Artemis alias Lucy Knight (ex_potniathe253) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-03-22 02:09:00 |
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Current mood: | touched |
Entry tags: | apollo, artemis, elton nius, lucy knight |
This reminded her of that awful movie with the twins and the divorce...
Who: The twins! AKA Lucy and Elton
What: Injuries and Discoveries!
Where: Lucy’s house
When: A month after they met.
Warnings: Swearing, Blood, nothing graphic.
Elton was due over any second and here Lucy was, trying to pick dog hair off her jeans. "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" she asked the pair of (sleeping for now) collies, with a little shake of her head. "He's into guys you know, they ALWAYS notice when you look like hell." she added, running some duct tape over the knees of the pants once, then shrugged and tossed it away. "Oh well." she said, "That's good enough for now."
Poor Lucy. If only she'd known what a horrible day Elton was having, not to mention his own apparent lack of care in his appearance, she wouldn't have had to be so worried about pet hair. Besides, Elton had a dog too, who was enjoying the convertible far more than his owner. About 10 minutes into the trip, Elton thought about how maybe he should have checked with her before loading Elvis into the car, but...
Right now the dog was, oddly, his life support system, reminding him that not everything in the universe hated him even though his sister was off getting married and his boyfriend had gone to the wedding. He grumbled to himself as he parked his car and herded the dog up the steps to Lucy's door. Knock knock.
And then...the barking started. Lucy knew by now that it was better not to fight with that, just as long as they didn't try to jump all over Elton when she opened the door. "Stay!" she ordered, hoping, really hoping that they'd listen. So far, so good, she thought, pulling open the door. "Hey!" she said, and then she noticed the dog, at just about the second her two did. Then there was a lot more barking and more excited. "Bandit! Selkie! SHUT UP!" she bellowed at them, leaning down to pat the new dog. "Hey!" she told Elvis scritching his ears a little. "You're almost as cute as your human."
Attention! ATTENTION! Elvis didn't care who it came from, or that he'd been being spoiled all day so far, he just wanted it. New person? Yay! New dogs? Awesome!
Elton reached down to give his dog a little shove out of the doorway, then stuck his hands in his pockets and watched the animals get acquainted. "...Sorry I didn't let you know he was coming along; it was sort of a last minute thing..."
"Can't ever leave them home when they decide they want to go." Lucy knew exactly how THIS went, from long experience. Dogs would be dogs, she figured. "It's good to meet him,” she added, laughing as her two sniffed and the tails started wagging. "So that aside, you look sort of like Hell. The family drama getting even better?"
He pushed the door shut behind him and leaned against him, and wondered if she had a window he could sit next to and smoke. "My sister is getting married today; D went to the wedding without me." Which he completely understood, and he wasn't necessarily angry that his brother had chosen to go, but...well... It was sort of depressing. Meh.
"Oh Damn..." There...wasn't much else to say to that. What DID you say when someone's own boyfriend went to their sister's wedding that they were opposed to. "That..." she wished that there WAS something to say but it didn't come to mind right now. "Really sucks." Exceedingly. "Probably better you're not getting involved but all the same, that'd get to me."
"Yeah. Understatement of the year." Sigh. "I can't really blame him, though. I mean, he has nothing against her, and he's not one to pass up parties, so..." And he had said he'd bring back some of those candied almonds....
"You don't have someplace I can sit and chainsmoke, do you?" He certainly didn't want her house to start smelling like a bar.
"We'll head out back." Lucy started to lead the way through. "I've got a porch that ought to do for chainsmoking for a while." She probably should say something about it being bad for the poor guy and giving him cancer in the end or something but...eh. Lucy wasn't one to judge and there were lots of situations where you had good reasons for chainsmoking. "You could get blind drunk too, if you wanted." she offered. "I've got sort of a minibar thing going."
Elton shook his head and followed her out back. "I think I'll save that part for later. Reports indicate that I'm a happy drunk, and that would just sort of ruin things, don't you think?" He wasn't worried about it being bad for him. That had only happened once, and he'd spent days, and cartons, on that endeavor. Besides, he felt...loads better now, as far as his state of godliness was concerned, so there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
It just helped keep him calm, that was all, and he'd made sure to leave the more unconventional sticks at home too.
"Oh definitely." Lucy pointed out a couple chairs she had waiting on the porch near a spot where there could have been a garden if she was into that sort of thing, which she wasn't. "Want something for the ashes? It's fine if you flick them anywhere out back here too." she added. "No one from Better Homes and Gardens happens to be coming by anytime soon."
"I think I'll spare your lawn and your dogs and find something to stick the ashes in; Elvis is likely to get them as interested in eating them as he is, and I know that can't be a good thing." Sometimes, his dog was just...so fucking stupid.
