamie's mind, snapping him back into the present. Glancing over to Ronnae, he gives her a meaningful look, then nods to Rory, unhappily. "Aye, there were a few of us, in the city. Just when it went off. It had the strangest chime to it..."

For a second or two, it seems as though he might very well get lost in his own thoughts again, but then the rest of what Rory says sinks in, and he turns a horrified expression to his fellow time traveler. "Before the Doctor? Do ye mean I might lose enough time to get to where I'll not have known him?"

Having not seen Marco lately and not associating Conner with Kon, the implications of what's happening are only just now starting to sink in for Jamie. So while Rory's question is rather important, there's other, more urgent things that come to Jamie's mind, and he reaches out to grab Rory's arm and clutch onto it for a moment, if at all possible.

"Rory, I need to tell ye something now. Amy, too, if ye can find her. It's important."

"More people?" There were times he just wanted to snatch himself bald, the thought of a wider population at risk when they were already stretched so thin... "Ear plugs, remind me to add ear plugs to the panic room."

He nodded. "Haven't you been monitoring the channel, Jamie? People are reverting to childhood. Unless you met the Doctor when you were little, like Amy did, you'll forget him except for on the ship."

He frowned, glancing at the girl with him, then towards the back of the infirmary. "Amy! What's wrong, Jamie? Stay still, she'll be out in a minute. You can tell us both, but if you move around too much, you'll start bleeding again."

Luck would have it that Amy was visiting Rory today (this hour?) of all days (hours). She knew better than to get in the way when Rory was working, especially with the number of people who seemed to come in and out every minute. It wasn't her place to distract while he was working, simply check in and make sure he wasn't working himself completely to death, because then what would be left for her?

Of course, when it was her name he was calling in that urgent tone it probably meant that it was okay for her to be sort-of in the way at this point. "What is it?" Amy's eyes widened as she spotted Jamie, and she moved to help support where she could. "What's happened?"

"Wait what about the clock?" Ronnae asks curiously. Sure she could have been paying attention to the comms... but recently she felt distant. Alone. And much not wanting to do have anything to do with anyone. So she had turned off the thing just so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone.

Once Rory spoke of what was going on, Ronnae looked between both confused. "Like time magic? That seems odd... I haven't felt much different and I heard it alongside Jamie when it went off... I was listening to him play that day..."

Unknown to her however, a year had passed, making her a bit more uncaring, and much in the desire to be alone, untouched and undesired. Conflicting thoughts recently had her wandering the City alone until today's encounter while she was passing engineering.

She didn't recognize the newcomer so she simply stepped back, better to let the people who mattered be upfront, after all, she was a nobody right? At least back then she was... she thought... she didn't understand why the people on the ship treated her differently...

"Aye, but they're working on a way to destroy the clock, are they not? I thought..." He thought they'd be able to fix it before that became an issue. Or, more accurately, the Doctor would be able to fix it. "I thought I'd have more time," he admits, quietly.

When Amy comes out, he looks a little bit relieved, although not much, given the circumstances. "Oh, ye are here. Good. Look, the Doctor wanted me to..." He breaks off as Ronnae steps back, a little perplexed by her reaction. "Ronnae? Hey, you're not leaving, are ye?"

"People who hear it start losing time. It seems to happen at a different speed for everyone who hears it, some end up children almost at once, others linger for while between ages as they go back. The ship's time seems to be preserved, it's only before the ship that things get wrong. Injuries too, they start showing up and acting as though they've just been received. People don't seem to realize they've been losing time, though, that's the rub. It's only those outside or who know they heard the clock that can recognize that it's oocured at all."

He gave a jerky nod in response, examining the wound and trying to decide if he should stitch it up, if Jamie was losing time, it might prove counter productive. "They were working on it when it went off again, though. They don't even know what's happening with it yet." He gave Jamie a quietly sympathetic look. "Yeah, well. I'm sorry, I'll do what I can, but even the Zero Room doesn't seem to slow it down. Jamie, I need you to tell me about any serious injuries that occurred before this. Please."

