CT-1191 realized he had never seen Curoscant at night from the skylanes before. The bright lights became one big blur as the speeder weaved through traffic. He had to shut his eyes to keep from really hurling.
In any other instance he probably would have enjoyed the sight. That is to say if there would ever be an instance he would be in Curoscant's skylanes with a view of the city.
He moved his head away from the lights and slowly opened his eyes. There was a moment of panic when all he could see was a big blur and his head felt like it was turning itself inside out, but the moment passed quickly and pale fingers came into view.
"Oh," he gasped aloud. He cursed, not meaning to actually say anything. A pair of bright eyes settled onto his and he realized his helmet wasn't on his head.
Right, she took it off. And had placed it in the back seat. Who was she anyway? CT-1191 watched as the woman turned her attention back to the road. It was getting harder and harder to put things together, and he started to wonder if agreeing to go with a stranger was such a good idea. He couldn't trust her, even if she was a nurse. It was a completely ridiculous situation.
Maybe if he asked she'd take him back to the barracks? No, he would tell her to take him back to the barracks. As a civilian it was practically illegal to take in a clone; they were GAR property after all. He carefully sat up straighter in his seat, holding his middle tightly. Not that it did much, his armor made sure of that. After a few moments of thinking of a suitable way to say he would like to go back to the barracks, he spoke.
"Ma'am," he started, not liking how pitiful his voice sounded. He meant to sound commanding, superior. But it just sounded weak and – it killed him to admit it – needy.
He had never, in his life, been needy.
She gave him a glance, making sure to keep most of her attention on the traffic. "Yeah? I can give you a pain killer now if you want. I would have in the hospital, but that wouldn't have..." She paused, a frown pulling her face down. "Uh, nevermind. What's the matter?"
A pain-killer sounded wonderful at that moment...
Di'kut! He needed back at the barracks, not drugged up with some woman he had just met.
"I - " He stopped when his middle constricted painfully. He had sounded even more pathetic than the last time. "...I need to get back to," a gasp, "...to the barracks."
Yeah, he was about to just stop talking all together.
The speeder slowed down, eventually coming to a stop before the woman responded. She unbuckled her safety belt, then his.
Her hair smelled like something frilly, like flowers. He wasn't sure why the frak that mattered, but it caught his attention. He had had a brother use a frilly shampoo before; it wasn't on purpose, of course. It was a prank of sorts. The guy hadn't even noticed until he had left the showers.
He remembered how he had teased him mercilessly.
"What's your name?" She asked as she placed a cool hand on his face. She was checking for fever, he knew, but his body was telling him that she wanted to cause harm. He had never trusted – or really liked – civilians. They were weak, needed protecting, and didn't give a flip about the war unless it directly affected them.
He would have growled if he thought it wouldn't take too much energy. So, he settled for the stuttering thing instead. "M-my name? Ma'am, what does that - " A sudden pressure on his middle made him gasp. Why was she pushing there? Was he going to have to hit her?
"Ah, what...what are you doing..?" He sounded completely different from how he truly felt. He really, really wanted to make it clear that no one touched him. No one touched him, unless it was a clone medic or a brother. He knew he would have hit her if he wasn't hurting so much.
The frown never left her face; it was infuriating how clearly she didn't know how much he wanted her to stop touching him. "I'll take you back to the barracks when I make sure you're ok."
Suddenly - through the pain and disorientation - he was reeling. She wasn't going to take him back? What was she going to do to him? What if she was some crazy person -
"I need to go back." He said as he pushed away from her. It was hard in a speeder seat, but he managed somehow. "S-seriously, if I don't…" Another spasm left him gasping and so his chance to explain how much he didn't want her help was gone. Great.
"Shh," her hand was cupping his cheek. He felt his body try to tense, but couldn't quite manage due to the shivering.
"Sweetheart, it's ok. Calm down." Her voice was quiet, and she almost seemed hurt. Why the frag was she offended? He was being kidnapped! What was this? Were all women this stupid? Or was it not just women but civilians? Soft-hearted idiots…
"Ma'am, I am not – " He stopped, clamping a hand over his mouth. He turned, throwing his head out of the speeder -
And threw up. He would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so out of it. He fell back into the seat, his head falling back. He thought he would feel better, and he did, but it wasn't as much as he would have liked.
He was still shaking like crazy, too.
The woman had stepped out of the speeder, and was opening the passenger door. He felt an arm wrap around his middle as he was urged to stand.
"Come on," a hushed voice said in his ear. He leaned into the voice, feeilng the arm tighten around him as he got on his feet. He wasn't sure why he did that; all he really wanted to do was get away from this stranger that had kidnapped him. Yeah, he had agreed to go with her, but still! He was delirious! He heard a surprised whoa as the woman tried to keep hold of him.
He tried to stand on his own, but failed miserably. He was probably a lot heavier than her, especially with his armor on. It was a complete fail and he ended up almost pulling her down with him. He kind of wished he would have…
She laughed – and his anger grew at the sound – taking a step forward to keep herself steady. "Let's take this slow."
Neither spoke as they headed toward a building CT-1191 didn't know. His earlier anger had died away and now all he wanted was to sleep. The woman could be dealt with later...
…if he ever woke up, anyway. For all he knew she could be some crazy person and kill him in his sleep. He had heard stories about the black market wanting fresh organs. It wasn't a stretch; she was a nurse, and probably knew how to cut all of his vitals out without damaging anything.
He froze in fear. She of course noticed and gave him a worried look. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Uh…Chance."
Did he really just give her his name?
"I'm sorry?" She asked. Chance sighed, feeling stupid. He had just told the crazy lady his name.
"My name's Chance," he said quickly, looking away from her. He would have sighed if it wouldn't have hurt his middle. Of course, everything was hurting his middle at the moment.
She didn't say anything for a while, and they finally reached her front door. Chance was hoping she wouldn't say anything else. She really did rub him the wrong way, and whether it was right or wrong, he couldn't help but feel that she was somehow evil. Her outside appearance didn't fool him; she was off somehow.
He just had to – not by curiosity but necessity – find out how off. And that meant staying awake no matter what.
Too bad the next thing he knew everything went dark. He would have gone on a cussing spree if he was awake. Although, he would have been delighted to see how hard of a time the woman was having carrying him into her home...
(A/N: So I made some changes. I decided to make Chance a rather…uh, difficult character. How'd I do? Do you guys like this better or the last thing? I like this better, (apparently lol). I'm sorry for putting this up again, but I made some rather major changes. I didn't like the name I gave the mystery woman either. Alright, we'll see how this goes...)