"Maybe that's my plot." Lucy joked as she fished a shallow dish that had once held birdseed back when she was idealistic enough to think that it was a good idea to keep them around the yard. Until, you know, the mass onslaught of "treasures" they left for her in the morning. "Referrals get me kickbacks at the office." Hah. If only.
Ashtray acquired, he settled himself down, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit up his first of this particular part of the afternoon. Ahhh~ "That's so much better." He flopped back into his chair.
"You wish that's how it was. Then again, so do human doctors, I suppose."
"Something like that." Lucy smirked and pulled a chair up near him so that they could chat. Or not chat and observe chain smoking, as the case would be. "How's all that going by the way?" she wondered. Sometimes she thought she should have gone in for a full vet program other than just assisting them. It would have been easy enough to manage, especially for her but eh...this worked well enough for now.
Shrug. "Nowhere, at the moment. Lots of letters and forms and meeting and phone calls. Apparently I'm starting this upcoming semester, but seeing as how everything else has been so fucked up lately, I haven't exactly been paying attention." Frown.
"Plus, I don't like to bring it up at home because then D pouts at me. You know, like he'll never see me again or something...As if we spend every moment together *now*..." Snort.
"Pouting boyfriends." Lucy shook her head. "Makes me so glad I never bothered with that scene. I'm high maintenance enough. I shudder to think what I'd be with someone else." She did too, really. It was just as well she still had no inclination towards that sort of thing. Far as she'd seen in this modern world? Sex screwed things up even MORE if that were possible.
That got a laugh out of him, even if it was a small one. "I guess that's why everyone gets so pissed off at me so easily; I'm ridiculously high maintenance. The kind that requires the attention of others, too." He blew smoke out into the yard. "At least I admit it, though, right?"
"Definitely something for the upside." Lucy agreed, stretching out her legs a little. "Ah pissing people off. Only good when you actually *want* to do it."
"The problem is that I seem to do it when I'm not even trying. Which, you know, is fun when you're a kid, but eventually just becomes tiresome." He had rather enjoyed pissing people off in the old days. It had been much easier to shrug off back then, not to mention easier to kill people.
"Yeah definitely." Lucy could agree with that one. "It just gets old when everybody gives you dirty looks the second you walk through the door, or when they give you THAT look when you open up your mouth. Sigh. Ah the old days. She missed the parts with killing people who had deserved it.
"And then they all wonder why I don't want to go to family functions, or play nice with the relatives I know are cackling behind my back. Good gods, have a little common sense!"
Time for another cigarette.
"Yeah really." Lucy nodded her assent to THAT. "Makes me glad I don't see much of mine these days. Thinking about what they'd be up to now and all...makes me remember why we haven't emailed in so many years." Well okay, they'd never done the email thing. They hadn't HAD an internet the last time she'd seen anyone she was related to, but still...
Sigh. "Moving to Miami really was probably one of my worst ideas. I could have avoided all this family bullshit if I just would have stayed on the West Coast..." Oh well. Too late now...
"But then we wouldn't be sitting here having an unqualified therapy session with someone completely unqualified who secretly lives for your soap operas." Lucy offered, pushing back a loose strand of her hair. "Is that ethically wrong?" she mused.
"Well at least one of us is having a good time then. And yes, it probably is, but I'm not really qualified to make an official judgment on that sort of thing." Snerk.
"Too bad." Lucy snerked back. "There's still nothing to stop me. Speaking of ethics," she added, remembering something else she hadn't heard that much about. "What was the deal with the outcome of that hunting trip?"
That? That too called for another cigarette. Probably a drink too, but he didn't feel like getting up, and it would be sort of rude to ask Lucy to get it for him.
"As far as the hunting aspect went, I killed the pig. My sister's grand plans to make her fiancé and I *bestest friends*? Not so much. The guy was a jackass. 'Oh, I'm not here to point out every fault you have, but let me just make a list here...' Right." Scowl.
"Too bad you couldn't accidentally shoot him." Lucy mused. "There are plenty of non fatal ways to make someone remember not to be a douche." Plenty of fatal ones too but that would have only pissed the sister off. She figured that hurting people was fair game as long as they lived and didn't bleed TOO much.
"I would have loved to shoot him, but since I'm not a certain former Vice President, I doubt I could have gotten away with it." These days. Sad. Twitch. "And then he has the nerve to get pissy with me when I tell him that if he does anything to hurt my sister, I'm going to fucking feed him to the gators. I mean, sure, I don't really want to ever talk to her again, but she is my sister, and if he turns out to be as psycho as the last guy...well..." Shrug. He really had no choice..