He looked at the girl, quietly questioning. "Something wrong?"

More time. It was kind of funny, companions of the Doctor sitting here talking about lost time. No matter how much time you seemed to gain with him, you were always losing it, and still ending up in the same place at home. How old was she now, even?

Amy shook the thoughts away, and focused instead on instructions from the Doctor. Doing what he said, however odd, normally worked out for the better, and right about now they seemed like they could use a little Doctor-good. The green girl's shifting away caught up attention fairly quickly, though, and Amy blinked at her. "You don't have to go. We could probably still need your help, if you're willing." Because heaven knew Amy wasn't exactly going to be the best help...

Ronnae looked between them all suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed. She wondered why there were so many conflicting thoughts as to whether she should flee, or stay. On one hand, she didn't want to abandon her friend, specially in the condition she was in... On the other, she wondered how she could have made friends in the first place? She wasn't worth it after all... at least, those were thoughts of a darker time, unbeknown to her at the moment.

She blushed and shook her head hurriedly, stuttering as she tried to reply while not giving too much away, "N-no I wasn't leavin' Jamie. I jus'... I wanted to give you guys space so they c-could help you s'all. D-don' worry I'll be right here." a small timid smile playing on her features.

Hearing that Ronnae isn't planning on leaving helps calm some of Jamie's anxiety over the situation. So while he had been considering trying to get up to go after her, now he stays where he is, lets out a small, somewhat relieved breath, and gets back to what he was trying to say before.

"Good. Now, look...the Doctor said if ye hear the Cloister Bell in the TARDIS, ye need to find River Song. He was very insistent about that."

Honestly, Jamie has no idea why this would be the case, but the Doctor's got to have some reason behind it, he figures. Maybe Rory or Amy would have a better idea there.

Speaking of Rory, though, he seems very insistent about finding out about those past injuries, and maybe the man has a point. If he is losing time then there's a good chance that they may wind up reoccurring, if he's unlucky.

"Ye know as well as I do there's all sorts of things that happen when you're traveling with the Doctor, Rory." He scratches his head for a moment, trying to think of what would qualify. He's been knocked unconscious rather a lot from various gases - and that sap, the one time. But he came through those fairly unscathed. Then there times he was involved in fighting their various enemies. The only one he can think of out of those that was bad enough to be worrisome was when he wound up paralyzed. "The worst was that time with the Ice Warriors, and that weapon of theirs."

"The what?" He glanced at Amy, uncertain if he should know that or not. The Doctor had a habit of telling her more, they'd had longer to share, after all. "What's River got to do with it?"

He frowned, making a motion to Amy. "Amy, could you put on a pair of gloves and keep pressure on this? If it stands a chance of getting worse, I want to be prepared. Jamie, where was the wound and how badly were you hurt?" He was already pulling out bandages, anything Jamie felt worth mentioning wouldn't be a flesh wound.

As long as the girl seemed sorted out and wasn't going to disappear as soon as they turned their backs, Amy was willing to let the questioning drop. The poor thing looked a little more than embarrassed about being called out on her attempt at escape. That was enough, no need to completely traumatize her.

Amy blinked at the orders given from Jamie, and gave at Rory a quick glance out of the corner of her eye before setting to what she was told. "River does know the TARDIS pretty well," she answered, grabbing the nearest pair of gloves and shoving them on. Too big, oh well. With a grimace that was partly disgust and mostly sympathy, Amy pressed a clean cloth onto Jamie's leg and applied (what she hoped was) the necessary amount of pressure. "But the cloister bell, right. Anything else?"

Ronnae took a moment to relax and get over the moment so she could focus again. A chair was pulled next to Jamie so she could sit besides her friend. Thoughts, questions and concerns of her own began racing through her mind as the three spoke of the occurrence and the investigations as well as the things involved with the Doctor which made her wonder if they all knew each other from their previous worlds.

