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to: [trouble]
from: [spikey]
subject: well.



I leave for a while, and -then- all hell breaks loose. Go figure.

I heard from Jono that you were out in the medlab (boy was nice enough to make sure I knew), and Nathan says you're awake and recovering now. ("She's fine. Go to hell." ...No not really, but damn close.) So, I thought I'd check in and hear it from you. Everything okay? Nobody I need to hunt down and hurt?

We're fine; the tunnels are quiet, and there's not much to do down here, so I've been showing him some places I didn't get to last time, like the fight room. That was fun, let me tell you.

So. Try and stay out of trouble now, please?

-Sarah

(By the way, since we're still in the city, if you wanted to meet up tomorrow after your lessons in the morning, give Shinobi's cell a ring. I think he could use a chance to see somebody's face that isn't mine.)

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To: [spikey]
From: [trouble]

Subject: Well well.

I leave for a while, and -then- all hell breaks loose. Go figure.

Yeah, well, you know me, Trouble and all that. Had to time it for best effect.

I heard from Jono that you were out in the medlab (boy was nice enough to make sure I knew),

I emailed you from Mexico, but I s'pose that one didn't go through. I wasn't sure if you were checking your Xaviers account or not. To cut a long story short, Rack found me. We had it out. I lost. Well, he cheated - I had him before that. Pete and Emma got me and Angelo out, tho' I didn't know at the time - I've been out for about four days and just woke up yesterday.


and Nathan says you're awake and recovering now. ("She's fine. Go to hell." ...No not really, but damn close.)

*wry grin* He's stressed. Sitting in medlab does that to people. Actually, this whole bloody place does that to people.

So, I thought I'd check in and hear it from you. Everything okay? Nobody I need to hunt down and hurt?

Pete took care of it. Rack is wormfood, tho' he did a good job of trying to take me with him. I'm all right - weak as a kitten and sleeping every five minutes to rebuild me energy levels. Rack tried his old power draining trick, only he got greedy and tried to take all of me instead. Docs say I should be all right with a bit of rest. Which means I get to stay in the medlab, hoo-fucking-ray.

Can I just say I'm sick to bloody death of people using me as a fucking power source? A girl ain't a fucking battery. Soon as I can stand on me own feet again, I'm learning everything I can to protect meself. Magic and otherwise. So you might be getting yourself another sparring partner, if you ever decide to come back, that is.

We're fine; the tunnels are quiet, and there's not much to do down here, so I've been showing him some places I didn't get to last time, like the fight room. That was fun, let me tell you.

*grins* I ain't even gunna begin to ask what you two got up to. I'm glad you're doing okay; homes're good to have.

So. Try and stay out of trouble now, please?

You know if I say yes, I will, it'll be tempting fate and tomorrow I'll be captured by space aliens or something?

(By the way, since we're still in the city, if you wanted to meet up tomorrow after your lessons in the morning, give Shinobi's cell a ring. I think he could use a chance to see somebody's face that isn't mine.)

If it were up to me, I'd be there like a shot. But since Doc Strange is coming here tomorrow instead, on account of me not being able to walk to the fucking toilet without needing a break, I might have to let it go this time. I'll see you when I see you.

A.

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to: [trouble]
from: [spikey]

I emailed you from Mexico, but I s'pose that one didn't go through.

No, it did, but I still wanted to know the results of the confrontation. Concretes are much nicer than 'if's.

Actually, this whole bloody place does that to people.

No kidding. Would you believe I'm not nearly as cranky down here? Of course, that may just be that there's nobody down here to get on my last nerve.

Which means I get to stay in the medlab, hoo-fucking-ray.

I told Clarice to try and sneak you over to the boiler room for a smoke soon. So get better so you can make it that far.

So you might be getting yourself another sparring partner, if you ever decide to come back, that is.

Will keep that in mind, Trouble. It's very tempting.

If it were up to me, I'd be there like a shot. But since Doc Strange is coming here tomorrow instead, on account of me not being able to walk to the fucking toilet without needing a break, I might have to let it go this time. I'll see you when I see you.

Aw. Well, maybe later then. (He misses you.)

-Sarah

[xp_daytripper]

To: [spikey]
From: [trouble]

I emailed you from Mexico, but I s'pose that one didn't go through.

No, it did, but I still wanted to know the results of the confrontation. Concretes are much nicer than 'if's.

Oh yeah. Forgot exactly what I'd said. Or didn't say. I weren't exactly thinking straight at the time. Still, it's all explained now.

I told Clarice to try and sneak you over to the boiler room for a smoke soon. So get better so you can make it that far.

Now _that's_ incentive. Can't believe it's been nearly a week since me last one. And I'm working on the better part. Think I might have convinced Moira I can do that better in me own bed, so fingers crossed. I fucking hate it in here.

So you might be getting yourself another sparring partner, if you ever decide to come back, that is.

Will keep that in mind, Trouble. It's very tempting.

Was meant to be. *grins*

If it were up to me, I'd be there like a shot. But since Doc Strange is coming here tomorrow instead, on account of me not being able to walk to the fucking toilet without needing a break, I might have to let it go this time. I'll see you when I see you.

Aw. Well, maybe later then. (He misses you.)

I miss him too. Both of you. Seems like most of me favourite people have taken off or are avoiding me. 'S starting to make me worried. Still, you two have your reasons and I ain't going to hassle. Tell him I'll call when I'm out of here.

A.