Alana (athenacalled) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-05-21 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | alana kellings, herakles |
Who: Alana and ... Herkcules
What: Rescue of the 'Dead'
Where: Some back space, Alana's truck, Alana's house
When: May 21st (three days after the news paper report)
Warning: Alana's still got some language issues.
The phone number had been from Teddy. If it wasn't Teddy who was sending the message, then they would need to explain why the fuck they had his phone. To be on the safe side, she had Pirate and Bowser with her. And a knife. But she'd looked the coordinates that were sent to her up, and began to look around. Somewhere... but where? Ugh. This had better not be a stupid goose chase.
Bowser had been calm through most of the car drive out and walking out among the trees. But at once, he froze before beginning to bark like a madman -- maddog? -- straining at his leash towards a small ledge.
"Woah!" Alana gave a tug on the leash, trying to keep the dog from out right dragging her. But she went in the direction he seemed to be headed, Pirate on his own leash coming along as well. The smaller dog seemed more interested in smelling the bushes, and a tug was needed to bring him along as the mortal and older dog followed a narrow path through some plants. A drop off became visible before her, and she paused, looking around. "What'd ya find Bowser?"
The lab whined and barked, coming to a pause as he sniffed at a bulky yellow shoe lying exposed in the high grass and bushes. He pawed at it lightly.
And it jerked slightly in response.
"Holy shit!" Alana jumped back a half step in surprise, before leaning closer and pushing the bush out of the way to try to peer beyond. "Hello?"
There was no reply, just a slight groan, a mix between pain and waking up.
"Hey, are you alright?" She really didn't want to surprise someone, especially not the giant. "Don't kick me or somethin'," she mentioned, trying to get a look at them. Well, it wasn't Teddy. She let Bowser investigate only tugging the leash back when he got a bit to personal in his investigations.
Bowser pressed his nose in further, sniffing along a severely burned and very large yellow suit that was clearly occupied. The man groaned and shifted a bit but continued to lay face first on his stomach, blonde hair and pale skin darkened by the dirt of the small cave he lay in.
"Hey..." She leaned closer, and noticed the burns. "Shit. Dude, I'm calling 911..." Alana pulled out her cell phone, ready to start dialing.
The groan stopped short. Then, hoarse from smoke and burns, a voice whispered, "Alana?"
She froze, then shifted to try to see the face. "Oh fuck.... Giant?" Bending down near his head, she carefully reached toward his hair, brushing it back after looking for anything that might be ichor.
"Alana..." Herakles rested his head again, closing his eyes as he sighed with obvious relief. "Fuck... thought you were another one of those bird... bird watchers..." At the feel of her hand, he relaxed.
"Any ichor?" She could worry about helping him with everything else once she knew she wasn't about to die. Glancing about, she pushed the dogs out of the way so she could see about them both better.
"Shouldn't be... lost my helmet a while back... but the suit isn't safe," he got out before he fell into a coughing fit. "Thanks for coming."
"Not gonna ignore calls from the dead guy..." Carefully, she touched his face again, then looked to the rest of him. "Think ya can walk?"
"Haven't tried yet," he said in his new voice, not quite as deep as the old one but a bit older. He turned his face to look up at her; the face was slimmer, the eyes still blue but the hair a curly blonde. Same person. Different face.
She stared at him for a moment, taking in this new look, then shook her head and looked away, toward her truck. "We'll need ta get ya moved. I can't carry ya, and I ain't got a bunch of sled dogs..." How were they going to manage this if he couldn't walk?
"Just... need to get some strength back..." He started to push himself up, managing to get onto both his elbows before he ran out of breath. "This is going nowhere..." And like a lightbulb bursting over his head, he got an idea. "Could I ask a favor, once?"
Like this wasn't a favor? But what were friends for? She nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"I haven't recovered yet from the blast thingie. It took all I got just to fix myself up... they think I'm dead, I bet.." Looking up, he tried to smile at her reassuringly. "A prayer or two could help...?"
"A prayer?" The surprise was rather clear in her reaction, as she took a moment to process that idea. How could a single prayer be of much help? It'd taken tons of worship and full belief to keep them as high and mighty gods... then again... "Should I find a pair of gym shoes ta sacrifice or somethin' too?"
He laughed but it quickly fell into a hacking cough. "No... just, whatever sounds like a prayer to you. Words don't matter, just the feeling. It'll help a little.
