universal_charm | Reboot Complete

[ Taking your first conscious lungful of air after what seems forever is an entirely all to painful experience. Not surreal. Not relieving. Painful. His brain felt like it had been jolted by a car battery and his throat couldn’t decide if it wanted to close up or open so he could exhale and take in another breath.

Finally, that primal part of his brain, the part that worked to keep him alive when he wasn't paying attention, said stop being stupid and he took his second breath. Third. Fourth. Fifth. They kept coming, the pain easing at the same time that his vision went from blurry blobs to fuzzy shapes and finally to something resembling… trees?

Trees? He was in the woods?

He was dead and all he got was being shoved into some forest - albeit one for dead people? He was a hero! He seriously needed to go haunt somebody and let them know that dying sucked, there were no pearly gates, and he demanded an immediate refund.

That was when the rest of his body decided it needed to make its immediate aches and pains fully noted. Everything hurt, aching in a bone deep way that said he needed to both move and that he needed to sleep for another week. He couldn’t particularly decide which, so instead he chose to lay there, debating if the pain meant he was not, in fact, dead.

But… he had to be, didn’t he? The radiation he had absorbed when he kicked the reactor back into place should have killed him, and he had… Spock had been there, and he had…

He gulped, pushing the memory away, shifting to try and get his arm under him, his wings fluttering lightly as if -

Wait. Wings? WINGS?!

His head jerked around, for a moment making him see white stars and he stared in absolute horror at the canary yellow and black edged wings that peeked from behind his back, disturbingly bright on a dead man. Well, he thought he was dead… But he had only ever been to one place where he had sported wings, and angel wings were white (right?). So... was this... was this Luceti? Was he being punished by being sent to the hell version of Luceti, the place he thought he had somehow managed to escape (but never find again despite his efforts - and, in fairness, he had been a bit distracted). Or worse- this was real. He was alive, and he was back in Luceti.

And in a hospital gown. Awesome.

To weak to move himself much more, he collapsed back down, sweating for his effort and he wondered if he would stink of radiation now… did radiation have a scent? He guessed he’d find out. His eyes drifted, coming back from the pain induced haze they’d glazed through, dropping on the journal. Of course it was right beside him, like a faithful dog that didn’t know when it wasn’t wanted.

Well, this time he actually needed it. He reached out, bringing it closer, that effort alone making his head spin as he worked it open to speak - ]

Hey everyone. You miss me?

[ Of course, that's base on the idea there's anyone he knows still here to miss him. Did they remember him, a year and more later? ]

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They haven't fallen out yet, though they're a bit ragged. Might want to see to them.

I'll have to get a stylist then. I'm no good with that sort of thing.

I'm afraid I can't help you. My good looks are all natural.

Heh, of course they are. Silly me.

_{[ He sighed, unable to keep up the mirth and stumbling some, his face
paling a bit more. ]}

Hah. The next we know, he'll be swooning.

Don't fight me.

[He takes a better grip on Kirk and teleports them to the clinic.]

_{[ He clung to Loki as they teleported, waiting for his stomach to
decide if it wanted to revolt or not. He gulped, leaning heavily into Loki,
closing his eyes as he waited for his body to settle. ]}

Okay... okay, that was a bit different... energizing takes longer...

Energizing? What are you energizing? And with what?

It's the teleporter on our ships. We beam down to planets and to other ships - it's faster and saves us having to use extra vehicles. More discrete too.

_{[ He squeezed his eyes tight a moment and then got more of his weight
on his own feet, eyes blinking open. ]}

Oh, all right, the world stop spinning. We're good.

Then just call it teleporting, you silly man.

Mortals.

[Though interesting, they've managed to get that far without blowing themselves up. Good for you, little highly evolved monkeys.]

You probably ought to have a nice lie down.

Well, if you're still playing rescuer, I think this is the part where you carry me to bed, right?

_{[ He's only half joking. Maybe not. Probably not. Yeah, walking's not
an awesome idea right now. ]}

Only if you call me your hero and take another attempt at batting your eyelashes.

[But he'll head for a bed.]

I'll bat my eye lashes but the hero thing is going to take some work.

_{[ Really, he's grateful. He was just so.... tired. Everything in him
hurt, even his insides and how bad did you have to be that even your
insides hurt? Damn. ]}

[Loki puts him down.]

You can owe me one for later.

Heh, that's dangerous, isn't it? But fair enough.

_{[ He collapsed onto the nearest solid surface, panting, slick with
sweat. ]}

And here I thought danger was your middle name.

Hahah, no, actually, it's Tiberius. After my grandpa.

_{[ He managed to have energy to flash him a tired grin, but it was
pained and weak. ]}

Oh well. Not everything one reads on the bathroom walls is true.

Most of it is though, just not that. Wouldn't want to disillusion you or anything.

Too late. My heart has already been broken. I shall never trust again.

_{[ He laughed, needing this - needing to not be serious, to have
something to take away from the pain and the confusion of the moment. It
wouldn't forever, but for now it was helping immensely. ]}

Oh no, whatever shall I do? I broke Loki.

A bit of glue and it shall be right as rain.

Hmm, super glue maybe.

_{[ He felt really tired, laying down, and he could feel himself
drifting, the ache fading because his brain finally had enough and was
mercifully drugging him on its own. ]}

[Loki laughs.]

Sleep, Captain Adorable. Try not to dream about me too loudly.

_{[ He gave him a sleepy glower, or tried, but he lost the fight of
consciousness and drifted off, body continuing the heal itself as he
dreamed. ]}

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