Force Walker (darth_imperius) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-06-23 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, daisy johnson (quake), lomea kallig |
Who: Skye and Lomea
What: Visiting Skye
When: Recent
Where: Agency
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Lomea had been correct, Skye wasn’t anywhere near as fine as she pretended to be. She’d nearly died, and the thing that had frightened her the most was dying alone. Which was what had nearly happened in the Dreams. Jemma had been the one person she called upon waking up with the fatal wounds to her gut, not just because Skye knew that Jemma had the means to save her life, but because her ex was one of the few people that actually cared about her. If she was going to die, she’d rather die talking to Jemma and hearing her voice than simply be alone in silence.
That said, death trauma wasn’t easy to get over, but she was dealing with it the best way she knew how: Hide it behind humor and asking Jemma random questions. Because she knew the scientist was also very not okay with what had happened, and even before this had happened Jemma hadn’t been okay. Asking questions that were absolutely random was her way of helping Jemma process what she needed to.
Still, just because she was recovering and Jemma was with her didn’t mean that Skye enjoyed being bed-ridden. She was on strict orders to not get out of bed. That was insanely difficult for her to do because not being able to get up and do anything tended to drive her insane. She needed something to do otherwise her mind went to bad places she preferred to not think about. Such as death. And wondering who in this world, aside from Jemma, would even care if she died. Jemma was the only family she had.
Luckily, Skye at least had her phone, and she’d requested her computer (or a computer) so she could entertain herself with those things. She was currently in bed in the room that Jemma had her set up in. She still had an IV hooked up to her, but she didn’t have the oxygen tube up her nose anymore. Skye also managed to have color back in her cheeks. She’d lost so much blood that for a while, she was pale as a ghost.
Lomea had always been a confident woman, but her dreams had increased her confidence ten-fold. Her trajectory had been clear from the outset -- either she would die, or she would rise. There was no in between.
And she’d risen.
It was with that confidence and swagger that she strode back in to see Skye. Like the last time, she used the Force to gain access, and before long she swept into Skye’s room like a Queen come to see her subjects.
“Oh good, you’re awake. You’re a dull conversationalist when you are unconscious.”
And just maybe, she gave Skye a very fond look.
Skye heard the footsteps coming and she was honestly expecting it to be Jemma coming to check her vitals or visit or something. She looked up to see Lomea sweep in, and she blinked, slightly surprised to see her. But considering their conversation on the network, she had expected a visit. She just hadn’t known when Lomea would come to visit her. So having company, she closed her laptop and set it on the tray she had beside her bed.
“Sorry about that, I should work on that,” she responded with amusement. Though what Lomea said sank in after a couple seconds and she looked at her, slightly confused. “Wait, you visited me while I was unconscious?” It had actually been a coma, but Skye didn’t like using that word too often. And her situation had been more than dire when Lomea had last seen her. She was no longer on life support with tubes down her throat to keep her alive.
“Oh, I am more than capable of holding a conversation for the both of us,” Lomea assured her. She gestured with her hand, a chair moving over to the bed as she did so. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs. Skye certainly looked better now. Less fragile. Less vulnerable.
“I did, though I had to trick my way in.”
“Were you giving me some sort of speech about being a fighter?” Skye had no recollection of anyone talking to her while she’d been in a coma. All she had recollection of were the dreams she’d had, both of her Dream world and the ones Lomea had accidentally sent her.
“They do have tight security here, but not for someone like you with powers.”
“I … was telling you that you were too stubborn a woman to die,” Lomea allowed, tilting her head towards Skye. Lazily, she ran her hand along Skye’s arm, as if trying to examine the IV lines.
“I am pleased I was correct.”
Skye had to chuckle a bit at the comment. “I definitely am too stubborn to die,” she responded, a little shiver running through her at the touch to her arm. “Though I have to admit it wasn’t completely my being stubborn. It had a large part, yes, but there was something in my Dreams that was what saved me, healing the internal damage faster and better than any surgery could. Then the stubbornness kicked in to let me wake up.”
Skye didn’t completely understand what GH32 was, but it had saved her life. And Jemma hadn’t seemed overly concerned about using it. So it couldn’t be a terrible thing, at any rate?
