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trans_92012-02-05 06:47 pm
theboywhowaits) wrote in trans_92012-02-05 06:47 pm
Working Through The Night [Open]
Who: Rory and Molly, Everyone
Where: Med Bay
Summary: Rory takes his daughter to work with him, works on supply lists.
Warnings: None
He had been trying to spend as much time with his daughter as he could, fearing another interruption that would make him miss things or give her time enough to forget him.
For the moment, he was doing an amount of boring bust work that any sane man would have balked at. Surprisingly, the recent events had left much undone.
It had also left an emptier infirmary in its wake.
Molly burbled, half of her hand pushed into her tiny face, bouncing in her chair. She had gotten bigger, and it had only been a month- two?- hard to tell in pod sleep, he had slept and Molly had grown and things had happened.
It would take time to sort it all out again, time to fix things.
He hoped he could fix things. "I doubt that foot tastes very good, little miss Molly, are you sure that's your meal of choice?"
His daughter laughed, reaching for him, and he let her steel his off hand, making faces at the baby and letting himself be distracted from his task.
He needed this too.
Where: Med Bay
Summary: Rory takes his daughter to work with him, works on supply lists.
Warnings: None
He had been trying to spend as much time with his daughter as he could, fearing another interruption that would make him miss things or give her time enough to forget him.
For the moment, he was doing an amount of boring bust work that any sane man would have balked at. Surprisingly, the recent events had left much undone.
It had also left an emptier infirmary in its wake.
Molly burbled, half of her hand pushed into her tiny face, bouncing in her chair. She had gotten bigger, and it had only been a month- two?- hard to tell in pod sleep, he had slept and Molly had grown and things had happened.
It would take time to sort it all out again, time to fix things.
He hoped he could fix things. "I doubt that foot tastes very good, little miss Molly, are you sure that's your meal of choice?"
His daughter laughed, reaching for him, and he let her steel his off hand, making faces at the baby and letting himself be distracted from his task.
He needed this too.
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Tim was still injured and probably not working nearly as lightly as he should have been.
Molly's hand caught his, wrapping around his finger tip happily and burbling at him.
"I always worry, you push yourself hard." Half-adopted, that was what Tim was, he felt somewhat responsible for the boy because Conner did and he loved his son, but he knew also that Tim would be hesitant to accept such advances.
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Tim did manage a smile for Molly, though, and squeezed her hand very gently, while he kept speaking to Rory.
"You don't have to worry," he said. "I know and understand my limits. I won't push myself farther than necessary." He glanced up with a smirk. "If I did, it'd end up taking away from my time to work, after all."