Title: Epiphany.
Rating: R.
Paring: Irvine/Fiona, to an extent.
Notes: Umm. Well, here we are. With another chapter. Whoo!
Hrm. What to say? Well, I guess I'm getting kind of deluded on the storyline. I mean, first, my plans were to have a – well, it wasn't going to be a kissy-kissy romance, I assure you. Now, I don't know what I want it to be. I guess we'll see, right?
Umm.. ^^;; This chapter is also very mentally retarded. *Firm nod* I wrote it on, like, two hours of sleep and two Cappuccino Blasts from Baskin Robins. Mwah. Wired.
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"OW – woah – HOLY! – PAAIN!" Irvine's screams were the first actual noise to grace the small campsite in quite an ample amount of time. They echoed and reverberated and echoed once more, piercing the forest around them, surrounding them with an insistent, repetitive wail.
Even Doctor D had to cringe at the noise.
"Hush up, Irvine!" Doctor D abruptly gushed and patted him lightly upon the calf. A number of the workers had carelessly heaved him onto a sling, causing the injury to open once again and a small excess of blood to dribble out, much to the horror of Fiona. Irvine snarled at the Doctor. "You're gonna be far more comfortable in this new room!"
"My leg –" He all but pouted as he nearly lunged at Doctor D, aiming to strangle the old man. Being unsurprisingly nubile, though, the Doctor sidled from the arms grasp.
"Will be okay!" Doctor D reassured with a large smile. Somewhere behind them, Fiona cringed and bit her lip. Why is it that this 'moving' looked more like a vindictive action than something as innocent as Doctor D made it out to be?
"It hu –!"
Somewhere along the lines of 'hu' and 'rts,' a sedative kicked in. Irvine suddenly went blank in the face and fell backward, snoring gently. Doctor D beamed and clasped his hands together, "Alrighty! Took a bit longer than we expected it to, but – oh, well! Keep movin'!"
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"You nearly killed him." Fiona stated matter-of-factly – or, at least, pouted as she leaned through the flap, which eventually gave way to the infirmary / communications room. Doctor D was inside, carefully and grudgingly repatching up the leg of Irvine, who lay, still passed out, upon a cot.
"He fell asleep on his own account." Doctor D shot back indignantly, tossing his head to emphasize it. "Either way, it was well needed. I'm sure – ah, he didn't sleep well with you around."
Naivety was what Fiona may have embodied, though she wasn't that dense. She pursed her lips, glowing a certain shade of red, "We did nothing!"
"Nothing.. or something?"
"I cleaned his wound and afterward, he slept!" She argued – well, not as much 'argued,' as stated truthfully.
"I believe you." He smiled – an obnoxious smile that made that shade of red increase tenfold. "Now, go.. work! I'll be out there in a few minutes!"
She stared, before withdrawing from the tent and obliging. Humph!!
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The mural on the wall was becoming more and more clear by the day. The face, however, began to look less and less like her by the day, as well. With dirt swept and coaxed from the cracks and small crevices, it began to have more of a masculine face. The hair, once long due to the added, swirled dirt, was now short. The features were foreign to her knowledge. Sallow. Utterly sallow with small, almost beady eyes. From what she could make out, the face wasn't smiling, either.
She heaved a small breath and removed her facemask, her glove following not too far afterward. Rubbing her hand off, just in case, upon her skirt, she afterward licked the tip of her finger and began dampening the area around a certain chunk of mud which simply wouldn't allow itself to be lodged from, strangely, a circular hole just above the right eye.
Staggering behind her caused this action to cease, however. She was quick to turn around and shade her eyes. And immediately gasp, as Irvine was walking – no, stumbling around, nearly collapsing at any given moment – in her direction.
He was panting by the time he reached her; she moved quickly to clear a wooden bench of her supplies for him to sit. He did. "Aw, man – Fiona, as much as I like spending time with you, I'd rather not die."
"Doctor D is treating you that badly?"
"Senile." He caught his breath and closed his eyes, sinking into the incredibly uncomfortable seat thankfully.
"You can't leave with your leg like that," She pointed out, literally and figuratively, and frowned. "You'll hurt yourself worse."
"And I'm not hurting myself worse here?" He cracked open an eye – the one uncovered by his patch, of course - and looked at her. She beamed.
"Nope. You'll stay; I know you won't leave."
"W-Why d'ya say that?" He stared in disbelief, his mouth falling slightly agape.
"You can hardly walk from here to my tent, let alone to your Command Wolf." She demonstrated by wobbling lightly, eventually collapsing against the wall beside him.
"My – where is my Command Wolf?" There was no time to scold her ( though there definitely was time to flush in annoyance. )! His Zoid – his soul! - Was being spoken of! He peered around the hall, expecting its metallic face to pop out from a corner any second.
"Doctor D retrieved it the other day; it's perfectly safe." She grinned and pushed off the wall, brushing her backside off lightly. Freeing one hand from the task, she fanned it out before her, motioning offhandedly in any given direction.
"Where is –"
She was smiling brightly as she interrupted him, her tone almost the exact Doctor D had used when he was speaking to her earlier, "Do you honestly think I'd tell you the location? You might just get up and leave!"
He opened his mouth to respond, though lacked much anything to say. He turned his head aside in disbelief. "Hmph!"
"See?" She patted him lightly upon the knee, before pulling on her gloves and mask once more. Scooping up her brush again, she turned to the wall and began sweeping away. "Now, hush. I have to work, you know?"
