Rest and Recovery at the X-Mansion

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa groaned as she finally came to. She was out of her tactical suit and in a hospital gown, a sign she was in a medical facility, no doubt. She hissed as she tried to sit herself up, feeling some stitches in her side from where she was stabbed starting to tug just slightly.She also noted a lack of feeling in her right leg, right below the knee. She threw her blankets off, noting her leg was in a cast, and there were some scars on her right thigh as well. This just made her frown, before looking around the room and seeing Alisatire was in a bed next to her.

"Oh no... Boss. You did get injured!? I am so sorry... I shoulda done bettah, I failed you..."

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[hellfire_child]

"Stop apologizing." Alistaire comments, reading a book someone had been polite enough to leave at his bedside. "You performed your duties exactly as ordered, and to the best of your abilities. I couldn't ask for anything else."

He'd need a cane for several weeks, and physical therapy, but his wounds weren't nearly as extensive. They went from ankle to nearly his ribcage, and were unsightly, but he'd be fine.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Yes, boss." She spoke softly, trying to adjust her body so she would be somewhat comfortable in bed as she sat up. There were moments she cringed or gave out a pained cry before she was finally comfortable in her bed and able to look at Alistaire more properly. "At 'least you'll look charmin' wit' a cane. I might 'ave to beat more admirers offa you, now."

After she told Alistaire that, something just hit Alisa like a ton of bricks and she looked all about herself.

" 'ow long 'ave I been out, Alisatire? 'as anyone seen my cellphone? It was in a pocket on my left side o' my tactical clothes... I need to make some calls."

[hellfire_child]

"I can't be certain. I was asleep for a while myself." He looks at the clock. "Several hours, at least." Alistaire looks around. "I don't know where they would have stored it. What's wrong?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I was supposed to call Ryan to set up a date. he's probably worried sick I didn' call'em! Oh man... what am I gonna tell him about dis!?" she panicked slightly, still padding about her bedding and looking for a nightstand of any sort that might have her phone. "We were gonna make plans to go... somewhere dat even you would t'ink is odd for me."

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire stops in the middle of turning a page. He lifts his head and turns to look at Alisa.

"Who is 'Ryan'?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"He's... kinda my boyfriend." She hung her head a little before turning to look at Alistaire. "You jus' ... you ain' de kinda man who would want a relationship. An' if you 'ad one, it wouldn' be wit' me. I love you Alistaire, enough dat you make me sick wit' worry. Enough dat I nearly died for you durin' dat raid. Merde... by de second week o' workin' for you, I stopped chasin' your checks to me because I was dat..."

Alisa stopped herself, her eyes unable to make contact with Alistaire as she told him how she truly felt about him. "I never t'ought... you would return my feelin's. I feared you'd t'ink I was like everyone else an' jus' wanted to ride your coat tails or use you for money. So... I tried to move on. You always spoke o' havin' fun an' relaxin' an' stuff. An' I did one night, an' dat is where I met Ryan. We startin' to see one an' oder soon after, an' I felt kinda 'appy. But sometimes I t'ink I would feel 'appier wit' you. It's kinda confusin' ."

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire listens to all that, nodding where appropriate, then lets his head go back into his pillow. Alisa was.... well, first off, she was right. He didn't love her, certainly not romantically. She was the first person he'd allowed as close as he had, but it was hardly the same thing. He valued her as an employee and confidante.

He wasn't entirely certain he trusted change.

"I'm glad you are happy."

It's not a lie, but it's not said with enthusiasm either.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"You are de first friend I ever made an' jus' ... someone I could relate to, Alistaire. You still are." Her own head was resting back on the pillow, her face cringing a little as she once again tried to get comfortable. "I'll continue to protect you as I do. Dat won' change, as I swore to you as an "Enforcer" I would do anyt'ing to keep you safe an' somewhat 'appy. I still love you Alistaire, even if you don' love me back or t'ink much o' me other den hired muscle."

She hurt telling him all of this, just as much as her body was killing her form the injuries she suffered. She forced a smile and looked over at him.

"I mean, who else are you gonna find to get dere leg blown off for you, an' den be more concerned about you den demselves?"

[hellfire_child]

"I need to know exactly what this changes about our... arrangement." He tries to break down the situation logistically. It had never occurred to him that Alisa might seek someone... else, to satisfy her emotional needs. He'd scarcely considered that she had any needs not being met.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"It won't change anyt'ing if you don' want it to." Her eyes finally looked over at Alistaire. it was clear this talk was just, hurting her, more than it was a relief to get everything off of her chest. "I jus' ... I do not know what you want to do. If you are angry wit' me for dis... or feel betrayed. I never expected to jus' ... find someone like dis. But i told you earlier, I was too scared o' bein' rejected to come to you about it. Can you believe dat? Me, scared o' sumt'ing like dat?"

