A/N
I see all I have to do to get everyone involved in the story is leave someone in grave danger at the end of every chapter. Mean of me I know, but I had fun.
WoC
I froze. Damien sounded so insistent that I stopped dead. And then suddenly I felt it. Something was crawling up my neck. A sudden almost unbearable panic came over me.
"Damien," I whimpered.
"Just hold still," he said, concentrating on whatever was on my neck, "I can't get it off until it get to your hair. I'm afraid it will bite you if I try now."
I looked at Micah frantically. He seemed as frozen as Sherlock. I couldn't take this much longer.
"Do something," I pleaded, "Damien, please."
"Just trust me," he whispered, "I'll take care of it. Just trust me now."
I closed my eyes and felt the creature crawl up my neck towards my ear. It was a spider. I could tell from the way it was moving across my skin. And it was big. I could tell that too. I felt it start to move to my hair and suddenly with one quick movement, Damien had knocked it to the floor. I exploded forward into his chest almost hysterical. I turned my head to see a massive brown spider start to crawl away on the floor. Sherlock slammed his foot down over it with a disgusting noise. I buried my face back in his chest. It looked childish, I know, but I had just been traumatized.
"It's all right," he soothed, "you're fine. I've got you."
I clung to him until some of the panic subsided. Even then I still didn't want to let go. It may have been a guilty pleasure, but I wanted him to be holding me. After all it just felt good to be safe. I finally pulled away from him and leaned back against the table. Micah watched us like a third wheel. I felt a little bad for him, but hey, he hadn't been the one to save me from the spider. Sherlock had proved himself quite adept to getting me in and out of trouble. I realized that even though I had pulled away, he still had his hand on my arm, as though to jerk me back to himself if any more danger was presented.
"Well that was interesting," he said almost blandly, yet he was still breathing rather shakily, betraying that he had been upset by the situation, "maybe we do need to start paying you."
I moved over to the plants where I figured it might be safer, and let the two continue their search. Sherlock still looked over at me from time to time as if to make sure I was still all right. I turned around and began studying the plants behind me.
"Damien!" I said suddenly.
Both he and Micah wheeled around.
"What?" Sherlock said urgently.
I pointed to the plants in front of me. They were all meticulously labeled, but one in particular had called my attention.
"Nux vomica," Damien said as he and Micah came up behind me, "that's an Indian plant if I remember my botany correctly."
"It's also where you originally get strychnine from," I said with a raised eyebrow.
I see all I have to do to get everyone involved in the story is leave someone in grave danger at the end of every chapter. Mean of me I know, but I had fun.
WoC
I froze. Damien sounded so insistent that I stopped dead. And then suddenly I felt it. Something was crawling up my neck. A sudden almost unbearable panic came over me.
"Damien," I whimpered.
"Just hold still," he said, concentrating on whatever was on my neck, "I can't get it off until it get to your hair. I'm afraid it will bite you if I try now."
I looked at Micah frantically. He seemed as frozen as Sherlock. I couldn't take this much longer.
"Do something," I pleaded, "Damien, please."
"Just trust me," he whispered, "I'll take care of it. Just trust me now."
I closed my eyes and felt the creature crawl up my neck towards my ear. It was a spider. I could tell from the way it was moving across my skin. And it was big. I could tell that too. I felt it start to move to my hair and suddenly with one quick movement, Damien had knocked it to the floor. I exploded forward into his chest almost hysterical. I turned my head to see a massive brown spider start to crawl away on the floor. Sherlock slammed his foot down over it with a disgusting noise. I buried my face back in his chest. It looked childish, I know, but I had just been traumatized.
"It's all right," he soothed, "you're fine. I've got you."
I clung to him until some of the panic subsided. Even then I still didn't want to let go. It may have been a guilty pleasure, but I wanted him to be holding me. After all it just felt good to be safe. I finally pulled away from him and leaned back against the table. Micah watched us like a third wheel. I felt a little bad for him, but hey, he hadn't been the one to save me from the spider. Sherlock had proved himself quite adept to getting me in and out of trouble. I realized that even though I had pulled away, he still had his hand on my arm, as though to jerk me back to himself if any more danger was presented.
"Well that was interesting," he said almost blandly, yet he was still breathing rather shakily, betraying that he had been upset by the situation, "maybe we do need to start paying you."
I moved over to the plants where I figured it might be safer, and let the two continue their search. Sherlock still looked over at me from time to time as if to make sure I was still all right. I turned around and began studying the plants behind me.
"Damien!" I said suddenly.
Both he and Micah wheeled around.
"What?" Sherlock said urgently.
I pointed to the plants in front of me. They were all meticulously labeled, but one in particular had called my attention.
"Nux vomica," Damien said as he and Micah came up behind me, "that's an Indian plant if I remember my botany correctly."
"It's also where you originally get strychnine from," I said with a raised eyebrow.