A Stabbing Is Not An Appropriate Birthday Present

[student_lighter]

Sickbay: [for Carson so our little whitelighter doesn't die.]

Chris ran toward the playpen. Gideon had vanished, no doubt staying invisible until he could make a move on Wyatt. He had to get the toddler out of here, or else all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. The trauma of Gideon's attempt to pierce his shield and kill him would turn him evil. And then, Chris's future was doomed. Well, it was already pretty much doomed. The world was a mess and his Wyatt wanted to kill Chris since his little brother didn't want to play 'take over the world' with him.

The Whitelighter-Witch ran, but was only able to take a handful of steps before Gideon materialized, his knife sinking in his abdomen. He watched the elder walk over and pick up his big little brother(time travel was so confusing) and orb away.

Chris fell the the attic floor, calling for his father, the older Whitelighter to help heal him, and go after Wyatt.He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, Chris was still on the floor.

But not the floor of the Halliwell Manor. But the Book was next to him. An old book, quite thick.

He tried to get up. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Chris tried to orb back to the manor, so his father could get to him. Instead, the Whitelighter-Witch just dematerialized in a flash of blue and white lights, and then materialized again in the same place.


"Anyone have a bandaid?"

[Sickbay: After the funtimez that is emergency surgery, OPEN]

Chris sat up in bed and looked around, for the first time getting a good handle on his surroundings. The Halliwell's Book of Shadow's was beside him. Good. At least no one had tried to walk away with it while he was unconscious.

This was.....not like any hospital he'd ever seen before. And it wasn't the Manor, Magic School or any plane he was familiar with. So...how did he get here? Did Gideon orb him here so he wouldn't be able to help Wyatt? Focusing for a minute, his eyes widened in alarm. Definitely a different plane. He couldn't feel his Mom and his Aunts. Or Leo. He had to hope that Leo would get to Wyatt. Save him. Chris would just have to get back as soon as he could. Well, bright side at least he wouldn't be in the same reality when he was born? Which was any minute now.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't be here right now."

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[dust_of_life]

Fatima rarely wandered in areas where she knew she'd find a high concentration of Starfleet types. But Sick Bay was an exception to the rule. It was Beverly's domain and exploring it made Fatima feel closer to the doctor somehow. She was showing an interest. She was getting her Ariel on, trying to be a 'part of her world' and all.

Plus the folks in the blue uniforms seemed a little more sympathetic to her situation than the others.

She was strolling around, doing her best to stay out of everyone's way while examining a computer bank. The heels of her freshly-replicated shoes clacked lightly against the floor. When she heard someone speaking, she turned around to regard him.

New face. Not that Fatima recognized every single person on the floating Hilton. But he had the same look as new arrivals often did. She glanced around, to see if any of the doctors or nurses were going to address his question, but when she didn't see one, she headed over herself. "That makes two of us."

[student_lighter]

"And who are you?" Chris asked warily.

Then again, the Whitelighter-Witch was rather untrusting. It paid to be paranoid, especially when you grew up in the family he did. And when you were recovering from a stab wound inflicted by someone you were supposed to trust. Gideon had been under his nose all this time. All this time he thought the evil that had turned Wyatt was a demon. Stupid. Stupid. Phoebe had been on the right track when she learned that usually it was a family member or close friend who hurt a child, not a stranger.

Chris glanced at the book, wondering how it got out of the house in the first place. He didn't take it. Did he? Even if it was the real one. What if all of this was just a dream, or some demonically influenced reality bent on getting him to give up the book? Or to just keep him occupied until it was too late.

[dust_of_life]

"A fellow inmate to this asylum," Fatima replied, giving him a brief, scrutinizing look. He wasn't pinging her Cainite radar. Which made sense, given the fact that he was in a hospital bed.

She wondered why.

Well, there was always the lively art of conversation. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, before folding her hands behind her back.

Fatima was a pretty girl. Not exactly beautiful or a sex kitten. But she knew how to work with what she had. And it helped that she had access to all the makeup she could ever want. She layered it on thick, over her eyelids and lips, giving herself an almost feline appearance. But she wasn't delicate. No, she had tight, lean muscles, built from surviving Zelien and her own world of darkness.

"Name's Fatima," she said. "And no, I'm not a terrorist."

[student_lighter]

"Actually terrorist wasn't what I was worried about." Not that Chris is going to go off spouting about demons and warlocks and witches. Especially since he was sure this place probably had restraints. And at least where he was from, people who started talking crazy were treated, well, crazy. Or burned at the stake. He hated both of those options.

