Darn that Carys Spencer! (Thomas, Abby)
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Abby had been going over some patient files with the door to her office locked. If she didn't concentrate, she'd never get her work finished and then Peter would kill her when he came back from Russia. Or at the very least, he would give her his displeased look, and Abby didn't like forcing Peter to make that face. It was unnatural.
There was a knock at her door, and Abby let out a frustrated groan. She rose from her chair and headed for the door, grumbling to herself before saying, "whoever this is, you'd better have a really good-" Abby opened to door to find her mutinous-looking older brother standing there. The dead one. And not only was he dead and angry and at her door, he was naked and holding a cheerful potted plant (with a pot in 'Whimsical Berry') in front of bits Abby didn't need to see. "Thomas! What are you-?"
Thomas' lips thinned and he just shook his head. He was clearly not amused. He raised one hand as it to stop her from speaking, but then he nearly dropped his protective plant and he squeaked and quickly grabbed it before he ended up showing his sister the full monty. "Don't...just don't say anything." He slipped into her room and did a funny little sideways run-hop over to her closet where he kept his change of clothes. Usually said change of clothes was with Abby waiting for Thomas when he was brought back. "Er...Sunshine? Little help? That or just turn around?"
"Huh? Oh right!" Abby turned around so Thomas could put the plant down and get dressed; something he needed both hands for. This situation was wrong and she knew it. Thomas wasn't supposed to be here yet. He had only been gone twelve days. This wasn't a cheat of one or two days like last time they had brought him back early. Thomas was dead, and though a supernatural being could bring him back, if they brought him back too soon, his body came back faulty. It just didn't work right. This was bad. He was supposed to have been brought back on the 21st, not today. "Thomas?" A moment later she felt his hand on her shoulder and she truly believed that even if she hadn't already seen him, she would have known it was Thomas' hand, no matter what.
Abby turned around and when Thomas could see her face, she looked at him quizzically. "What are you doing here? Not...not that I'm not happy to see you, but you know-"
"I do," Thomas sighed and then he shook his head. "You'll never believe- Did you know that it's possible for an angel to find their way into the Beyond when they're stoned? Carys Spencer just did it on accident, and she was panicking and screaming and talking about dead people coming to get her...to be fair, finding yourself on another plane while high would be a bad trip... Anyway, she couldn't get back. Like the time Deirdre managed to make her way there and she would have been stuck? I had to come back with her, to show her the way, and it would seem someone needs me because here I am. Stuck. And oh my god, Abby, I am going to fall apart!" Thomas looked terrified and Abby reached up to cup the sides of his face.
"Come on, Thomas. We'll make sure you don't fall apart..." The only reason he had fallen apart last time he had managed to be trapped in a faulty body, what they morbidly referred to as Zombie Fever, was because he had just been subjected to terrible torture by the Templar who had then - completely accidentally - managed to break him in half. Thomas' dead body usually healed any wounds immediately. His faulty body had not only stopped healing wounds, but it had started undoing the healing it had just undergone. He had fallen in half again without any help from anyone.
"No, you see, I'm going to fall apart because I am going to go find Amaris and break her face for taking Mums. And then she is going to break my face for breaking her face and then I'll heal up and in a week, if I'm still stuck here, my face will just start to fall apart and my nose will fall into Spectre's soup and I'll be Michael Jackson and Abby, I think I'm panicking!"
"Yes, this I can see," Abby clucked at him and then she shooed her big brother into a chair. Thomas sat and she noticed he didn't have any shoes on. "We'll have to get you some shoes."
"So I can shove them up Amaris'-?"
"Thomas!" Abby yelled, simply to get his attention. "You are not breaking anyone's face. We have to figure out how to get you out of here."
"Yeah," Thomas nodded once, worriedly. "We really do."
"But your plant was nice," she said, giving him a wicked grin.
Thomas looked up at her and his expression faded from incredulity to amusement. "That's my Abs. Keeping my head in line since...whenever the hell you were born."
"I'll never tell," Abby jumped up and she reached her hand out for his. "Come on, Zombie. Let's go see the witchdoctor."
Thomas groaned again, but he complied. "Fine. But if Rolf says something dumb, I reserve the right to break his face."
