Daniel's Apartment
The weekend had been light. Janet had gone out with Parker for a drink, then spent a rather drunken night at Daniel's apartment and then spent most of the weekend nursing a hangover while lying in his bed. Monday she'd seen Daniel at the Perk, thankfully when no one else was around, and given him Methos' journal from the Watchers to translate (she'd already had him translate a previous Watcher's journal she and Parker had found in the library last November) before going back to the library and catching Veronica, Piper, and Chloe trying to break into Special Collections. Thank God they'd all had their library cards with them.
Idly, Janet thought of the time that she'd found Methos in the library moments after having taken the head of another Immortal, but she was exhausted, and concentrating on other matters now, like finding an antidote to Killer of the Dead.
Yesterday had been a long day, though. She'd started to get the glimmering of an idea when Veronica had come to visit, and then gone to talk to the bookstore owner about discovering the makeup of Killer of the Dead. He was trying to get her a chemical analysis to match up against the one presumably done by the clinic. The clinic had been the worst. She'd visited Angel and then lost track of time in the lab playing with the shiny toys doing as much as investigation as possible.
She'd had a breakthrough, though, while talking with Dr. Lambert about Slayers' blood. Why not just use the blood of a Chosen One? Luckily, Fandom had a million of them, including, apparently, Lana Lang and Agatha Clay. So at least she'd gotten to take samples of their blood and test them--there was definitely something similar that was common to the blood of all the Chosen Ones. With luck, that would help Angel. A lot of luck, maybe, but she came from a place where they counted on a hell of a lot of luck--and being just that good. Hopefully, they'd be just good enough here.
Then today had started early, when Janet had gone to visit Veronica and pick up the unicorn's horn and bezoar stone that Parker had sent from England. Since she was only operating on three hours' worth of sleep, she'd decided to do everything possible, including asking Dean Zordon to check the school files and send possible Chosen Ones to the clinic.
And at today's Chosen One blood drive at the clinic, wherein Janet had drawn blood from Phoebe, Paige, Agatha, Belthazor, Lana, Piper, Orlin, Daniel, and Kiki, she was exhausted. If she'd realized that Liz and Marty were back, she'd have stopped by the room, but unfortunately, Janet didn't even think about the people from England getting back home. Thank God Bridge had read everyone's aura and screened all the Chosen Ones for her. She owed him a big one for that, especially because he was able to week out Professor Tick and asked Cordelia to come back tomorrow so that she could get everything labelled, processed, and packaged away in cold storage.
She let herself into Daniel's apartment and then left a quick message for Callisto about the cure. Then Janet lay down on Daniel's bed, her legs waving in the air, as she went over her notes and Dr. Lambert's notes from when Angel had been omitted. Something about them was bugging her, but she couldn't figure out what--
Oh. Janet turned the page and studied the shorthand. "Of course!" she exclaimed. She'd gotten so used to creating medical shorthand when she was treating new species and ailments that when she'd seen unfamiliar shorthand, she'd puzzled through the meanings without even thinking about it. But if Dr. Lambert has created her own medical notations for vampires, what the heck was she doing with them? Has she treated vampires before she came to Fandom? She shook her head. It didn't matter, not right now, at least. She'd worry about that later, but for right now, she needed to come up with a good way to integrate magical ingredients with the blood of a good half dozen to dozen Chosen Ones from different universes. If she just kept studying, she could...
...fall asleep, her head pillowed on her arms and her notes slightly crushed underneath her, while fully-dressed and lying on Daniel's bed. And she certainly needed the sleep.
Idly, Janet thought of the time that she'd found Methos in the library moments after having taken the head of another Immortal, but she was exhausted, and concentrating on other matters now, like finding an antidote to Killer of the Dead.
Yesterday had been a long day, though. She'd started to get the glimmering of an idea when Veronica had come to visit, and then gone to talk to the bookstore owner about discovering the makeup of Killer of the Dead. He was trying to get her a chemical analysis to match up against the one presumably done by the clinic. The clinic had been the worst. She'd visited Angel and then lost track of time in the lab playing with the shiny toys doing as much as investigation as possible.
She'd had a breakthrough, though, while talking with Dr. Lambert about Slayers' blood. Why not just use the blood of a Chosen One? Luckily, Fandom had a million of them, including, apparently, Lana Lang and Agatha Clay. So at least she'd gotten to take samples of their blood and test them--there was definitely something similar that was common to the blood of all the Chosen Ones. With luck, that would help Angel. A lot of luck, maybe, but she came from a place where they counted on a hell of a lot of luck--and being just that good. Hopefully, they'd be just good enough here.
Then today had started early, when Janet had gone to visit Veronica and pick up the unicorn's horn and bezoar stone that Parker had sent from England. Since she was only operating on three hours' worth of sleep, she'd decided to do everything possible, including asking Dean Zordon to check the school files and send possible Chosen Ones to the clinic.
And at today's Chosen One blood drive at the clinic, wherein Janet had drawn blood from Phoebe, Paige, Agatha, Belthazor, Lana, Piper, Orlin, Daniel, and Kiki, she was exhausted. If she'd realized that Liz and Marty were back, she'd have stopped by the room, but unfortunately, Janet didn't even think about the people from England getting back home. Thank God Bridge had read everyone's aura and screened all the Chosen Ones for her. She owed him a big one for that, especially because he was able to week out Professor Tick and asked Cordelia to come back tomorrow so that she could get everything labelled, processed, and packaged away in cold storage.
She let herself into Daniel's apartment and then left a quick message for Callisto about the cure. Then Janet lay down on Daniel's bed, her legs waving in the air, as she went over her notes and Dr. Lambert's notes from when Angel had been omitted. Something about them was bugging her, but she couldn't figure out what--
Oh. Janet turned the page and studied the shorthand. "Of course!" she exclaimed. She'd gotten so used to creating medical shorthand when she was treating new species and ailments that when she'd seen unfamiliar shorthand, she'd puzzled through the meanings without even thinking about it. But if Dr. Lambert has created her own medical notations for vampires, what the heck was she doing with them? Has she treated vampires before she came to Fandom? She shook her head. It didn't matter, not right now, at least. She'd worry about that later, but for right now, she needed to come up with a good way to integrate magical ingredients with the blood of a good half dozen to dozen Chosen Ones from different universes. If she just kept studying, she could...
...fall asleep, her head pillowed on her arms and her notes slightly crushed underneath her, while fully-dressed and lying on Daniel's bed. And she certainly needed the sleep.