Emails to Scott, Alison, and Madelyn

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To: Summers, Scott
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Checking In.



I thought I'd let you know I couldn't handle another moment of meditating. So, I'm off. I'm heading back home to see a friend and the boys, my brothers, before they send out a search party for me. I hope you're well and collected, still in one piece and all.

I'll still be in my hideaway in the city for another day if you need me.

Cheers,
Betsy



To: Bartlett, Madelyn
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Long time, no accidental trip to medlab?



How are things? Argh, that was a stupid thing to ask. What I meant to say is that I'm sure since my departure and with Nathan focused on fatherhood that no one else has managed to liven those hoity Victorian walls. At least, I hope not.

I've found my sense of humour, partly. It was tucked away behind a rather large stick up my arse, or so my psychiatrist is saying, or better yet, thinking.

It's odd what happens in the latter part of the evening. You get homesick. I'm not ready to come back, if ever, but I hadn't realised that I would miss it until now. I keep smiling everytime I think of you and Hank. All those redheads underground and underwraps, he must be thinking he did something right in his previous life.

Well, so you know, I'm heading out tomorrow for home, my real home. It's bout time I popped in for a visit. See you.

Cheers,
Betsy



To: Blaire, Alison
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Still Here



I wanted to check in with you and Miles. I'm sorry for the way that I behaved before, but I needed some space and perspective. I'm sure life is churning around without me, as usual. And you're even enjoying yourself with that megalomaniac of yours. I hope you aren't angry with me, but if you were, you'd be justified.

I miss you.

Betsy

Comments

Subject: Nope, not at all...

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Well, you know this place - doesn't feel right unless there's something for us to stress over.

Everyone's all right, or will be - Nathan and Sam got the worst hurt with a few broken bones and a concussion for Sam, but we've got our handy little cheat in the form of Amanda speeding things up. I'll be fine, but you're not wrong about the tetchy. I've got Jubilee acting as my personal nurse until things settle but I keep forgetting I don't have two hands. Lorna's in the same boat as me with a broken shin as well, most of the others are just bruised and battered. Hank got stabbed in the calf, but it was a clean wound and it's healing well.

Scott dislocated his knee, just to be different. He's hobbling around on crutches now, complaining a lot, but actually in a lot better place mentally than he was last week. Having something else to do helps, I think.

As for the Grey factor... I'm trying not to feel too much like a spoilt brat who suddenly has to share, but... Argh. And she's so nice I don't really feel justified in the resentment. I've just heard so much about how wonderful she is, what a talented doctor, all the rest of it. Hank and Moira practically had the hushed tones you use for saints when they talked about her. And now she's back, and settling disturbingly well back into the medlab. Of course, that could be the pain and the boredom and the frustrating contributing too - I don't do rest that well.

And apparently it involves going insane. *head desks*

Change, and recovery, and the removal of sticks is never easy, but if it was easy, it wouldn't be so important, would it? Proud that you're making the effort, you know.

Maddie.

Subject: Is that sarcasm I'm sensing?

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Good to hear it.

On a selfish note, where was Amanda while we were in training? I think we really could've used her during our field office days. But seriously, you're not the only one bored. I've spent the past few days trying to find my meditative center. I'm about to whack myself against the linoleum and hope for some fuzzy spots to look at. I'm joking, well, only partly.

So, since we've started discussing the Grey factor. This may sound a bit unethical from your end, but with our similar views on the state of things, I think you'd be the most objective. Would you be opposed to keeping an eye on things for me? I doubt I'd get the whole truth from the source.

I hope I'm not being too vague?

Seriously, Maddie, I think I'm giving myself a headache with all this double-talk. Please keep yourself together until you've healed and to keep you on your path, I'll entice you with a bit-by-by depiction of what I did to said psychiatrist after suggesting I get in touch with my inner child.

-Betsy

Subject: This is not the sarcasm you are looking for...

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I'm American. We don't do sarcasm, remember? *innocent*

Re the Grey factor and looking after things: message received loud and clear. I was keeping an eye on a certain pool-playing Captain, but I'll let you know what's happening when I know it.

I'll be fine. Just a very strange day. Charles has invited me to tea tomorrow morning. *eeps*

Do I still get the depiction? I'm dying to know what you did to that poor shrink.

Maddie.

Subject: Says the one-armed bandit?

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Right, and I'm the Marquis de Sade. Not really, but a funny image to lift your sedentary spirits.

Re: The Grey Factor. It's appreciated. I highly doubt he'd care for being spied after, but it soothes any concerns I may have for his safety.

And on Charles, I suggest avoiding the tea. Some say it contains properties that can make the drinker a bit more malleable, if you get my drift.

On my esteemed doctor and his thoughts on my health...all in due time, Mads. All in due time.