"Braaaainnnssss," Abby moaned, in order to poke fun at Thomas' one-track, face-breaking zombie mind.
Thomas chuckled. "Point taken. Lead the way."
There was a knock at her door, and Abby let out a frustrated groan. She rose from her chair and headed for the door, grumbling to herself before saying, "whoever this is, you'd better have a really good-" Abby opened to door to find her mutinous-looking older brother standing there. The dead one. And not only was he dead and angry and at her door, he was naked and holding a cheerful potted plant (with a pot in 'Whimsical Berry') in front of bits Abby didn't need to see. "Thomas! What are you-?"
Thomas' lips thinned and he just shook his head. He was clearly not amused. He raised one hand as it to stop her from speaking, but then he nearly dropped his protective plant and he squeaked and quickly grabbed it before he ended up showing his sister the full monty. "Don't...just don't say anything." He slipped into her room and did a funny little sideways run-hop over to her closet where he kept his change of clothes. Usually said change of clothes was with Abby waiting for Thomas when he was brought back. "Er...Sunshine? Little help? That or just turn around?"
"Huh? Oh right!" Abby turned around so Thomas could put the plant down and get dressed; something he needed both hands for. This situation was wrong and she knew it. Thomas wasn't supposed to be here yet. He had only been gone twelve days. This wasn't a cheat of one or two days like last time they had brought him back early. Thomas was dead, and though a supernatural being could bring him back, if they brought him back too soon, his body came back faulty. It just didn't work right. This was bad. He was supposed to have been brought back on the 21st, not today. "Thomas?" A moment later she felt his hand on her shoulder and she truly believed that even if she hadn't already seen him, she would have known it was Thomas' hand, no matter what.
Abby turned around and when Thomas could see her face, she looked at him quizzically. "What are you doing here? Not...not that I'm not happy to see you, but you know-"
"I do," Thomas sighed and then he shook his head. "You'll never believe- Did you know that it's possible for an angel to find their way into the Beyond when they're stoned? Carys Spencer just did it on accident, and she was panicking and screaming and talking about dead people coming to get her...to be fair, finding yourself on another plane while high would be a bad trip... Anyway, she couldn't get back. Like the time Deirdre managed to make her way there and she would have been stuck? I had to come back with her, to show her the way, and it would seem someone needs me because here I am. Stuck. And oh my god, Abby, I am going to fall apart!" Thomas looked terrified and Abby reached up to cup the sides of his face.
"Come on, Thomas. We'll make sure you don't fall apart..." The only reason he had fallen apart last time he had managed to be trapped in a faulty body, what they morbidly referred to as Zombie Fever, was because he had just been subjected to terrible torture by the Templar who had then - completely accidentally - managed to break him in half. Thomas' dead body usually healed any wounds immediately. His faulty body had not only stopped healing wounds, but it had started undoing the healing it had just undergone. He had fallen in half again without any help from anyone.
"No, you see, I'm going to fall apart because I am going to go find Amaris and break her face for taking Mums. And then she is going to break my face for breaking her face and then I'll heal up and in a week, if I'm still stuck here, my face will just start to fall apart and my nose will fall into Spectre's soup and I'll be Michael Jackson and Abby, I think I'm panicking!"
"Yes, this I can see," Abby clucked at him and then she shooed her big brother into a chair. Thomas sat and she noticed he didn't have any shoes on. "We'll have to get you some shoes."
"So I can shove them up Amaris'-?"
"Thomas!" Abby yelled, simply to get his attention. "You are not breaking anyone's face. We have to figure out how to get you out of here."
"Yeah," Thomas nodded once, worriedly. "We really do."
"But your plant was nice," she said, giving him a wicked grin.
Thomas looked up at her and his expression faded from incredulity to amusement. "That's my Abs. Keeping my head in line since...whenever the hell you were born."
"I'll never tell," Abby jumped up and she reached her hand out for his. "Come on, Zombie. Let's go see the witchdoctor."
Thomas groaned again, but he complied. "Fine. But if Rolf says something dumb, I reserve the right to break his face."
"Braaaainnnssss," Abby moaned, in order to poke fun at Thomas' one-track, face-breaking zombie mind.
Thomas chuckled. "Point taken. Lead the way."