At Watersong [for Lara]

[bachjones]

 At first Bach had ignored the pain in his side, suddenly blossoming and waking him some time during the weekend (he just slept now, most of the time). Maybe he had just strained something. His mind was changed when the pain got worse and other spots on his body started aching like he had been rolled over rocks.

Riley was his first choice for asking for help, because she would only roll her eyes in a nice way and not make him feel like his mother's son. At least with her he didn't mind being wrong all the time. But the stupid little voice in the back of his head kept pointing out that this could well be "siren" business and Lara Quinn was the only person for that.

So here he was, at Watersong again, pretty much begging the early workers there to let him see Lara. "I swear I'll behave. Honestly." 

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[asharpertongue]

Lara was exhausted. Every part of her ached and the very last thing she needed was a commotion outside her office door as she tried to work on something to take her mind off what had happened.

She rose carefully from her desk, the gash in her side making itself felt as she moved to the door. She reached out with her bandaged arm and opened the door to find Bach on the other side, arguing with one of her cleaning staff.

She sighed. "It's fine Anil. Let him through."

[bachjones]

"Are you ok- " He closes his mouth before he can make a bigger fool of himself.

"Hi. I just .." Bach looks at the floor. "Things happened and you're the only one I know who maybe knows something about it."

[asharpertongue]

Lara moves away from the door, leaving it open for him to enter.

"Whats wrong?" she said, easing back into her chair.

[bachjones]

"Feels like I've been stabbed with a knife." He touches his side. "Here. And rolled down a rocky mountain all over. Like ..it started a day ago or something. Woke me up. Don't know what's going on, I've just been sleeping."

[asharpertongue]

Lara blinks at him. She stands silently and lifts her shirt showing off her bandaged side. "You're feeling my pain for some reason." Maybe he was developing a new sense, a new skill with his siren powers. Honestly, she didn't have the energy to try and puzzle this out. "How have your powers been behaving lately? Are you still unable to access them?"

[bachjones]

"Oh shit. Are you ok- how are you feeling?" Worry rises up inside of him and he hates it because it's the one thing that can't be hold back by anything.

"Wait, I'm feeling your pain? Like literally?"

[asharpertongue]

Rubbing a hand across her forehead, she sighed. "Maybe? I don't know, Bach. I'm really tired. I can't think straight right now. Maybe it's some leftover connection from me trying to bring out your siren side. I don't know."

[bachjones]

"You look like shit, why aren't you in bed?" He licks his lips. "This fucking town. Just as long as I don't have to die for you or something. You shouldn't have let me in."

[asharpertongue]

She huffed a laugh. "Thanks for the compliment." Stretching her neck a little and focusing her senses, worn and strained as they were, she looked Bach over. "I can look for the connection..." she murmured as she searched.

There is was. A tiny thread of her will left over from when she tried to heal him last time. She severed it with a far greater effort than she should have had to make and then smiled tiredly. "That should do it."

[bachjones]

Bach winced when he felt a soft tug, before the pain seemed to slip off his skin.

"Honesty, right?" He shivered. "Yes, it's gone. I don't know what you did but thank you, I guess. Thank you, without the ..anything."

[asharpertongue]

"You're welcome. Sorry about the intense agony." She said smiling. The smile didn't last long though as she slumped back against her desk. Exhaustion was catching up with her and the will she'd exerted just now had left her light headed.

[bachjones]

"Hey, hey, watch it!" He catches her just enough to lower her to the ground proper. "Fool woman. Where's the nearest bed? Or can't you share, afraid something happens again?"

[asharpertongue]

"The couch is fine. It's just...I'm tired and stressed." and heartsick... "I'll be fine in a few days."

[bachjones]

Bach puts her in the fireman lock over his shoulder and walks over to the couch. "Okay. I'll call Michael to put you to bed or something. I'm going to go."

[asharpertongue]

She too tired to even process what just happened to her as she went down gently on the couch. "I've already told Michael not to try it on pain of severe torture when i'm up to it. So...good luck with that."

[bachjones]

"Christus, Lara, you can't stay on the couch you'll be folded and itchy and worn out by the end of the day." He squats down in front of her. "Where's your bed?"

[asharpertongue]

"In my house." She said feeling more than a little bit loopy.

[bachjones]

He smiles. "That makes sense. Not even a back up bed in the office? What kind of career woman are you."

[asharpertongue]

"There's a bed. Couch pulls out." She mumbles.

[bachjones]

"Couch pulls out. Is that possible with someone already on it or do I need to sling you on my back again?"

[asharpertongue]

She looks at him sidelong. "I can move, you know." Although moving seems like a horrible effort right now.

[bachjones]

"And you'll split apart at the seams." He doesn't know why he's taking care of this woman, but he doesn't wants to end it.

[asharpertongue]

Lara grumbles and rolls to her feet anyway just to prove him wrong. "See?" she swayed on her feet but managed to stay upright.

[bachjones]

"You're so stubborn." Bach pulls out the couch, one eye half on her, not sure if she'll manage to stay upright long.

[asharpertongue]

"I've been told that before." she said, easing herself forward onto the bed. "It's normally good for business though."

[bachjones]

Bach intervenes, making sure that she's completely on the bed without anything twisted or curled up underneath her. "Your body isn't a business, although I've been trying to get you to think otherwise. I'll warn Michael that he should wake you in a couple of hours and get someone to drive you home. If your hoodoo voodoo stuff hasn't fixed you before then."

[asharpertongue]

She snorts a laugh. "It doesn't work that way, Bach. You'd know that if you paid attention in class." She cocked her head at him. "You haven't asked how I got hurt."

[bachjones]

"There's really no upside to that stuff, is there?"

He pulls a pillow up behind her head. "I don't want to know. It was probably a civil war or something. I don't care, I can't help, I don't want to. I don't even know why I'm doing this."

[asharpertongue]

"We heal quicker but not overnight." She smiles at him and blinks slowly. "You're helping because your matriarch is in pain. It's instinct. And on top of that, you're a good person."

[bachjones]

"So you just had a real bad weekend, okay." He gets up, wipes his hands on his thighs. "I'm going to go now. Think Michael will take any order from me without punching my lights out?"

[asharpertongue]

"Yeah. You could say that." she said sleepily. "Happens when your boyfriend nearly gets killed."

[bachjones]

"..you really bring good things to everyone."

He looks around, but he didn't come with anything so he can't leave with anything. "I'm going to go now. Don't choke on your own drool."

[asharpertongue]

"Tell Michael to give you anything you want from the kitchens and the bar. Payment for help rendered." She said, nuzzling into the pillow. "Thanks..."

[bachjones]

"If you hear any loud clangs it's Michael allowing me to take my pick face first. Good night, miss Quinn."

[asharpertongue]

"He wouldn't dare." She mumbled. "G'night"

[bachjones]

"You're not around to stop him." Bach pulls the door closed behind him and leaves.