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Simon Tam ([info]mysisterisaship) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-09-03 21:26:00

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Entry tags:jessica moore, simon tam

Who: Jess M. and Simon
What: Simon is neurotically testing Kyle’s gift, and will now have to explain to Jess why he is fiddling with her stalker-jewelry
When: Tonight, late-ish
Where: Med lab
Warnings: Should be pretty tame

There was a crease between Simon’s eyes, a little dimpling and puckering of the skin, just starting to become ingrained enough that it was obviously going to become a wrinkle someday. That first night aboard Serenity, when he’d settled River into her room and she’d run her hands over his face like a blind person would, her fingers had paused there for just a moment and he’d thought, I didn’t have that line the last time I saw her, by which he’d meant before she went to the Academy. He remembered he hadn’t gone with their parents to drop her off, she hadn’t wanted him to, she was perfectly old enough to go without her gege hovering around in addition to her parents, making her look like a freak. He hadn’t resisted the idea of staying behind, he’d had an exam and he’d expected to be up to visit soon enough. That visit had never materialized, and years later there he had found himself, a wanted man on the outer rim, his sister tracing his face like a blind stranger and stopping her finger on that line. That always would have happened, he’d wanted to say, wanted to explain that worry over her hadn’t traced that wrinkle down his face. It had been the microscopes he’d stared into, the fine text on screens spelling out symptoms, the little details he couldn’t miss.

The line was pronounced now, a furrow, as he stared into the microscope and tilted the slide a little and adjusted the settings on the microscope itself. None of the telltale signs had materialized, none of the color changes of a chemical tell, but he’d been staring at the swab he’d run along the grooves of Jessica’s new necklace for the past fifteen minutes anyway. Every one of his tests had come up clean, as had all of Ruby’s according to Sam. He was beginning to think he’d have to admit that the thing was genuinely a gift and give it back to Sam so that the other man could give it back to Jess. He sighed and touched his index finger to his temple, warding off a building headache. There has to be something I’ve missed. No one just leaves something this expensive on someone’s doormat. No one just leaves something this expensive for someone they aren’t even seeing, it would be too forward. He reached over to the table and picked up the necklace itself, holding it up to see it better under the light set into the ceiling. It stood to reason that this gift wasn’t harmless. Even if it wasn’t cursed or poisoned it would be from someone who preferred to skulk around and worry Jess and her friends rather than simply ask her out for coffee, someone who didn’t care about disrupting other people’s lives and worrying them, and Jess was the kind of person who would just let it go on indefinitely. Better then, in some ways, that he did find a poison now. It would be more straight-forward than trying to convince her that whoever this was shouldn’t be humored. Yes, it would be safer that way he told himself. Completely rational.

He lowered the necklace out of the light and picked up another swab, working it over the clasp, a section he hadn’t tested yet. He was so absorbed in the task that he almost didn’t notice the sound of the door to the med-bay opening, and by the time he did it was too late to hide what he was doing. If he hadn’t, of necessity, had steady hands he would have startled visibly. As it was he merely froze, almost guiltily, necklace and swab still in his hands.



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[info]outofhisleague
2011-09-08 01:37 am UTC (link)
Jessica hadn't sensed danger when she had found the necklace on her doorstep. Honestly, she had thought it was just an admire, someone that hadn't worked up the bravery to actually approach her face-to-face as of yet. There wasn't any harm in that. It was Sam and Booth that had thought there might be some sort of ill-will or trouble intended to be caused with the necklace. It reminded Jessica of Medea and the poisoned crown. Jessica couldn't see anyone wanting to hurt her. Even if someone did it wasn't likely that they could get into the complex. Brady was the one person she could think of that might wish ill on her. If he had sent it there would have been so me sort of postage associated with it. It had been a pretty necklace and Jessica hadn't been as worried as others had about it.

Now, though, she wasn't sure what to think. Sam had been given the necklace to check out. Jess hadn't heard anything back from him as of yet. She could only assume that tests were still being done on the piece of jewelry. She didn't know what all they were doing to it, honestly. If they found anything, then she might be more curious. She just had to be patient. She had to wait for them to finish doing whatever they were doing. That would be the only way that she would find anything out.

She was trying not to think about the necklace, or what they may or may not be finding right now. Nope, instead, she was trying to focus on having her normal life. That meant heading down to the infirmary. Surprise surprise, that was where Jessica spent a good deal of time. She was running earlier than she really meant to, truth be told. She still had time before she really needed to be there, but Jessica was the type of person that liked to be early at times.

Pushing through the doors that lead into the infirmary first, Jessica walked into the med bay with a smile on her face. It was her default setting. It was very seldom when the blond didn't walk in with a smile on her face. The smile only dropped when she found Dr. Tam. What on Earth was he doing? She could see the swab, her necklace, and she couldn't help but wonder why he had it. The way he was frozen made him look guilty. He wasn't really doing anything wrong, but still...Jess hadn't even known that he had any worries about the necklace. "Hello, Dr. Tam.....what exactly are you doing with that? I thought Sam had it?"

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[info]mysisterisaship
2011-09-09 02:37 pm UTC (link)
Simon smiled back automatically, if tentatively, as Jessica entered the med bay and crossed towards him. His smile dropped the second hers did though, as if the expression had merely been an echo of hers, an automatic response with no real power of its own. He lowered the necklace back down onto the tray next to the microscope and turned slightly away from her as he stripped off the gloves he was wearing and threw them into the nearby trashcan.

“Sam dropped it off this morning,” he answered carefully, a little wary of the idea that Jess would think he was meddling in her personal life, taking liberties where they hadn’t been invited. “I was testing it,” he continued, “for poisons mostly. There are a number of things you could swab on jewelry that could burn when they come into contact with the skin or do neurological damage when inhaled. I tested for the second variety first, obviously,” he finished, motioning upwards to indicate his lack of a surgical mask. And there was nothing wrong with it that I could see, he almost added, but busied himself filing away the slides he’d used instead, turning his back to her as he opened one of their storage units used for medical samples and placed the swabs from her necklace on the top shelf, where they could be analyzed again if there was anything that he’d happened to miss.

“So,” he asked, back still turned as he focused on arranging everything, “do you have any idea who’s been sending you these gifts? I know that Sam seems to be worried at least, so I imagine there isn’t an obvious person to be doing that sort of thing.”

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