“Intriguing,” Lomea said, studying Skye a little more closely. It wasn’t a terribly inconvenient thing to look at, even if Skye looked a little bit like a sick kitten at the moment.
Even a Sith Lord had trouble resisting the charms of a sick kitten.
“There are arts in my own dream to speed along healing. I know of them, though it is not my speciality beyond the basics.” She could close a wound with the Force long enough to get real help, but she’d never pursued the healing arts much past that.
Lomea wondered if she should try. She hadn’t risked it with Skye for fear of accidentally doing the opposite of healing.
The specifics of GH32 were that it was basically some sort of fluid taken from an alien. Coulson had been given a dose of it himself to help him heal from his own mortal wound. So Skye had some alien DNA flowing through her bloodstream currently.
“No offense meant, but you definitely seem more the warrior type than the healing type. So it makes sense. Plus I imagine it’s no small feat to learn how to heal in your dreams. Is it like, either you focus your talents for fighting or your focus them for healing instead of being able to learn and be able to utilize both at a high level?”
“More like a wizard,” Lomea replied, though she was delighted by the compliment. “I favor longer range attacks, with lightning and other Force abilities. I am trained for dueling, but it is not my strongest talent. I suppose I could brute force heal in a pinch, but there are probably downsides to that.”
“That is actually pretty cool. Keeps you out of the direct line of fire, yet you can deal a ton of damage to your enemies before you even get close to them. Makes sense.” Skye wasn’t exactly a war strategist, but she’d played more than a few videos games to know that a wizard had devastating magical capabilities.
And, well, Force users were in that same boat in terms of having immense capabilities with their abilities.
“Remind me to show you my ability to create lightning storms.” Lomea almost purred that sentence, preening as she did so. “It is glorious. Though there is much more one can do. Especially with the backing of a fleet.”
And she was bragging but did she really care? No.
Skye certainly heard the bragging, but she didn’t say anything about it. After all, she sometimes bragged about her computer skills. Though she didn’t brag as much as she probably should, but that was a different matter.
“I would totally love to see that some time. You know, as long as I’m not in said lightning storm so I don’t get electrocuted, of course. But I bet it’s pretty in its own, destructive and deadly way.”
Daisy was a talented hacker and if Lomea was just slightly more immoral she’d consider using those skills in her politics. But there were some lines she wouldn’t cross and besides, she preferred to win on her own merits.
“When you’re able to escape this facility, I’ll take you to the beach,” Lomea said. A nice quiet out of the way beach to really try to … impress… the attractive young woman.
“Oh my god, yes, that would be amazing,” Skye practically drooled at the thought. Though right now, any thought of being out of the Agency would make her drool. She really didn’t like being confined to bed. Of course, she knew it was for her own good, and it was hard to tell just how fast the healing was working. It was best to not test her wounds to see if they were healed or not. Though she’d still try to get out of bed without Jemma knowing so she could at least stand on her own two feet.
As if sensing Skye’’s desire, and thinking that maybe it might get her talking, Lomea leaned in until her lips were against Sky’es ear. “How would you like to escape this place?”
“Shh, don’t say that too loudly. I’m pretty sure my Warden has super-sonic hearing. She knows when I’m trying to get out of bed without help,” Skye murmured in response. “But I would love to get out of here.” Of course, by Warden, she meant Jemma. And she had a feeling that Jemma could descend upon them at any moment. Because it was how the scientist was.
“She would have to catch us,” Lomea pointed out. “And even if so, I could easily turn her away, and she would think it was her idea to let us go.”
That was the fun part of the mind trick. The suggestion, the making someone think it had been their idea entirely. Not something to be used too lightly, though this was probably borderline.
Considering Skye had seen all of the Star Wars movies and the TV shows and so forth, she was well aware of what technique Lomea was talking about. “No, don’t do that. Messing with Jemma is off limits.” Which came more out of the fact she didn’t want her friend’s mind messed with in any way than it did from the fact she still had feelings for her. She hadn’t really stopped loving Jemma, but that part of their relationship was over and in the past.
Lomea raised her eyebrows, and for a moment she considered pressing the issue, just to see how Skye reacted. Not that she was jealous or anything. “Then I shall reserve my techniques for the less willfull. Out of respect for your request.”