"You DO have to hang around to a point." Lucy agreed. "They must be grimly defended at all costs, even when you're ready to kill them yourself." Ah family. "It's too bad it's not a hell of a lot earlier." she added, "You could have done it easy then and there'd have been a story and art to go with it."
"You think so?" That was...sort of an odd thing to say. Well, odd in that it didn't exactly fit in with...er...It just didn't fit. Then again, maybe it was just him. After all, days like today did throw him off a bit; it was hard to think straight sometimes when one was busy sulking.
"Oh definitely." she assured him. "History's all FULL of stories like that." This was venturing into dangerous territory but the last time they'd gone there nothing bad had happened so she'd got for it. "Makes you long for when it was okay to just shoot someone and watch them run away with arrows poking out their ass." Sigh.
"Generally they didn't run away if I started shooting at them..." And that...hadn't been right either, had it? Oh well. He couldn't say he cared much. The worst that could happen was that she'd think he was insane, kick him out, and never speak to him again. All in all, it would be a rather fitting end to the day...
"No?" she asked, watching his face for signs that he thought she was insane or might be considering calling a mental ward. "Mine usually took off but never made it very far." Lucy's laugh was just a little gleeful here. "Everyone gets lost in forests if they aren't paying attention."
"I never used to get lost in forests..." None of this was helping his mood any. Thinking about the old days, how things had been, it just reminded him of how different they were now. So different that his sister couldn't even be bothered to give a rat's ass about him.
SIGH.
"See that's because you're smarter than most mort...people." Lucy corrected herself quickly, leaning back a little in her chair a little. Of course, this probably was not the most graceful move, but who the hell cared here? A few seconds later when the chair pitched all the way backward and she spilled out of, she wasn't so sure. "Fuck..." she managed as the chair legs came crashing down near her, one of them grazing her forehead which felt all wet and sticky. Or was that the dogs trying to lick her?
Nope, no dogs here.
Elton had, unfortunately, been a little slow getting up out of his seat as she felt. He liked to think that, if he'd been expecting it, it might have caught her before she hit the floor. Maybe. But, as it was now, all he could do was kneel next to her and attempt to see if she'd been hurt.
"You okay?" Peer.
"A little bit dizzy...." Lucy managed, trying to sit up, though stuff was a bit spinny. "No...get off!" she told the dogs, blinking rapidly. It was about then that she realized the stickiness WAS actually blood. "Oh that'll look pretty later." she said. wincing as her hand came away streaked with...what looked like a lot of blood even though it probably wasn't. "Okay..." she managed to say, trying not to laugh hysterically. Probably some sort of shock reaction or...she wasn't sure. "This might be bad."
He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto the deck. "Don't try to sit up..." he told her as he leaned over to get a better look at the wound.
For all the further she'd fallen, it was pretty bad...as far as size went anyway, and she probably had smacked her head off the ground pretty hard. He should, really, call an ambulance, but...this was easy stuff, he could do this. Maybe just...to stop the bleeding... "It's not so bad..."
"That's good." Lucy said, feeling a little...floaty and far away. She couldn't remember when the last time something like this had happened. She was usually so much more careful about stuff like this. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought ruefully. "I trust you on that anyway."
Ha. She'd been distracted by his awesome, clearly.
"Anything out here I can clean it up with?" At least then he'd have a reason for sticking his hands there beyond 'I just wanted a closer look, no big right?' which...never went over well.
Distracted by SOMETHING anyway, but it probably wasn't what he was thinking. Elton wasn't all *that* awesome comparatively speaking. "I've got a water faucet thing around the back and the hose isn't on yet?" Lucy offered, trying to rip at her shirt a little. "Maybe we could make it stop with some of this..."
"Too bad I could never master teaching Elvis to fetch..." It'd be helpful now for a towel or something, he was sure. Oh well. He took the piece of shirt she offered, and reached behind her head with one hand to lift it up while the other pressed the cloth to the cut and very carefully started to heal it.
And too late, Artemis remembered exactly who she was, exactly what was going on and..."Wait...Elton!" she started, just as the cloth was touching her cut. "I'm such a fucking IDIOT." She exclaimed, trying to sit up and brush him off before anything happened. If she was mixing English and Greek here, well the situation called for it and let him think she was speaking in tongues or something if she could possibly save him from..."You'd think I could remember ONE simple thing..." she said more to herself than him as she still tried to sit up against the wave of dizziness. "Fucking HELL..." but nothing was happening.
And she was...having a seizure? No. Just trying to get up. "I told you...hold still! This is all much easier if you don't thrash around like that..." No one had ever...had such a violent reaction to him healing them before. Was he missing something? No...no of course he wasn't. There was nothing wrong with her other than the cut on her head, maybe a mild concussion, but that was clearing up nicely... "Damn, woman..."