When the pressure was going go be applied, Ronnae placed a hand on Jamie's and smiled warmly at him, just in case it hurt and he needed something to focus on. She gave him a light squeeze and waited for the group to continue helping her friend.

Ronnae's gesture would have been appreciated normally, but the fact was, the wound no longer hurt. Unfortunately, there was a specific reason for this, as once again Jamie loses more time. Underneath the compress the bullet wound reverses itself, the flesh knitting together and becoming smooth, with no hint of a scar. Apart from that, the change is still a very subtle thing.

That is, until a very confused Jamie looks at the others, trying to figure out why they're helping him when there's someone else who needs it much more than he does.

"Look, why are ye fussing over me? Those warriors have Victoria! I've got to get to her!" Pulling himself free from Ronnae and Amy, he swings his legs off the medbay bed, and pushes himself to his feet, determined to get to her...and promptly half-collapses before managing to grab on to the bed and stop his fall. He turns a rather panicked look back to the others, before focusing on Rory.

"My legs! I can't feel my...Rory, I can't stand!"

Rory frowned, puzzling over the matter before dismissing it for the moment. He'd ask River later, if he got the chance, or Amy would.

He'd been coming back, arms full of medical supplies, which were quickly sat down when Jamie started to panic "Steady, back into bed, and remind me later that if this ever happens again, we get a full medical disclosure of past injuries." The last was tossed over his shoulder to Amy, frown never relaxing. "Who is Victoria, Jamie? Is she one of the Doctor's companions? She's asleep, nobody has her. I give you my word that she's safe. Lay down and let me look at the injury. Do you remember what happened?"

He kept his voice calm, tone clipped and professional, entire focus on Jamie.

Amy was a little more than surprised as Jamie pulled himself out of her grasp with no sign of ever having the bullet wound she'd been tending moments before. Weird, that. This whole situation with the backwards growing, no matter the individual, was strange.

"Easier said than done," she mumbled at Rory, then stepped forward again to help ease Jamie back onto the bed. For the amount of fight he had in him verbally, he really didn't seem up to moving around just yet. Something else that happened just before the bullet? Oh, but leave it to Rory to just off and question about Victoria. Men never did have tact of any kind. "Jamie, it's alright, Victoria's alright. We need to take care of you now, okay?"

Ronnae was at a loss for words. The only medical training she had was battlefield triage, and that's about it other than knowing the medicinal herbs of Azeroth.

She assisted in getting Jamie back into position and did her best to make it as comfortable as possible. One of her fears in life had been to be paralyzed permanently and she had suffered some paralysis before and it was not pleasant at all.

"Just try to settle down Jamie, we're here to help you, you're amongst friends hun." she kept her voice low and soft, trying to comfort Jamie as best she could.

"Who's Victoria?" Jamie asks, turning his head to stare at Rory in momentary disbelief. Luckily for him, Amy's words are well-timed enough that the Scot's distracted from the question.

"Aye, but..." Swiveling his head around as best as he can, he tries to look at all three of them at once, with the usual level of success - that is to say, not much. Being helped back into bed goes rather better, especially once he realizes that both Ronnae and Amy are going to get him there one way or another. His arms are working perfectly fine, fortunately, so he uses them to help pull himself up.

Once he's settled, he focuses on Amy with a rather distraught expression. Even with his current situation, it's clear that worry for Victoria is going to come first - at least until it kicks back in that she's not actually here at the moment. It seems to be taking longer this time, for some reason. "Are ye sure she's all right?"

Rory fell silent, pulling the scanner into place and trying not to feel uncomfortable. He needed to be professional, this couldn't be a friend.

But he couldn't help looking at Amy, feeling that same lurching feeling in the pit of his stomach that he got every time Amy was in danger. It was difficult. He didn't have the words.

The fact that Jamie forgot Victoria that quickly was startling enough, but when he actually doubled back to checking on her Amy couldn't help but pause. Whatever this clock thing was, it did enjoy screwing around with memories.

