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john_grimm

The sky never changes.

Oct 10, 2009 00:33

He works for hours on the transmitter while Joanna sleeps, joining wires, and pulling apart consoles, and attaching chips. He tests it out every once in a while, just to make sure he's not screwing the thing up beyond repair. It seems to work, and finally he's done. He slips the headset on and goes to lie a little away from Joanna, eyes roaming the ( Read more... )

stuck planet-side, pondering, joanna, bones, distress signal up and running, jim

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joanna_mccoy October 10 2009, 05:08:37 UTC

Joanna came awake fast, a sense of wrongness filling her. She wans't home...there wasn't a home left anymore for her to be. She fought down any sobbing, as she sat up, and brushed her hair back. Damn everyone to hell and back. But for now...she knew her duties. "Get some sleep, soldier. I'll take watch."

john_grimm October 10 2009, 05:13:18 UTC

He hears her stir, but stays as he is, flat on his back, watching the sky. He listens as she pulls herself together and grinds out a flat order. He knows he won't be able to sleep. He barely needs any at all these days.

"Ensign. I don't actually sleep all that much. And there's not much to keep watch for, so I might as well keep you company." He pauses, considering the strange circumstances. "That is, if you don't mind."

joanna_mccoy October 10 2009, 05:19:04 UTC

"You can go ahead...it's not like I've much I can do here..." She prepped another hypospray and shot herself with it again before taking out a tricorder and hooking it up to a padd so she could take some readings, giving lie to her words

john_grimm October 10 2009, 20:28:21 UTC

John stays where he is, back against the sand, face to the sky. He can understand her terseness and brusque attitude. He's amazed she's held it together this long.

Still, he regrets that he has to be the one that reminds her of her dead father. As the only two people on this planet, they both need to be a team in order to keep themselves sane. And if she's hurting every single time she looks at him... he doesn't see how that can happen.

He could lay it out to her plain and simple, that they need each other, and her wincing every time she sees his face isn't going to help any. But he's been plenty frank as it is, and he's not sure how much more of that she can take.

So he decides to ease her into it, draw her out as it is. Get her talking about her past, maybe fabricate a past of his own, get her to relate to him.

"Ensign? You said you had a Dad and a Papa. Did they adopt you?"

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