She frowned a bit as she heard him coughing, then sighed, and shifted to sit back on her heels. It was awkward to think of anything to form into a prayer, especially with him right there, but she managed to think of the gyms and form something like it enough that it would hopefully show faith, and the power that feed the gods strength.
And he could feel it as easily as a spring breeze. Ohhhh... He sighed with some relief, letting it soak in as he slowly pushed himself up to his knees. Bit by bit... His skin flushed a bit more, the last few scabs and scars of his wounds beginning to fade away like they'd never been. "Keep going."
Something slipped into the thoughts of the prayer that may have been 'bite me', but she continued for a bit longer. This was taking a long time in a manner of things, and the dogs were getting bored, as well as sitting like that was making her legs start to protest with the prayer becoming a bit redundant.
"Alana."
Leaning in, strong enough now to stand upright, Teddy leaned back down and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "You can stop now."
"Good, cause I think my legs fuckin' fell asleep..." she grumbled, opening her eyes and peering up at him. Hmm. Couldn't see much of what he looked like. Eh, oh well. She raised a hand for him to help her up. "We need ta get ya some clothes."
He took it, shedding the top half of his suit. It stunk. Badly. "I'd have to agree there..." Looking at her, the two of them closer a bit in height now, he smiled. "Thanks."
Oh, she liked him being shorter. Even if he was still taller. Grinning, she reached up and ruffled his hair. "No prob." She lifted her chin in the direction of her truck. "Ride's that way. We can make a stop at a second hand shop long enough ta get something you can fit inta ta act'ly go shopping.... after you get a shower."
"Thanks..." He gave her another kiss, this time on the forehead, as he began to limp off in the general direction she'd pointed.
".... I'm making you sit in the back." He stank. She did not need that in the truck with her as she was driving. He would just have to deal. Besides, it wasn't raining...
hunderbearer: He sure wished it was though. Not only was he sore and reeking of the scent of his own blood and flesh, but he was filthy to boot. And even a god of men could only take that for so long. He pulled himself up into the bed of the truck, laying back down with a small grunt and then lay still, offering her a thumbs up. Ready to roll.
Alana handed him Bowser's leash and helped the dog up to meet him, as she got Pirate into the cab with herself. She didn't trust the puppy to stay in place nearly as well. Once given the good to go though, she got herself into the driver's seat and headed out. There was a second hand shop on the way to her house, more or less, and she pulled into the lot, leaving her dog inside the truck for the moment. "Any requests or clue ta what size I'm grabbing?" she asked.
He gave her his size, then paused, and gave her a different size; he wasn't as muscled as before. Lean was in this year, or whatever.
She arched an eyebrow at the change in numbers, then nodded and headed inside. Well, he hadn't told her no plaids or anything... Oh, to be evil, or to be good? As long as she was able to find him clothes, what did it matter? Back to him as she entered the store, a smirk came to her lips.
He remained flat on his back, as still as a corpse, ignoring the whispering passerby.
Alana took her time inside, though not, in honesty, that long. She grabbed some simple shorts and a pair of jeans, two shirts and some flip flops that, while he probably didn't like the shoe type, would at least be good enough to get him into an actual store to buy what he wanted himself. Smirking like someone who had just pulled off some kind of prank, she walked out with the bags to the truck.
Hearing her footsteps coming up to the truck, Herk opened up an eye to look up at her. "I don't like the look of that smirk..."
"And you never should..." she taunted, then gave him an innocent sweet smile before dropping the bag in his lap, and climbing into the driver's seat. She slide open the window between cab and back before starting the truck in preparation of heading to her house.
The former-Teddy blinked at her, watching her get in. Women... Shaking his head, he sat up with his back to the cabin, shedding off the ichor and fire stained clothes to put on the new ones. Oh, the breeze!
Alana glanced back in her rear view mirror and caught part of what he was doing. "Hey! Are you tryin' to start a strip show in my truck?" she accused.
"You want my blood covered butt on your nice seats?" he retorted.
"No, but if you're going to take it off you could at least stand up and give a good show. Fuck, you could make some good money if you try that." She continued to watch him through the mirror, seeing just what it was he would do next.
Herk rolled his. But if she wanted a show... With a smirk of his own, he turned around so his front was visible, and dropped the pants. And his boxers. What, they were dirty too!
"Holy Fuck!" Alana gave a small shriek of surprise at the action and automatically covered her eyes. Okay, he wasn't supposed to take her seriously! But after a brief moment she was laughing and turned in her seat to lean out the window and look up at him. "You know, I'm not the one that's gonna be tippin' you. You can give me a private show later."
