The surgery finished, Clair finds something or someone to flop on.

Flop.

Clair went home. She went home, turned off her cellular, talked to her kids for several hours, and then went to bed.

And she plans to stay there.

Clair makes her way to Dom's office. She knows this is a conversation that might not even occur, but, damnit, she was going to try.

She knocks on Dom's door, then.

Clair made her way back to the Shop, found Z, and flopped on him.

"Meh."

Clair had fled the Sanctuary when her beeper had rung. Code Blue--Gabriel had flatlines, presumably because of the psychic turmoil and not, she hoped, because Allen had decided to unplug him and melt his insides ( Read more... )

Ish a Clair! A bitty Clair!


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After putting Gabriel under, W wasted no time in getting the tiny, delicate shunts repaired, sealing them off and stopping the bleeding neatly. This time, she'd gone in through the sinuses with a nose probe, tiny instruments guided by screens. He was only lucky the blood was contained in the brain matter and didn't leak into the CSF ( Read more... )

W is currently in her office, compiling notes and having a nice cup of tea. Meanwhile, Edward is recovering in one of the rooms. Everyone has gone home for the night and it's nice and quiet.

( In Which Repairs Are Made And Many Things Are Learnt. )

It was late at night when a portal opened not too far from W's office. She nipped through, opening the office door and walking in, turning on the lights. Imediately, she crossed to the filing cabinet next to the desk, thumbing through it until she found a slim folder. Then she dropped into the chair behind the desk and turned on her computer, ( Read more... )