Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-09 10:20:00 |
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Current location: | Pat and Skylar's Place |
Current mood: | ecstatic |
Entry tags: | chloe van warren, iris dickinson-lewis, pat mcconnell, place: la |
Figuring a Way Out
Who: Pat and Iris
Where: Pat and Skylar's House
When: Monday Afternoon
With Skylar out with her bandmates, practicing, Pat had a bit of time to himself at home, deciding to just lounge around the living room in his pajama bottoms, flipping through the channels on TV. Dammit, there wasn't a thing good on...
Iris popped in behind him. "Damn, there never is anything good on this early in the day, unless you're into soaps," she said from her position behind his chair.
Pat jumped a little in his seat, but not TOO much, unfortunately growing a little used to this now. "Hey there, Casper, how's it going?"
"Starting to like startling you, to be honest," Iris admitted to him, walking around the chair so that he could look at her. "Skylar off at practice right now or something?"
"Yeah, I guess enjoying it while she can." He hated to say it, but he kind of liked having her around again. In spite of everything that had happened, he DID still love her, and she was still his best friend. "Not to sound stupid, but... how are you?"
"It's kind of habit to ask those questions, isn't it? 'How are you?' Kind of weird asking it to a ghost," Iris pointed out with a laugh. She sat down on the sofa across from Pat and crossed her legs. "Trying to test the barriers. I can go outside now, but I still tend to poof back into the house when I leave the yard. I don't know what's up with this barrier at the moment, but it would be at least nice to travel a bit."
"Iris..." He looked like he might cry, actually, and held his hand out to her. "How hard is it to touch anything?"
She reached out and touched his hand. It felt a little more like a feather or a breeze brushing against it at the moment. "It takes a lot of concentration to actually touch things. I can float things; something left over from the telekinesis, I imagine. Actually touching, that takes effort."
He leaned in, trying to give her a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips. He really couldn't feel anything... but he knew it was the gesture that mattered. "Iris... whether you... stick around... or not, is there any way we can ever be what we used to be again? I know we fucked everything up... but I miss my best friend."
The gesture did matter. It mattered more than she could put into words. She smiled at him. "I think there might be a chance," she told him. "First, though, we really got to figure out what's up with me being all Casper-like. Is that Watcher cracking on the books like Skylar told him to do?"
"I haven't seen Wesley lately, but trust me, if Skylar asked him to, he's doing it. The situation is hard to explain, but right now, he'd about give his life for her. She's... all he has left of the woman he loved." He thought about it for a moment, before trying to put his next question into words that wouldn't sound insulting. "...if there's a choice, any choice at all... do you want to be, you know... alive again? Or are we trying to help you move on?"
Iris thought on that for a moment. "Well, I did kind of get robbed of life and all. It's not like I died of a terminal illness or old age or anything." If she had moved on, she may have felt different. "I don't really know, Pat. That's something I kind of need to think about."
"Just... I'm promising you, Iris... if you want to stay, and if we can find a way to make it happen, I'm going to do everything I can to give you the life you deserve." And he meant it. If it meant finding her a man who'd love her properly, helping her find a nice place to live, whatever, he'd do it.
"Well, that's good to hear, Pat." Iris couldn't help but want to live again. Hell, what ghost didn't? She just wasn't sure if she really deserved that chance or not. Bringing people back from the dead was kind of a touchy subject. She remembered it when India was brought back, too, back in Sunnydale. If only she were here now.
"And seriously, for now, consider this place home. We both know you didn't choose this, so we're not about to get mad about it." He wanted Iris to be as comfortable as, well, a ghost could be. "Just... unless you're feeling in a voyeuristic mood, you might want to avoid poofing into the bedroom, you know? You got lucky last time."
"I had already seen Skylar downstairs. I don't necessarily have to be visible to you guys to see what's going on, you know," she pointed out to him with a sly grin. Not that she'd spy on her ex with his new gal, but let him think it.
"Hey, that crap ain't gonna work with me, kiddo." He laughed with a shrug. "The thought of you watching is kind of a turn-on."
"God, you would think that, wouldn't you?" Iris asked with fake exasperation. "Men are animals. All of them."
"Well... um.... yeah." He said, as if saying 'duh'. "You had a doubt?"
"Not really," Iris said with a grin. "It just keeps getting confirmed, especially hearing what Ben did with Skylar's sister." Kind of funny to her, though.
"Dear lord... I really fear Skylar might destroy the boy." Pat snickered, picturing his girlfriend chasing Ben around with various weapons. "It'll be like Wile E. Coyote chasing the Road Runner."
"He should have known better than to play with the little sister of a Slayer, especially a mother hen like Skylar can be." Iris would say one thing for the woman: she had a mothering instinct like whoa. "Hopefully for him, she'll have about as much luck catching him as Wile E. Coyote does with that Road Runner."
"Well, if she does catch him, at least we'll likely end up with a nice Wolf-skin rug out of the deal." He snickered... he liked Ben, but while Lydia was a beautiful young girl, he really should have known better.
"If only Ben could hold back when it came to a pretty girl," Iris said with a shake of her head. "Too bad, because I don't think a wolf skin rug would go with this decor, but I think you'll be having one soon enough."
Pat started to laugh then. A soft, barely-there chuckle at first, which soon grew into a loud, tear-inducing laugh. "Heh... damn I love you, Iris."
Iris smiled softly at him. "I do love you, too, Pat." Apparently, just not in the same way that they had thought when they got married.
"I know this isn't much... but a friend of ours is a witch, and she's pretty sure she can do a spell that will at the very least let you leave the premises. So you can like... be able to at least not go stir crazy here."
"Well, that sounds good. No offense, but I'd like to at least be able to go out and about a little." Maybe scare up a few old friends, even. Who knew what she would be up to?
"When she gets out of school today, she's coming over to work on it." Pat smiled softly to her. "With any luck, by this evening, you'll be a Ghost About Town."
"Gets out of school? What, is Sabrina the Teenage Witch getting me out of here?" Dear god, who were they entrusting her immortal soul to?
"Ok, ok, look..." Pat knew he shouldn't have mentioned that part. "Her name's Chloe. She's fairly new to the craft, but she's got a lot of natural power. She's not going to be doing anything that involves your soul or your body. She's only trying to get you... untethered to this property."
"Well, thanks heavens for that." God, she was worried for a minute that she might get shipped to a different dimension or something. "Alright, I'll trust the newbie witch, but, if something goes wrong, I'm going all poltergeist on your like whoa."
"Don't worry. When we figure out something to do to help you... move on, one way or the other, it'll be with an experienced, older witch." He could only imagine The Sugar Fairy trying to do a spell that serious.
Iris breathed an unneeded sigh of relief. "I'm sure that the little witch can handle just untethering me to this place."
"Just.... don't make yourself visible while she's here." He gave her a warning look.
"Why? What ever do you think that I would do?" Iris said with an innocent look on her face that probably wouldn't fool a five year old.
"You? Nothing. But Chloe is the most hyperactive person on the planet. She'd probably have about four hours worth of questions for you and nothing woujld get done." He laughed.
Iris sighed again. "Eh, you're probably right about that." She had only met Chloe all of twice, but the girl gave her a bit of a sugar rush just by being around her.
"Alright then. Well, in the meantime, since you can't really do much anyway.... relax. ESPN has coverage of Red Sox training camp, and unless you can keep control enough to keep changing channels, I know what we're watching..."
With that statement, the TV blinked over to HGTV. "I told you that I could still do things telekentically, Pat," she reminded him with a sly grin.
"....son of a bitch." Pat grumbled, preparing for a painful afternoon of Martha Stewart.