Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (the_automaton) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-11 02:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | face, sherlock holmes |
Who: Tim and Daryl
What: Things go back to normal, ish
Where: Tim's Apartment
When: Monday evening
Warnings: Extreme levels of adorable
Though the previous week from Wednesday onward had been fraught with peril and horror, Daryl had found that Monday was much more exhausting than the entire Reaver invasion. She and Mr. Morgenstern had arrived at the hospital by ten o'clock, seeing a doctor at eleven. They spent the entire day between various scans and departments, constantly shuffling about and waiting while the staff rotated like overburdened clockwork. Mr. Morgenstern wasn't a cooperative patient, either, though it worked seamlessly with the fact that Daryl wasn't a cooperative companion. When he wasn't demanding her attention or complaining to the nurses that he was missing it, Daryl was looking over every shoulder in her vicinity and correcting minute mistakes that she was sure would save his life. It was a miracle that they left the hospital at all, Adam with a new cast on his set and now healing foot and Daryl mildly satisfied that he would heal well.
After leaving Mr. Morgenstern in his apartment - both relieved and apprehensive at its lack of a door - under strict orders to not move or attempt anything insane, Daryl took Tim's car back to the Aubade. She parked it where she had found it, stuffing the keys in her pocket as she climbed the stairs up to number 405. The damage done by the Reavers was obvious, even moreso because of the Aubade's typically pristine furnishings. As she reached the apartment, she didn't even bother knocking - a house key on the car key ring allowed her easy passage inside.
She could hear Toby growling at the newcomer at the door, though his growls of warning changed to yips of joy the moment she peered into the living room. He leapt to his feet, still holding his chewed-up bone in his jaws as he barreled over to her, rearing back on his hind legs and batting playfully at her knees. She reached out with one hand, flattening the heel of her palm against his crown and pushing down gently. "No," she said firmly, pushing him away until he calmed. Only then did she crack a thin smile, fingers trailing affectionately over his ear to scratch beneath his chin. "Hello, Toby," she said softly, causing his thin tail to wag rapidly.
Hearing a sound broke her from the spell, clearing her throat and glancing up as Tim made his way over to her. "I parked the car exactly where I had found it." She fished the keys from her pocket, handing them over to him. "Thank you again. His foot is fine, it was put in a cast and will heal with some time. I left him in his apartment. I'll collect our things and walk there with Toby." She hesitated, as if unsure of where to go from here. Her weariness showed clearly on her face, in the hollows underneath her eyes and the sallowness of her skin. "Thank you again. For everything."