"You can't, Elton. It's going to...*I'm* going to KILL you." Artemis shouted, still trying to bat him away. " It happens when you touch me...it...If you stop now, it might not be too late. I don't know, this hasn't happened in...well a REALLY long time." and she'd been thinking clearly then and able to hold Jeanne off from touching her. But this... "There's *reasons* that I..." This should not be happening by all accounts, she realized before tuning into what was going on. "What in..." she managed, catching her breath and relaxing a little since it seemed all right and she was being *healed* after all. She obviously was with another... "Holy Shit..."
"Okay, okay...fine!" He dropped his hands away and stood up. "If I would have known you were going to throw such a fit, I would have just called 9-1-1. I mean, I know I haven't actually gone to medical school yet, but you learn this shit in grade school..." He glanced at his hands, frowned, and then turned to find a sink... Ugh. Women.
"No I mean..." Artemis sighed, then shook aside Lucy completely and *really* focused on him. This reminded her of that awful movie with the twins and the divorce...
"Right, uh-huh. I'm going to go use your sink now..." Geez, maybe he should have peeked into the future to see how this day was going to go before he'd decided to get dressed. At this rate, going home and crawling back into bed seemed like the safest idea.
"You know, this is so LIKE you." Artemis told her twin, stepping around him to block his way into the house. "I'd maybe forgotten just HOW much, but this whole *thing*, the archery, the *bitchiness*, the psycho family and Hell, even this." she pointed to her now totally healed up cut. "So now I feel like the world's biggest bitch, and totally oblivious to boot that it took THIS for me to get what's going on." She wouldn't have gone off like this if she hadn't known for a fact it was her brother here. Anything else and they'd probably toss her off to some crazy ward...hell 'Elton' might take her there himself so saying this...it meant a lot.
Elton stared at her, unsure if he should be angry, confused, or both. Probably both. "You've known me for a month, and while I will agree that minor concussions are a strange way to come to revelations about people, it's not my fault that it took you this long to decide I was a creep. And even though you probably won't listen, you should probably lie down before you hurt yourself again."
Ooh that one DID it. Much as Artemis had missed her twin and cared about him in her special way, she still didn't bother restraining herself against the urge to swing at him. Just like old times only with one actual major difference and a small injury to add to that. "It's not a minor concussion, Apollo, even if you *are* a creep!"
"..." Ow. "That was uncalled for!" He was still trying to work out how she'd so easily known his name and who the hell she might be, since he was obviously related to her. Lovely.
"Clearly all your bullshit ranting has helped you out immensely, but left me at a loss; probably intentional." Glare.
NNGH! MEN! Artemis didn't remember him being quite so obtuse before, but she'd been that way too, she reminded herself, taking a couple deep breaths. "You're STILL at one?" she asked him, incredulously now.
"I always knew I was the quicker of us two, but I didn’t think it was *so* obvious until right now!" Unless he really didn't recall. Artemis herself had taken up to almost letting someone die to help her to actually get what he was. She almost sighed, but didn't yet. Showing weakness in front of your twin was NEVER a good thing. "For Dad's sake, I delivered you!"
"...Oh." Blink.
Oh! Well. Damn. It was *HER*. He was still unsure how to feel at first. On the one hand, he was another sister showing up in the middle of trouble with sisters. On the other, Artemis was the one sister that he knew, or at least thought he knew, that would never, ever leave him.
Tacklehug!
THAT was better! Artemis dropped the bitchface, burst out laughing and violently hugged her twin back. "I can't believe what IDIOTS we are." she managed, because she sure as hell wasn't about to *cry* or anything. After all, that would look bad.
Idiots. Yeah. Sure. He may have agreed if he wasn't so busy trying to smother himself in her shoulder. Finally, someone that would stick by him, be on his side. Sure, there was D, for which he was more than grateful, but...sometimes he just didn't understand. Then again, this could backfire horribly, like things had with the muses; he wasn't sure he could take it if that happened...
Cling!
And Artemis was clinging right back. The thought of all the drama alone was enough to...holy shit she'd let him go through that drama ON HIS OWN and that had only been the start of that, now hadn't it? She'd missed him so much for so long and then, they could have had all of the last month or earlier if she'd been thinking straight and what had she been thinking when she'd taken off anyway? Maybe it didn't matter so much now. She could try to set things right with him now "I swear I'm never going anywhere again." She whispered, ruffling her twin's hair. "I missed you too much."
Summary: And NOW the log is redone and complete! Elton and Elvis come over to hang out with Lucy and the dogs. There’s a small accident, some blood, a close call and a revelation. Awww!