She caught Rory's eye, and with only a split second's worth of hesitation she stepped back toward Jamie and nodded. "She's fine, I promise."

Jamie hadn't told her much about his past, most of their encounters had been friendly chats and adventures here and there around the ship. Sometimes gear talk as they worked on a project here or there or playful conversations on their days off. So she was a bit lost as to who he was asking for, but judging from the way he was worried it had to be either a very close friend or something more... which in turn made her feel sorry, she knew, just like anyone else on the damned ship, that the prospect of you being the only one left was hard as it was without having a demonic clock mess around with our memories.

All Ronnae could do was be there for him, and so she remained at his side trying to soothe his worry, holding his hand with care.

It wasn't that he's forgotten Victoria - he still remembers her, at least for the moment. No, the disbelief was for Rory not knowing who she is. To him, she's right there with them...but she's not, is she? She's in the pods, asleep. At least, Jamie hopes she is. He can't bear to think that she might not be there.

Still, the confusion he's feeling as time slips away from him isn't making what he's doing or saying terribly clear. He brings his free hand to his face, covering his eyes while he sorts through his thoughts, then sighs, pulling that hand down over his face briefly before letting it fall to his side.

"She's not awake, is she? And I'm not with Penley and the Doctor, I'm...on Stacy. In medbay, with legs that don't work and nothing I can do about it."

"That's right. She's asleep, under Stacy protection. Nothing will hurt her in the pods." He kept his voice soft, reassuring. "I promise you, Jamie, she's in the pods."

Because he couldn't imagine anything else, couldn't think of anyone more significant in the universe than the Doctor's companions. They had to all be in the pods.

And he couldn't even imagine waiting for Amy to wake.

"Jamie, it'd take surgery to fix." He kept his voice quiet. "But at the rate you're going backwards, it should fix itself before too long. I don't want to risk suggesting surgery when you could revert on the table. Does that make sense?"

It was a bit of a relief to hear Jamie drift back into some normal (what was that?) pattern of thought. He knew where he was, at least, and that was a good start or sign or whatever other s word the Doctor would probably be throwing out there right now. Signal.

"See, I'm not the only one who says so," Amy added, as if Rory's confirmation on what they guessed made it all true. For now, they could believe it. The Doctor wouldn't let one of them be left behind like that, she was confident of it. Even if he did leave, he wasn't the sort of person to abandon. Amy leaned against the bed and laid a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "Just relax, and we'll do what we can." Or what Rory could...

"Before you know it, things will be back to normal. Then you can go back to playin' your pipes, or looking for otters with the Doctor." Ronnae chimed in, trying to lighten the mood and keep Jamie at ease.

To be honest, she was trying her best to keep her own thoughts about the situation from hindering her emotions at the moment. If Jamie was going through these, what would happen to her? Someone who had been in constant wars and suffered an innumerable amount of injuries, not limited to death...

She shook her head as she pushed the thoughts away and simply smiled as best she could.

Oh, what's the use? Either he'd be stuck like this forever, or Rory is right about him reverting and he'll be able to walk again at some point. It doesn't seem like he's changed any...but then again, there's no sense in arguing.

"Aye. I suppose you're right," Jamie says, sounding somewhat subdued. "And...I'm sorry if I caused ye any bother."

Looking over at the others, he manages a small smile for Amy and Ronnae. "I think, though, I'd like to be alone for a bit, if ye don't mind."

After the examination, Jamie hasn't gone anywhere. The original wound that brought him to Medbay may have disappeared, but he's still suffering from the effects of the sonic gun the Ice Warriors used on him a few years ago. For the moment - at least until he deages past the incident that caused his temporary paralysis - he's stuck where he is.

Currently, he's staring up at the fleshy ceiling without really seeing it, his chanter laying across the light blanket covering his currently useless legs. He's caught up in his own, fairly unhappy thoughts, and not paying much attention to the room around him.