Chris was, rather appreciative of Fatima's appearance. And if he wasn't being completely paranoid(what else was new, it was his usual state), he might have relaxed a little, enjoyed himself.

"Is this actually an asylum or are you trying to be funny?" Chris was not amused. Then again he wasn't very fun to begin with.

[dust_of_life]

"It's a Starship, really," Fatima replied. "But it sometimes feels like an asylum. You're in the medical bay right now. You were whooshed here, same as me, by some weird omnipotent creature who likes 1980s rockstars and goes by the name of Q."

She did not say the name pleasantly. More like tasted like a lemon in her mouth.

Fatima wasn't big on being jerked around by anything more powerful than she was. Which, sadly, was any number of things.

"The people in the funny space pajamas are the natives. They're part of something called 'Starfleet.' The rest of us are prisoners of this Q thingy."

[reincarnshaman]

A cat appears on him.

Well right next to him.

She stares at him with that cat stare that cats can do. The JUDGING stare.

She then reaches out and bops him on the nose with a paw.

And that is what she thinks about you not needing to be there right now, Chris.

[student_lighter]

Chris stared at the animal, trying to figure out if it actually was an animal, a screwed up demonic joke, or someone's familiar.

"How'd you get in here? I didn't think animals were allowed in hospitals." Chris inquired quietly to the little black cat. Then Chris blinked, focusing his gaze upward as he heard jingling.

Was someone calling him? Not only does he get kidnapped but he gets charges to take are of? Talk about not fair.

Well, whoever they were they could wait until he was actually allowed to leave this hospital area.

[reincarnshaman]

She is a cat. She is very much a cat. Even though she just randomly appeared there. She is a cat. Everything about her said cat.

She's is someone's familiar.

But mostly she is a cat. She bops him on the nose again.

"Yes, but when did that ever stop a cat if she didn't want it to stop her?" Trever said, coming over Chris. He'd been doing some basic learning of things in Sickbay since Dr. Crusher said he could learn nurse like things and be helpful.

[student_lighter]

"True. She's yours? I don't suppose you're a doctor here, or have you been abducted like everyone else?" Chris asked, taking a mental tally. How many people were they talking about? How big was this thing? And was it possible to stop or was he going to have to ride it out and wait for this Big Bad to get bored and go onto another gig. You know, before he found his mom and aunts or adult Wyatt and kicked it's ass.

"I'm Chris by the way. If my name isn't on the chart."

[reincarnshaman]

"As much as anyone could say they own a cat," he said. Being able to understand cats, Trever knows exactly where he is in the cat pecking order. And owner definitely wasn't she called him.

"I am not a doctor here, though they're letting me train as a nurse. And yes, I'm one of the unfortunately abducted ones. You can usually tell who hasn't been abducted because they're wearing those uniforms." Trever wouldn't be caught dead in one of those.

Except when he's trying to pass himself off as a member of the crew. But otherwise, he prefers his jeans and tee-shirts.

"I'm Trever. Her name is Veena."

Yet another bop. She seems to be liking this bopping thing.

I'm not at all sorry...

[engineermage]

An hour or so after Trever stomps out.... Trever comes back. He seems to be in a much better mood than when he stormed out earlier. There's no cat this time. He's carrying a PADD looking at it as he walked over.

"So, can I double check something out with you?" he asked.

HAHAHAHA

[student_lighter]

Ugh. Damn jingle. "Sure, go ahead." Why did he change his clothes? Whatever. Not his problem. "Looks like you've calmed down some. "

Chris can't say he's unhappy not to see the cat. The cat who vomited all over his feet. Thanks so much buddy.

Re: HAHAHAHA

[engineermage]

"Mmhmm..." Sure. He'll go with that because Trever has calmed down. After sparring with Kale enough that he worked it all out. So. Yes. He's not lying.

Though, in regards to the cat, Veena is of the opinion he deserved it because he was meaning mean to her human.

"Guardian angel... they're..." he looks down at the PADD, "messengers of their god that look after individual people? Yes?"

There's a frown. "Does your god have a name? Haven't been able to find one beyond 'god'."

They looked up whitelighter and found nothing in the databases - but they did find something about guardian angels!

