Some time had passed, but she wasn't sure how much until someone placed a cool hand on her forehead and stroked her hair.
"Mercy.." Pearse's gentle voice made her open her eyes. "Mercy." He tried again.
She started to sit up, but fell back clumsily. Pearse helped her up with an arm around her shoulders. She was startled slightly when her feet left the ground and she was swept up in someone else's arms. She turned her head to see the smiling face of Captain Jack Harkness.
"Great" She muttered "The over-amorous time traveler an'the Cynical Catholic priest." She rested her head against Jack's strong chest, closing her eyes again. Jack laughed softly, cradling her un-protesting form close.
"Put her down, Jack." Pearse chastised
"No" She murmured "'s'warm" She was cold, laying on a floor for a few hours, even fully dressed as she was, was cold. Jack laughed softly, a reassuring rumble in her ear. "s'been a long day" She felt Jack move with her, and she really didn't care. Pearse laughed gently.
"If I didn't know better, I'd ask which of you took sedative." Mercy yawned widely, threading her arms around Jack's neck.
"M'not goin any..where" She yawned again. For most people, being carried around a hotel room by Jack Harkness would have been the stuff of dreams, but for Mercy, it was almost commonplace. She was a psychic empath. Any un-protected mind was open to her, and it took it's toll. Especially with people like Trinity. Not that she blamed the girl for anything, but it was a challenge to keep composure when she was Jack... Jack was different. He was gentle and soothing, not always pure, but that wasn't something that particularly bothered Mercy. She felt herself being lowered to the bed and clung tighter, not wanting to leave the warmth holding her.
"Come on spider monkey." Jack gently pried her hands away from his shirt. She pouted. Pearse laughed. Mercy curled up tightly against the cold sheets.
"You'd think a 142 year old woman wouldn't be so clingy." He shed his coat and laid it on top of her.
"Watch Trinity." She said as she snuggled inside the coat. It was made for a 6 foot tall man, so it more than covered her. She was dozing again in a matter of seconds. Pearse laid another blanket over the coat and stood back. Mercy looked so young, and he still couldn't get around the fact that she was more world-weary than he was. The other girl stirred in her sleep.
"Do you think she's linked with her" Pearse asked, nodding to Mercy, then Trinity.
"that would explain the sleep, and the need for company" Jack said and sat down on the other side of the bed. "Get some sleep" He wouldn't sleep, so he could watch Either of the women for problems. Mercy and Trinity stirred at the exact same time some 4 hours later.