The target: Medbay. Lash has finally decided to face the music and perhaps get answers or at least show off what she'd been working on with one of the people there. As her memories continue to slowly erode themselves, a slightly younger Lash than the one who had fought Jamie enters the room. But she looks much calmer than before, and doesn't notice her teammate at first, concentrating and trying to spot someone up and standing.

No such luck for now.

"Hello?" she ventures carefully. "I need to talk to someone here."

The familiar voice brings Jamie back from where he's mentally wandered off to, and he looks over to where Lash is, somewhat concerned. Has something happened? "Lash?"

Automatically, he goes to swing his legs off the bed so he can go over to see what's the matter, but the limbs in question are still refusing to cooperate. With a small sigh he settles back, then raises his voice instead so she can hear him.

"Rory was here earlier but I think he's gone to take a wee bit of a break. He or one of the others should be along soon if ye need someone." There's a pause before he asks worriedly, "You're not hurt, are ye?"

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The wunderkind's neck turns around until she spots a familiar figure resting on one of the place's many beds, and she walks over to him.

"No, I'm not hurt," she says in a strangely subdued tone. "But uh...I think you might have been right." This was as close as Lash would ever get to saying she was sorry. She points to the black book resting in her arms. "I came here to show this to someone. I've been documenting my memories every day for a while now...since I talked with all of you actually. There's stuff in here I wrote down that I read the next day and didn't remember happening."

She then frowns once she realizes she's been talking to Jamie who is lying in a bed.

"What happened to you? Did you get hurt?" She pauses before adding, "...and did you get a haircut?"

The apology of sorts isn't strictly necessary. Even if she had followed through with the attack in the hangar, Jamie would have easily forgiven her. But he recognizes the gesture for what it is, and manages to give her a small smile. It's not any easier, though, knowing that he was right - and his own situation isn't helping matters.

He's baffled for a moment by her comment about his hair, not realizing it's changed. "What do ye mean, a haircut?" Reaching up, he explores the side of his head with his fingers for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I've not gotten one."

There's no sense in worrying about that part of things, though, not when there's that other, rather more pertinent question - at least, in Jamie's mind. "Aye. The Doctor said it won't be long until I'm back on my..."

He trails off, confused. That's not right, is it? The Doctor's down on the planet, on that mission. And it's the different version of the Time Lord, not his Doctor, who was there with Penley... Jamie makes a small noise, squinching his eyes shut and pinching the base of his nose at the same time as the two memories clash with each other. "I mean, Rory didn't seem to think it was something I'd have to worry about for long."

"That's odd," Lash replies. "I could have sworn your hair was different before." Not that she paid attention to those details! That would be terrible silly of her to do that.

"But what happened?" Lash insists, looking at him as he pinches his own nose, and seeing him struggle at how to answer her. That was a very odd thing to do when you were talking to someone, she concludes. "Did someone hit you? Did you fall down?" She worriedly puts a hand to her chin and strokes it, a thought creeping into her mind, but she doesn't want to think it's that. But with everyone around her getting affected, and the hair...wunderkinds were made to solve these sorts of puzzles.

Even of the conclusion wasn't the most happy of thoughts.

"Did you...hear a chime too?" She whispers it so low that Jamie might have missed half of her words.

Terribly, terribly silly. However, Jamie would be clueless to her paying attention to that on a good day. Today is not anything close to a good day.

"It was the Ice Warriors. They shot me with their weapon," he explains. "Arden's dead and I...can't use my legs."

He can almost see the wheels turning in Lash's head as she puzzles through the clues - inadvertently supplied or otherwise - and comes to a conclusion. The correct one, as it turns out. But if she was hoping that he won't pick up on her words, the wunderkind is out of luck. He may not have heard everything, but he's looking directly at her when she speaks, and it's pretty obvious where she's gone with her thoughts.

"Aye, I heard it," he says, not as quietly as Lash, but quiet enough all the same. Whether or not her evil self is going to use that to her advantage, he doesn't know. There's not too much he can do about it at the moment anyway. So he simply looks at her and waits to see what she will do.