Re: HAHAHAHA

[student_lighter]

Chris actually laughed. "Okay let's get one thing straight. Technically Whitelighters aren't the same as guardian angels. Everyone has a guardian angel. They prevent you from doing stupid things like walking into traffic. Whitelighters are different. They're assigned to specific people who either need help or are magical and need protection and guidance. And technically they're governed by the Elders, which are kind of Senior Whitelighters, but they're all a bunch of people in white robes who don't know how to have fun and have forgotten what it's like to be human. And they don't really like me much. Also, they're not here."

Chris shook his head.

"Next time, try asking me first instead of trying to look it up."

Re: HAHAHAHA

[engineermage]

"Mmhmm..." Scribbling note. "You'll have to forgive my ignorance. Angels - of any sort - don't exist on my world. Nor do whitelighters."

Kale tapped the PADD absently. "They did explain that people here are from different worlds, right?"

Is he being a wee bit condescending?

Yes.

[kittened]

Felicity had just stepped out from behind the cutain that separated Oliver's room from the rest of the bay. She heard the voice, and her curiosity really got the best of her, and rather than leave, she followed the voice.

"I don't think that's allowed?"

[student_lighter]

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. " Chris answered through the curtain to the unknown female voice. Reaching over to pull it back, he gave her a polite smile and a wave. "Chris. And you don't look sick or injured."

SO so sorry Life blew up

[kittened]

"Felicity.... Felicity Smoak," She said, laughing a little. "Wow that sounded so James Bond didn't it?" She shook her head in the negative. "I'm not, but my boyfriend is, and I'm curious..."

Re: SO so sorry Life blew up

[student_lighter]

Chris gave a laugh. Finally, someone he could connect with. "Yeah, a little. I'm sure you're just as cool as James Bond though. I'm sorry your boyfriend is hurt. It seems like they do some good work here though. I wouldn't be too worried about him."

Mine too thanks for tagging back

[kittened]

"How do you know? He could be dead.... I wasn't there to catch him," She babbled. "I swear to God he needs a guardian angel, and I doubt Moira Queen has achieved angel status... and 3, 2, 1 the floor will swallow me whole."

[atadiscoverer]

One would think that you would get used to people just materialising from nowhere with serious injuries, but... No. You never do. Especially ones that disappear and re-appear in a flurry of white orbs.

"Oh, bloody hell." Carson mumbles, snatching up his Tricorder and a medical kit, jogging the short distance over to Chris, and getting down on the floor next to him.

"My name's Dr. Beckett. You're alright. Can you still hear me?"

[student_lighter]

"Loud and clear Doc. And I don't mean to argue with your medical diagnosis but I'm pretty sure I'm not alright."

Unfortunately for Chris, he was completely conscious for the entire experience. And getting stabbed by an Elder in the stomach? Not something he wanted to repeat. He breathed shallowly, trying to control the pain and stay focused.

He was about to assume Gideon was nicer than he originally seemed and orbed him to a hospital but....this didn't look like a regular hospital. A brief, albeit painful moment later, Chris confirmed, he couldn't feel the Sisters.

Also. Crap. "You didn't just see me come in here did you?"

[atadiscoverer]

"We'll sort you out, son, don't worry." Carson assures, flipping out his Tricorder to assess the damage, the emergency medical kit being placed next to him by a nurse.

"In a flurry of light and blue orbs? Aye. But, don't worry, it's not the weirdest thing I've seen." He takes a Hypospray from the kit, loading it with a vial. "I'm just going to give you a wee something for the pain, then we'll get on fixing your abdomen, okay?"

[student_lighter]

"Thanks," Chris nodded, letting the doctor do his thing, but he was worried. What if whatever Gideon did to him couldn't be fixed? What if in fixing him this Dr. Beckett discovered what he was? Well, if that wasn't completely obvious from his entry. He knew there was something in his blood that made him a witch. That much had been discovered by his mother and the unfortunate doctor who wouldn't leave well enough alone. What if there was a whitelighter component as well? Could this guy handle it?

"Does that mean stuff like this happens to you a lot? People just appear in your hospital in a bunch of blue and white lights?"

Sorry for the late tag in, had to figure out who could/would be here now

[ro_laren]

Ro had been checking in, constantly, to find out if they had any way to turn her back into an adult again. So she had been pacing, waiting for a doctor to be ready for her, when she heard the man speak.

She turned smartly on her heel to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then don't be," she said. Why was this suddenly her problem?

And yes, she is still wearing her uniform.