[hellfire_child]

"What I'm asking has more to do with the fact that I don't care for laying hands on another man's woman, without his consent. I have no doubt you can still perform your enforcer duties."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"..." She did not know what to say to him, now. For the first time since she woke up, Alisa was just speechless. Alistaire was just... cold and to the point. He was being himself, and she felt somewhat foolish to think that stone heart in his chest could perhaps soften. He knew more about her than Ryan did, but Ryan appeared to care for her more. This just confirmed it.

"I'll ask him if you still want me in your bed... all covered in scars an' freak like as I am now." Her own voice sounded cold and hurt, now.

[hellfire_child]

It was a while before he could get up on his own, and longer before he could slip the notice of what passed for security in this place, but Alistaire managed to wrap a robe around himself and make his way to the kitchen. A bit of rummaging yielded the necessary peppers, eggs, and cheese. Setting them on the counter, he sets about finding the utensils he needs.

Because if he had stayed in that bed one hour longer he was going to stab someone.

[seismic_shockwave]

"Aren't you supposed to be in the secure ward?" Kayla asked, eyebrow raised as Alistaire not only seemingly had got out, but was rummaging through their fridge. She watched him pull out food, as if he owned the place. It'd been different with Miss Shaw, of course, she'd been a former student. But this guy, she could tell that Mrs. Ramsey wasn't fond of him at all.

As for security, she had no doubt that Rachel and the others knew exactly where he was right now.

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi was yawning a little, hugging a stuffed rabbit in a soccer jersey, wings folded behind her as she walked barefooted into the kitchen to make herself a snack.

She paused in her tracks at the stranger there. "Um..."

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire looks up, for half a moment. "Good day, ladies. Would you like an omelette? Grab a few extra eggs from the fridge if you would. I should have enough extra peppers and cheese."

[wild_child]

Rose, meanwhile, was coming in from the back door, smelling strongly of smoke (she didn't smoke indoors if she could help it), and drinking from a Pabst Blue Ribbon bottle.

She stopped dead when she was Alistair. "...Who let you up?"

[seismic_shockwave]

"Nobody, I'm pretty certain." Kayla smirked slightly at Rose. "I think he thinks that he's bypassed security." She looked at Bobbi and then back at Rose. "So what do we do about this? I mean, we don't need to tell anyone, because they already know.

I say we see how good of an omelette this guy makes." Kayla's smirk turned into a giant grin. "I mean, it's probably gonna be his last meal." She was joking, but she was pretty sure that Rachel was not far away.

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi did move a little closer to her roommate and nodded. "Hm... He's not too dangerous is he?" Hey she's been kept awat from the med lab and doesn't know why.

Though food sounded good. "Can you just make mine ham and cheese? I don't like cooked peppers."

[hellfire_child]

"Get me the ham, a paring knife. Need a different edge than what I'm using for the peppers." He pauses, then can't help but give the knife he's using a well-practiced twirl before he goes back to work on ingredient prep. He has an audience of ladies, after all.

[seismic_shockwave]

It was Kayla that moved to get the guy his cooking supplies. It wasn't as if he was going to do any damage with a simple paring knife, and she was honestly curious to see if this guy could cook. She tended to be skeptical about most people in that social strata having useful lifeskills. They had other people to do that stuff for them.

She noticed the little twirl of the blade, though. "You like having an audience, don't you?"

[wild_child]

Rose leaned back against the counter, keeping her attention on Alistair.

One move outta line, bub. One move.

"All flash, no substance, I'm guessin'."

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi figured since Kayla was moving she could, and went to get the eggs and ham.

"It's cool though, I mean really I'd cut myself if I tried something like that." She put the items up on the counter, snagging an ice pop from the freezer, hey more sugar just what every frosty mutant needs right!

[hellfire_child]

"Who doesn't enoy being watched by beautiful women?" Alistaire comments, without making eye contact, as he cracks eggs, and heats up a pan on the range. "Ms Logan? One for you as well?"

Once the work with knives is over, Alistaire's cooking seems fairly average, if well-practiced. No unnecessary movements or wasted scraps of food. He's incredibly focused, by his standards, which looks only half a note above passive for most people.

[seismic_shockwave]

"Eyes on the pan, bucko." Kayla rolled her eyes at the comment, which could have been programmed in the Creep-O-Matic 2000. She's vaguely interested in seeing him cook, though. It looks like he knows what he's doing, but there's no passion in it. When Kayla cooked with Hana, they laughed and joked and made a giant mess. The omelette would probably end up tasting pretty decent, but there'd be no love behind it.

That annoyed Kayla. Making food was supposed to be about sharing. But this guy- he just struck her as cold and detached.