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notbrokenyet (notbrokenyet) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-09 21:49:00

Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	andy gallagher, arrival, complete, day 28, gray harkness, rose tyler

Gray Arrives
Who: Gray Harkness and OTA
When: Day 28
What: Gray arrives to Mirage
Rating: PG-13 at the most. (I'm hoping)
Status: Complete

Gray could hardly see for the pain from his beating for stealing food as a guard shoved him into his cell for the night. Oh he had known better, he really had, but the little scrap of fish left from his owners' extravagant dinner mixed with not eating anything for nearly three days made him abandon his training for that brief second. What made the beating particularly sting is that he hadn't even gotten the morsel to his mouth. So along with his stomach cramping from hunger his back was now bloody and raw and the offending hand broken.

The young boy curled up on the hard rock floor and cried silently, wondering if anyone would ever come to rescue him. "Mama...Papa...Big Brother....Where are you?" He whispered, closing his eyes and trying to sleep despite the discomfort and pain.

He dreamt of Boeshane and its night time chill, the scent of it ocean air and the sounds of home. It was a bitter sweet dream one that lead to confusion when he woke up to a bitter cold. Gray slowly opened his eyes and looked around in utter surprise and loss as he stared out at a field of snow in front of him and buildings behind him.

Where in the Universe was he?

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brain_ninja
2009-01-12 07:32 pm UTC (link)

When Gray rested his head against Andy's shoulder, Andy assumed he wasn't hurting the boy and started toward the resident buildings.

"Four days?" he asked, frowning. "All right, we'll definitely get you fed. You can eat as much as you want, okay? Anything you want, I'll get the Planet to give it to us," he promised.

He could feel his shoulder being wet with tears. Andy panicked. What had he done wrong, now? "What's the matter? Am I hurting you?" he asked quickly as he trudged down the hill and back to the resident buildings. The closer they got, the more hopeful he felt that Rose would be there waiting. As if on cue, he was hit with another mental image of the pages of his journal and she'd answered. She'd meet him at his room. The pain faded and Andy sent a mental reply as he reached Building D.

He stopped in front of the door and frowned. How was he going to open it with no free hands? Gray was resting his head on Andy's shoulder, so he tried the door with the hand he'd had on the little boy's head. Unfortunately, it wasn't his dominant hand and the door was heavy; it didn't move.

Taking a deep breath, Andy leaned back slightly and grunted with pain as he felt the muscles in his back protest. He didn't dare try to switch hands, lest he inadvertently hurt Gray by shifting him. Leaning back would allow him to keep Gray balanced against his torso and still be able to use his free hand without having to move his arm too much. With a bit of effort, he pulled the door open and jammed a foot in the way of it so that it couldn't close on him as he took better hold of Gray and stood straight again, slipping inside.

"All right, home sweet home, bud," he said softly. He decided that even though he normally bounded up the stairs like an excited child, Andy would do better to take the elevator up.

The walk down the hall wasn't terribly long and Rose wasn't there, yet, but Andy had blind faith that she'd keep her word, so with his left hand (this time, much easier and successful), he opened his room door and headed inside, shutting the door behind himself. He crouched with another cringe and grunt of effort and set Gray gently down on his mattress on the floor. There were, thankfully, a few sets of clothes that were probably Gray's size folded neatly up near the pillows, a first aid kit set beside them.

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notbrokenyet
2009-01-12 08:24 pm UTC (link)

Gray didn't offer an explanation until they reached Andy's room. Using his uninjured hand Gray wiped the tears of frustration and pain from being jostled from his face as Andy set him down. "I feel bad...cause I...I want to trust you but..."

He sniffled faintly and looked around his surrounding, wanting to focus on anything but the feelings in his head. Gray silently wished for something to sketch with and glanced down at his broken hand. "Sorry for being such a bother Sir."

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