"I'm gonna hold that to you," he called. "Good grief, you forget, you're dealing with Greeks." Snickering, he pulled on the pants. Ah well. And here he'd slightly hoped she'd be more visually interested. "Nudity was our heritage."
She rolled her eyes and settled back into her seat, checking the road before starting off for home. "Much as you may think you're in Neo-Greece, Giant, this is still Miami." She thought about that for a moment. "Ya need ta have on a g-string ta get away with it in public here."
The god chuckled and tugged on the shirt before replying, "Then I'm totally holding you on that promise for a private show. Heh."
"You just better make it a good one, and have the booze to back it up," she retorted as she drove. The house wasn't that far away. Only a few more minutes at most.
"I do owe you beer..."
"Lots of it. For the party." That reminded her... "By the way, you mention to anyone else you're among the living?"
He shook his head, leaning back against the tailgate to rest a bit. "No... You were the only person I called."
"We might want to fix that," she mentioned, just as they pulled up to the front of her house. "There was an article 'bout your death and everythin'. I headed over to claim your dog before anyone else could."
"Thanks..." He sighed, running a hand through the new hair. "I figured as much... And I didn't plan for this one at all. Damn."
"I didn't think ya had. Come on, let's get ya inside so that you can get a shower and call some folks or somethin'. We'll try ta get your life back in order. Let ya write yourself into your will or whatever." Climbing out of her car, and letting Pirate follow behind, she headed up to her house.
He followed, no longer limping, his body nearing full recovery. Ah yes, the power of prayer. "Thanks...I really appreciate it."
"Just remember this when I need ta call in favors," she mentioned, then pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "Go ahead and take a shower, then we can see 'bout cleanin' up the mss ya made in my truck."
Teddy nodded, even though he wondered what had been the point of undressing and dressing if he was just going to shower... but he realized that any minute trace of ichor left on him could kill her, dry or not. Shivering at that thought, he headed towards her bathroom, stripping as he went.
She hadn't been the one to told him to strip in the truck, that was all his own idea. And he stank. And there was a second set of clothes still in the bag. She brought both dogs safely inside and put down bowls of water, carefully not watching him as he stripped his way to the bathroom. "There's clean towels in the cabinet."
"Thanks!" he called, closing the door after him to appease her sense of privacy and stepping into the shower. Ugh. Didn't wanna stand anymore... he promptly turned the water onto hot, grabbed a nearby loofah and sat down to start scrubbing. Mmmmmmm...
Looking through her kitchen, Alana began to put together two sandwiches for The Giant, and one for herself. She set it on the counter for him to grab once he was out of the shower, then plopped down on the couch to eat her own.
He appeared a short while later, dressed in the first set of clothes, and sat down beside her with the sandwich behind her. The god gave her a tired but grateful smile. "Thanks," he said once again.
"Contact your family," she mentioned after she finished the bite in her mouth. "You can crash here if ya need, but the old man can prob'ly help ya get a life together again."
Smiling, he gave her a peck on the cheek. "Yeah. Just gonna rest a sec first... Gotta get my head figured out and stuff."
"Any idea what you're gonna do for this life? Name and all?" she asked, taking another bite of food.
He shook his head. "Usually I plan it out. People start noticing you don't age, or like this, with a super bad accident. But I got kinda comfortable here... Distracted..." Cough. "Forgot to think about it, really. Suggestions?"
"Don't look at me. You're the pro at this. Why not be your own nephew or somethin'?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Already told most of my co-workers I got no family left. It rules out questions like 'hey, when are we gonna meet your parents' and stuff." He shrugged and ate his sandwich before replying, "But I'll figure it out."
"Write your own will. I've got a key ta your house. No one will really question me turning up with it. Give it ta some outta town high school buddy, or war partner or somethin'. Not like they can question it too much." She shrugged herself.
"Mmhm." Closing his eyes and slumping into the cushion, Herk sighed. Just... wanted to rest first.
Alana poked him. "Contact people."
"Sleep first."
She rolled her eyes. "Fuck it, Hand me your phone and tell me who I'm messaging."
Le sigh. Handing over the phone, he turned over onto his side and promptly began to snore.
Alana moved off the couch, taking phone and empty plates with her to the kitchen. Well, she'd just have to guess... Or wait. Oh well. For now, at least, she'd let him sleep.
Summary: Alana follows the directions from Teddy on her phone and brings the new guy home.