"Ice warriors," she repeats with a sigh, her voice in a tone that sounded like she doesn't completely believes it. Or wants to believe it. But who is she to question Jamie when she was pondering her own alliance just a small while ago? At the confirmation that he's herd the chimes too Lash opens her mouth and...let's a less than polite swear escape her lips before continuing.

"When exactly? I bet it was when they brought it through the ship, how dumb was that?" Very, very dumb according to Lash." She looks over at Jamie again. "If you're reliving your injuries, well I can't wait when I become younger then." The sarcasm in her voice is very detectable. "At least I bet the ranger powers still work for you, don't they?"

Jamie's surprised by the swearing, just a little. He shouldn't be, he thinks - it's not as if there aren't other women on the ship who curse as well. But the further back he's slipping, the more muddled things are, and part of his mind is still thinking he was just on the glacier where the injury first took place, traveling with the Doctor and Victoria. And she would never have said anything like that.

However, it's not Victoria he's talking to, and he focuses back on Lash. "It was in the City. I was playing the pipes, and they were bringing it through. There were a few of us who heard it."

His eyebrows go up at her rather sarcastic tone, but he answers her question anyway. "I've not tried them in the last day or two." Not since he started feeling all muddled. "For all I know they'll not work for me any longer, either."

Trying right now would be pointless anyway. He doesn't think they'll make his legs work any better. "But what do ye mean about what ye said? Did something happen to ye when ye were younger?"

Lash is definitely the very opposite of a refined Victorian lady. In fact she was more of a tomboy than anything else. Swearing has become a bad habit lately, blame a few people she hangs out with (not you Jamie) and the fact she is younger.

"I doubt it," was her honest reply. "Unless you're about to tell me you had an evil streak too. " Well in Lash's case it was an eviller streak, but at least now she's conscious that there's some good in her. Admitting it is another problem altogether. "Maybe when you get younger that might be a problem." And again, not a prospect she's excited about. She rubs her hands on her sides. "Wunderkinds have all sorts of runs with accidents as kids," she explains somewhat mysteriously. "I had my share of burns and cuts, not to mention the training we were subjected to." Waking up with bumps, cuts and bruises all over was not something anyone would be excited about.

"Aye, well, but have ye ever woken up with your legs not working?" Jamie says, a little more bitterly than he intended to. A few wee burns and cuts don't seem like that big of a deal to him. Although she's right, he's never had an evil streak. That is, unless you consider the typical little boy behavior to be evil...

Which, obviously, Jamie doesn't. "Even if you're right and the morphers will still work for me, they won't fix that."

"Maybe not," Lash answers stroking her chin, "I guess my worst was a sprained ankle or two. Sides," she looks at Jamie again, her features almost looking worried for a minute or two. "You'll be fine in the end, right? You were on two legs when we know each other later...or something like that. This timeline stuff is getting pretty complicated if you ask me."

She falls down on a nearby chair and sighs, idly pushing herself up dangerously on just two legs.

"I can't wait for this entire thing to be over!" She thinks about Zetta for a minute before continuing. "Well, most of everything to be over anyway."

Catching that look out of the corner of his eye, Jamie is quick to try and make it sound as though he's not worried about the situation. It wouldn't do to have Lash think he can't handle not being able to walk. "Och, aye, of course," he says, more confidently then he actually feels at the moment. "It's not as though I was paralyzed before this happened. Eventually it'll fix itself."

Mostly thanks to continuing to age backwards, but Lash is a clever lass and can figure it out on her own, even if she is currently in danger of ending up sprawled out on the floor if that chair she's on tips over. He doesn't comment on that, however, and simply nods.

"I'll not disagree with ye there," he says instead. "Although why would ye only want most of everything to be over? I'd not think you'd like getting younger any more than the rest of us."

Edited 2011-06-26 07:05 (UTC)

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Man how did I not get notifs for this

Eh, no worries. :)