Rating: R.
Paring: Irvine/Fiona, to an extent.
Notes: Umm. Well, here we are. With another chapter. Whoo!
Hrm. What to say? Well, I guess I'm getting kind of deluded on the storyline. I mean, first, my plans were to have a – well, it wasn't going to be a kissy-kissy romance, I assure you. Now, I don't know what I want it to be. I guess we'll see, right?
Umm.. ^^;; This chapter is also very mentally retarded. *Firm nod* I wrote it on, like, two hours of sleep and two Cappuccino Blasts from Baskin Robins. Mwah. Wired.
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"OW – woah – HOLY! – PAAIN!" Irvine's screams were the first actual noise to grace the small campsite in quite an ample amount of time. They echoed and reverberated and echoed once more, piercing the forest around them, surrounding them with an insistent, repetitive wail.
Even Doctor D had to cringe at the noise.
"Hush up, Irvine!" Doctor D abruptly gushed and patted him lightly upon the calf. A number of the workers had carelessly heaved him onto a sling, causing the injury to open once again and a small excess of blood to dribble out, much to the horror of Fiona. Irvine snarled at the Doctor. "You're gonna be far more comfortable in this new room!"
"My leg –" He all but pouted as he nearly lunged at Doctor D, aiming to strangle the old man. Being unsurprisingly nubile, though, the Doctor sidled from the arms grasp.
"Will be okay!" Doctor D reassured with a large smile. Somewhere behind them, Fiona cringed and bit her lip. Why is it that this 'moving' looked more like a vindictive action than something as innocent as Doctor D made it out to be?
"It hu –!"
Somewhere along the lines of 'hu' and 'rts,' a sedative kicked in. Irvine suddenly went blank in the face and fell backward, snoring gently. Doctor D beamed and clasped his hands together, "Alrighty! Took a bit longer than we expected it to, but – oh, well! Keep movin'!"
- - - -
"You nearly killed him." Fiona stated matter-of-factly – or, at least, pouted as she leaned through the flap, which eventually gave way to the infirmary / communications room. Doctor D was inside, carefully and grudgingly repatching up the leg of Irvine, who lay, still passed out, upon a cot.
"He fell asleep on his own account." Doctor D shot back indignantly, tossing his head to emphasize it. "Either way, it was well needed. I'm sure – ah, he didn't sleep well with you around."
Naivety was what Fiona may have embodied, though she wasn't that dense. She pursed her lips, glowing a certain shade of red, "We did nothing!"
"Nothing.. or something?"
"I cleaned his wound and afterward, he slept!" She argued – well, not as much 'argued,' as stated truthfully.
"I believe you." He smiled – an obnoxious smile that made that shade of red increase tenfold. "Now, go.. work! I'll be out there in a few minutes!"
She stared, before withdrawing from the tent and obliging. Humph!!
- - - -
The mural on the wall was becoming more and more clear by the day. The face, however, began to look less and less like her by the day, as well. With dirt swept and coaxed from the cracks and small crevices, it began to have more of a masculine face. The hair, once long due to the added, swirled dirt, was now short. The features were foreign to her knowledge. Sallow. Utterly sallow with small, almost beady eyes. From what she could make out, the face wasn't smiling, either.
She heaved a small breath and removed her facemask, her glove following not too far afterward. Rubbing her hand off, just in case, upon her skirt, she afterward licked the tip of her finger and began dampening the area around a certain chunk of mud which simply wouldn't allow itself to be lodged from, strangely, a circular hole just above the right eye.
Staggering behind her caused this action to cease, however. She was quick to turn around and shade her eyes. And immediately gasp, as Irvine was walking – no, stumbling around, nearly collapsing at any given moment – in her direction.
He was panting by the time he reached her; she moved quickly to clear a wooden bench of her supplies for him to sit. He did. "Aw, man – Fiona, as much as I like spending time with you, I'd rather not die."
"Doctor D is treating you that badly?"
"Senile." He caught his breath and closed his eyes, sinking into the incredibly uncomfortable seat thankfully.
"You can't leave with your leg like that," She pointed out, literally and figuratively, and frowned. "You'll hurt yourself worse."
"And I'm not hurting myself worse here?" He cracked open an eye – the one uncovered by his patch, of course - and looked at her. She beamed.
"Nope. You'll stay; I know you won't leave."
"W-Why d'ya say that?" He stared in disbelief, his mouth falling slightly agape.
"You can hardly walk from here to my tent, let alone to your Command Wolf." She demonstrated by wobbling lightly, eventually collapsing against the wall beside him.
"My – where is my Command Wolf?" There was no time to scold her ( though there definitely was time to flush in annoyance. )! His Zoid – his soul! - Was being spoken of! He peered around the hall, expecting its metallic face to pop out from a corner any second.
"Doctor D retrieved it the other day; it's perfectly safe." She grinned and pushed off the wall, brushing her backside off lightly. Freeing one hand from the task, she fanned it out before her, motioning offhandedly in any given direction.
"Where is –"
She was smiling brightly as she interrupted him, her tone almost the exact Doctor D had used when he was speaking to her earlier, "Do you honestly think I'd tell you the location? You might just get up and leave!"
He opened his mouth to respond, though lacked much anything to say. He turned his head aside in disbelief. "Hmph!"
"See?" She patted him lightly upon the knee, before pulling on her gloves and mask once more. Scooping up her brush again, she turned to the wall and began sweeping away. "Now, hush. I have to work, you know?"