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02 October 2017 @ 11:20 am
_Girl Trip_ or _Lucky Dave_ 9  
 

Fortunately a gurney was wheeled in just then, because Lucky Dave was swaying and four nice big brawny orderlies were much better able to deal with the man.

A doctor she remembered from her own long stay here hustled up and winced when he eyed the man's shoulder.

"His right shin, too." Rael pulled the man's pants leg up.

"Take him to X-ray."

"Rael! Princess Rael!"

Rael looked back. Oh One! The Newsie that always does the fluffy bits . . . she must have been here for some tear jerker about sick kids . . .

"Rael! Did you say the Prophet Nicholas is alive?"

Rael put on a polite expression. "All we know at this point is that we have another Bag of the Prophets from Rangpur. Three people, one possibly identified as, umm, Captain Dave ibn Daiki. The rest is speculation, and I'll come back and make a statement as soon as I have solid information." She'd started backing away halfway through speaking, tossing glances toward the departing gurney. She turned and ran after it.

Caught the elevator.

Ryol was patting Lucky Dave's foot. With the bars. "Relax. It's right here."

"Stop waving it around like a magic wand!" His glare switched to Rael. "So tell me about who else survived!"

"Isakson and Ra'd. Umaya and Qamar. Isakson's two wives, Meisha and Aisha and their children, Karima is eighteen now, Abbas is twenty-two and Hakim twenty. Fatina and her twins, they're twelve. Jadida and Ali, who is fourteen. Mona and Nalia, who is sixteen."

The elevator doors slid open and Rael got out of the way. Followed the gurney.

Leaned on the wall out side the "imaging room" and pulled out her comm.

Urfa first. "It looks like three more Rangpur survivors, possibly including the Prophet Nicholas. Lucky Dave hasn't actually admitted that's who he's got in there. Paranoid jerk. Isakson isn't answering his comm . . . "

Ohhe snorted as he caught up to them. "On vacation. Told us where to put our electronic leash."

Rael grinned. "And took everyone with him? See if you can reach Umaya or Jadida, they should come. And Ra'd."

All four of them started punching comm buttons.

Rael apologized to Urfa. "Lucky Dave has serious six week old injuries—right shoulder and right leg—but since he was trying to exfiltrate what he thought must be enemy territory, I'm afraid the other two must be in worse shape. I may pull Xen in, in case there are problems he can handle better than our doctors."

Which got her a glare from the doctor stalking past to enter the imaging room.

"Good idea. Call me with updates. And by the way, it looks like you're in the news." He started chuckling. "Wait till you see yourself fighting the disembodied hand." Click.

"Oh. One. There goes my reputation, again." She tapped out Xen's number. "Hi. Why don't you kick your other girlfriend out of bed and come help."

"I do not sleep with Barracuda."

"And . . . Hang on a sec." Rael raised her eye brows at Scar.

"Ra'd not answering his comm, possibly in a bubble with Nighthawk?"

"Ha! I heard that. Probably right too. You need him?"

"Yes please. Soon but there's no danger here. Paris. Prophet's Memorial Hospital." Rael huffed out a breath of relief.

"Ah . . . Mom? I . . . thought you were a better fighter than that?" Ryol blushed and dropped her chin.

"I am. I wasn't fighting. I was trying to restrain him without hurting him, long enough to talk some sense into him. Good job, by the way." Rael giggled at the sideways glances of the team. "He has a badly injured shoulder and shattered shin bone. Set, sort of, by himself six weeks ago. Infected and nasty. I got a bit of joy juice into him, but he was still too damned easy to break. Not that I wasn't tempted to beat him over the head, but Ryol got through to him."

:: Are you in a clear space?::

Rael stepped out to the middle of the hall and waved the others back. :: I am now. ::

Xen and Ra'd stepped out of nowhere.

Ra'd stumbled a bit. "That's a lot of momentum change. Who's hurt?" He turned as the gurney was wheeled out of imaging.

"Bloody damn, they're going to break my leg and do surgery on my shoulder."

Ra'd stepped forward and stared. "Lucky Dave?"

Dave frowned, eyes widened. "You can't possibly be Ra'd?"

"I'm twelve years older than the last time you saw me." Ra'd was grinning . . . sobered. "Your brother?"

Lucky Dave shot a cautious glance at her, then the team. "Ra'd, do you trust them? Really trust them?"

"Paranoid twat." Rael glowered.

"Yes, Captain. There's some weird things about the future, but they—especially the President and his people—are solid and trustworthy."

Lucky Dave swallowed. "I have Davos and Nickolas both in the bag. They're in bad shape, Ra'd. So you'd better be right about these people."

"Dad?" Ra'd's hands clenched on the gurney rails. "You saved . . . "

"I hope. I did everything I could . . . but it may not have been enough."

Ra'd looked back at Xen, who nodded. "Perhaps we should start by getting out of the hallway?"

Lucky Dave pointed at Ryol. "And get the bag away from the teenage menace."

Ryol sniffed. "I'm almost twelve. Just think what I'll be like when I hit sixteen." She scowled at the bars, then held them out to Dave.

Dave snorted as he took them. "I shall savor the thought of what you will put your nasty aunt—or mother or whatever she is—through."

Rael ignored him and caught the doctor's eye. "So you'll have two more patients, as soon as you're ready for them."

The doctor shook his head. "You were much better behaved as a patient than you are as a visitor. Let's take them one at a time . . . although Dave, did you say? Will be on antibiotics. No surgery until that's completely cleared up." He glowered at Xen. "I . . . have heard things about your methods. I'd like to see them."

"Round up some medgicians and I'll demonstrate."

 
 
 
matapampamuphoff on October 2nd, 2017 05:36 pm (UTC)
At this point I'm just futzing around looking for a good way to wrap up the story. I'll stick lots of stuff in, and cut it later, when I make up my mind.

I'm inclined to: a year later, Lucky Dave and Davos kicked back in the Black Horse Barracks common room.

"Well, at least Nick's talked those weirdos of Emre's down. Now if they'd just let go completely, admit that they just need to come together for the fortunately rare danger I could get over this creepy 'someone's watching me' feeling."

"Yeah. Not that I was the least bit nervous about Nick actually going there."

"Me neither. Not worried a bit."

Edited at 2017-10-02 05:42 pm (UTC)
muirecanmuirecan on October 2nd, 2017 07:12 pm (UTC)
Nice.
ekuah on October 2nd, 2017 07:30 pm (UTC)
Suggestion:
Lucky Dave pointed at Ryol. "And get the bag away from the teenage menace. She doesn't have a clue what she have in her hands"
Ryol sniffed. "I probably know better than you, since grandpa made them for you guys. And I'm almost twelve. Just think what I'll be like when I hit sixteen." She scowled at the bars, then held them out to Dave.
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on October 2nd, 2017 09:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Suggestion:
*snicker*

good suggestion, but I'd say Grandfather, rather than Grandpa, as she hasn't grown up that close to him, in all likelihood.
ekuah on October 2nd, 2017 10:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Suggestion:
Yeah, you are right.
Grandpa is too familiar.
Let's see what Pam thinks.
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on October 2nd, 2017 10:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Suggestion:
Might even end up calling him Old Wolf, as a bit of a throwback name... lol
matapampamuphoff on October 3rd, 2017 02:18 am (UTC)
Re: Suggestion:
Nope.

". . . my grandfather, Wolfgang Oldham. Did the Prophets ever talk about Those Left Behind?"

Rael stepped in. "Yes, we have dimensional travel--twelve colony worlds, tons under consideration, and diplomatic relations with numerous other civilizations. Including the Exile Worlds, where Earth dumped all their genetically engineered people."