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Tweak says, "i shot, 2 shot, 3 shots more.."

unsureidentity (unsureidentity) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-27 07:56:00

Entry tags:

!open, claire winchester, gabriel 'sylar' gray, james t. kirk (xi), leonard "bones" mccoy (xi), nyota uhura (xi)

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray (as...HIMSELF *omggasp*), James T. Kirk, Claire Bennet, Nyota Uhura, & OPEN (ask before joining)
WHAT: Gabriel wakes up to a new face in the mirror, one that he knows well but at the same time, has no idea who is.
WHERE: Peter & Sylar's room & the streets
WHEN: early morning
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

He hit his head, that was the first thing that happened when he woke up that morning. It was almost like he'd grown four inches over night. Reaching a hand up to rub at the bump that had been made he found with some dismay that his usually short-trimmed back hair had gotten so much longer and far more unruly. Moving his hand down to his jaw to rub at the stubble that had grown up over the night, his hands traced a jawline that was distinctly not his own. The wide and distinctive Petrelli jawline had become far more streamlined, edging into a point instead of a rounded and flat square form.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and for the hundredth time in as many days, his stomach gave a sharp and unpleasant lurch seconds after his senses returned to him, and he stumbled from the bed, sparing Peter's bunk a quick and nervous glance before crossing to the bathroom, frowning as he studied his arms (far too long, far too hairy) and hands (the fingers were far too long, far too thin) before he reached the mirror and doubled back at the image that greeted him.

"Sylar," He whispered in a voice distinctly not his own, not Nathan Petrelli's. But flashes of the dream that he had had that night rang in his head, all anger and violence until amusement and annoyance replaced those emotions.

Claire's going to be so mad at me.

Those words rang in his ears, sharp and clear as the image of his own body flashed before his eyes. Nathan Petrelli: bleeding, prostrate, and quickly dying. What was left in his stomach of last night's dinner was left behind in the bathroom as he grabbed his coat (almost too small for him now) as he abandoned the room for the streets of Colligo.

He couldn't let Peter see him like this.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Claire insisted. "His name is Sylar and he killed my father, along with a lot of other people." She was right about that much, she was sure of it. Yes, he wasn't acting like Sylar at the moment, but it was really to his advantage that he didn't. After all, if he came across as scared and harmless, she looked like the bad guy. Not him.

Opening her mouth, Claire very nearly offered to help get Captain Kirk to some help - or possibly offer to heal him herself - but something told her that they weren't about to let her. Besides, she couldn't just walk away and leave Sylar here alone. That's probably what he wanted.

So instead she simply eyed Uhura and said quietly, but with no small amount of emotion in her voice, "I really am sorry."

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buckleup
2009-05-28 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Jim watched as the phaser fell to the ground, looking up at Uhura with a narrowed-eyed expression. "When I give you a weapon, Commander," he huffed, "I expect you to use it."

Use it on who? The girl who shot you or the man you mistook for a Vulcan? A voice that--dammit, why was that voice in his head sounding like Pike again? Fuck, how much blood was he losing anyway? He looked down and saw that it was on his shoes, on Uhura, and in a puddle on the ground. You're staining the sidewalk, Kirk.

"With all due respect, Admiral, shut up," he mumbled, clamping a hand over his side in attempt to seal off the wound, not hearing what Claire or Uhura said to him at all.

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damnitjim
2009-05-28 09:11 pm UTC (link)

McCoy had rushed around his room, gathering his medical supplies and tricorder in his bag with one hand, while messaging Kaylee with the other and explaining to Joanna that he had to leave for a bit because the captain was an idiot who got himself shot and not to worry, because Miss Kaylee was coming to stay with her. Inwardly though, he was cursing Jim for pulling a stunt like this right after he watched that damn Generations movie, leaving him to think that Kirk was probably going to keel over before he got there.

He ran out of the room without waiting for Kaylee to arrive and sprinted down the stairs and out of the building to reach Jim and Uhura. Damn. All that blood...they didn't have time to get him to Uhura's room. "Commander," he said sharply, in a commanding medical tone, "help get him to the ground. We're going to have to do this here. He's lost too much blood for us to wait."

He pulled out a hypospray, pressing it to Jim's neck with more care than he showed when Jim did something stupid but not potentially fatal. "This will numb the area of the injury so that I can operate without you bitching at me." Jim seemed out of it, so he forced the captain to look at him. "Look at me, kid," he said. "You are going to be fine, but I need you to focus." With that, he shot him with the hypospray. Hopefully, he'd be able to focus, without the pain to distract him.

"Now tell me what the hell happened." He was already putting on gloves, getting out the tools he'd need to remove the bullet and close up the wound. Jim would need a transfusion, but that could wait until they took care of the gunshot wound. He shot him with another hypospray, this one to prevent any sort of infection, and got to work.

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talentedtongue
2009-05-28 09:29 pm UTC (link)

"He was already on the ground when I got here," Uhura said, moving to help Kirk lay down on the ground, careful not to let his wound get anywhere near it as she rolled him onto his back and steadied his body, keeping one arm tucked around his shoulders as the other lifted his head. "Come on, Kirk. You can't die on us. Be a hell of a thing to kick it before you even got the chance to take advantage of your Captain status," Uhura said, looking down at him to make sure that he wasn't blanking out.

Glancing up at Claire, Uhura locked her gaze on her with a sharp look, "Explain. Now."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Something about the arrival of yet another person - this one the famous Doctor McCoy no less - made Claire snap out of her own shock. Again she debated on offering up her blood and again she changed her mind. He wouldn't accept her help. She had a better chance of Sylar suddenly speaking up and admitting that this was not entirely her fault. And a glance at the man in question told her that wasn't likely to happen, either. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she'd swear he was broken with the way he was acting.

Who knew, though? With what Parkman did to him, it was entire possible he was broken.

Suddenly feeling weary, the rage at Sylar having reverted back to its typical seething hatred and the guilt at an innocent man getting hurt because of something she'd done both weighing her down, Claire simply shook her head.

"I have explained," she stated in a dull, flat tone as she met Uhura's gaze without flinching. "You need to work on your listening skills." And with a slight shake of her head, Claire tucked the gun back into the waistband of her jeans, turned on her heel, and walked away.

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