What she and Jemma had once had was in the past, but they still had a close bond. Life had just taken them in different directions and had different plans for them. “Thank you. Or just save it for the people that actually deserve it.” Like Skye’s ex-boyfriend that went all stalker on her. She still expected the guy to show up here in OC any day since she’d chosen to actually settle down in one place instead of simply living out of her van so she could stay on the move to avoid him finding her.
“Should you know of anyone who deserves it, I can assuredly make them believe they are a eighteenth century debutante ready for her debut,” Lomea assured her. If someone hurt Skye, she would take care of them, and they would know to never do so again, if she was kind enough to keep them alive.
Skye snorted at the image of Lomea making her ex-boyfriend believe he was that debutante. “I will definitely keep that in mind.” It made her smile, at any rate. Anything that put the ex in a bad light like that most definitely amused her.
The smile made Lomea inordinately pleased with herself. It kept Skye distracted and that was one thing she could do shy of picking Skye up and carrying her out of the hospital.
Though she was still considering the latter. “I can get more creative, if you wish.”
Staying distracted was the object of the game, really. Skye didn’t want to sit and think over her near-death experience. She preferred to avoid it all-together. “I definitely don’t mind you getting more creative.”
Lomea looked at the window, flicking her hand to unlock it and open it. “I am sure that carrying you out the window is as easy as floating a bedpan.”
And a bedpan floated out the window to demonstrate.
Again, Skye snorted as the bedpan floated out the window. “At this point, I might weigh about the same as a bedpan.” She didn’t, but Skye was willing to bet that the longer she was on bedrest, she’d probably lose some weight.
“I would not need the Force to lift you, then.” Lomea gave Skye’s body a once over, even if there was nothing obvious under the hospital sheet. She reached over and put a hand on her knee.
“If you can carry me and my as-yet-unnamed-IV, all the more power to you,” she responded, looking at Lomea. Skye set her hand on Lomea’s. “Thank you for being here.” She felt she needed to say that, to express that she was glad there was more than one person that would’ve mourned her if she hadn’t woken up again.
Lomea regarded her for a moment, expression inscrutable, before she put her hand over Skye’s. “I wanted you to know that you were not alone. I have seen what it looks like, to be cut off from everyone, adrift and alone in a sea of people. I only wish I had been present when you’d awoken.”
Skye gave a half-smile. “Yeah, I know how that feels. My biological parents didn’t want me. None of my foster families ever wanted me, so I got used to being alone. Jemma was the first person I met who taught me what family was supposed to mean.” Yes, Jemma was her family. Family wasn’t always related by blood, after all.
“But yeah, not waking up alone with bullets in my gut would’ve been a lot better.” At the very least, it might’ve helped her not feel so scared of potentially dying alone.
Family would be something nice to have. In her dreams, Lomea could only trust herself. Even her crew she only trusted so far. Even Morningstar, she only trusted so far.
Trying not to think about the Chiss agent, Lomea nodded. “At least you were able to call for help, so that is not nothing.”
Skye gave a nod with a little smile. “Yeah, I didn’t want to die. Or if I did die, I didn’t want to die alone.” She had to admit that was something she was afraid of, that she’d die and no one would care. It would’ve been like she’d never existed at all. Skye wasn’t exactly wanting fame and fortune, but she liked to know that she would be remembered by someone if she died.
Lomea simply nodded, leaning in and pressing her lips to Skye’s forehead. It was… an uncharacteristically sweet gesture on her part and when she pulled back she recovered by feigning disinterest. “Just let me know when you wish to escape and I shall ensure it.”
Okay, she definitely didn’t expect the kiss to her forehead, but Skye wasn’t going to stop it. But she also didn’t call attention to it, having a feeling that Lomea wasn’t really one to indulge in such things openly. She wasn’t yet sure if that was because she simply didn’t like showing a softer side, or if it was something else. At any rate, Skye wasn’t going to call it out.
“Believe me, you’ll be the person I ask for a jailbreak.” Skye said with a smile. Because she well knew Jemma, Kitty and Natasha wouldn’t be letting her leave until Jemma deemed her well enough to do so.