2007-09-29: Star Trek Logic

Starring:

Bekah_icon.gif Mariska_icon.gif Meryl_icon.gif Lee_icon.gif

Also Starring:

Megan_icon.gif

Summary: Two Agents and one Head-Megan head to the hospital to pick up a healer for the burn victims back at base.

Date It Happened: 29 SEPTEMBER 2007

Star Trek Logic


Mt. Sinai Hospital

"Do we have a lead?" Meryl says into the radio.

"Yeah, we got her. We're uploading the coordinates to your ultra-cool GPS Navigation system."

…Ultra cool? Oh, yeah. The whole premise of this is that Meryl's sitting in the driver's seat of her car with army men taped to the dashboard. They're communicating with her. You wouldn't understand. One of the army men is painted pink - that one represents her. It's the one with the mine sweeper, except it's not a mine sweeper, it's an ultra-cool GPS.

Meryl turns to Mariska. "Actually, I just downloaded her work schedule off the hospital intranet. Or, actually I had someone who can work a computer do it for me." Smiling, she checks to make sure she's got everything she needs. A small sidearm under an army jacket - it doesn't have bullets in it, it's got tranquilizers. "We're going in the back. Unfortunately, it's a bloody hospital; I've got no idea where the 'ell she's at right now, but we'll find her." Looking in the rear-view mirror, she asks Megan, "You ready?"

—-

Lee is waiting for Bekah outside the doctor's changing rooms when she comes off shift - he remembers her shifts, of course, navigating them was one of the big problems with their relationship. He's dressed both more flashy and more dignified than he normally did even a couple of weeks ago. He looks nervous, even a little puppy-eyed.

—-

Head-Megan is still riding back seat in Meryl's mind. She's been giving explicit instructions to do no funny business. And when Meryl gets all serious-like, it's hard not to agree with her. However, this is not exactly the Meryl that is playing with army men on the dashboard. Sometimes she wishes she was telepathic so that she could speak to Meryl without using her voice. So, in the interest on not making her friend look even crazier, she just nods. Or, that is, Meryl nods, meaning Megan nods, too.

—-

Bekah has finished a shift. Finally. She makes her way out of the doctor's changing rooms in a pair of worn jeans, sneakers, and a black t-shirt that says 'What I Really Need Are Minions'. It's fancy doctor wear, really. And that backpack on her back is just so professional. She stops right outside the door though when she sees Lee. The look she gives him is not entirely happy. Or any at all happy. "Do I need to call security?"

—-

Lee says, "No, no. I, ah…I wanted to apologize. To you. In person." he begins, stammeringly. A big gulp of breath. He doesn't do apologies. "This isn't a please-take-me-back speech, so. I'll go when I'm done. I just need two minutes, that's all." His hands awkwardly in his coat pockets, flapping the coat outwards helplessly once, twice, then stopping himself.

—-

Mariska smiles. She can't help it; this is instinct. Just share a smile with the crazy lady and maybe she won't stab you in the eye with one of those plastic army men. Not entirely acquainted with the whole head!Megan situation, the Russian responds to the 'you ready?' query as if it had been directed at her. "I…" Was she really sitting here in a care on the cusp of going through with something akin to a kidnapping after all that she'd been through with the abduction and confinement of her own daughter?? REALLY?! Did someone accidentally leave one of Sylar's black socks in the wash? Was Mariska now wearing a hat turned morally gray??

"…yes. Let's go."

—-

"Good. Right, let's do this thing then." Meryl pulls out a map. It's a map of Belgium, and judging by the look on her face, it wasn't supposed to be. "Damn, where'd I put the… No matter. I'm sure we can figure out where she's at."

Insert a cutscene montage here where Mariska, Meryl, and Megan get into all sorts of wacky fun inside the hospital while searching for Ms. Morgan. One scene involves a zany doctor who seems to be onto them, but has really just mistaken Misha as that hot chick from the Matrix. It does happen.

In any case, some twenty minutes later, they're rounding the hall just as Bekah is meeting up with Lee outside the changing room. Well, it's a little populated, but it'll have to do. "We're gonna try to ask her if she'd like to help," Meryl says, frowning, not pulling the weapon just yet. "All else fails, we tranq her, put on some scrubs, and get her on a gurney, like they did in Star Trek IV."

—-

Bekah looks over to Lee. She just stares at him for a moment before she asks. "Is this something you can say in public?" Because that last fight? Probably shouldn't have been done out on a city street. She doesn't seem to notice the wacky escapades. She's too busy being awkward around Lee.

—-

While it's pretty morally grey for Megan as well, she's a little trapped as to what to do. However, she's already had that mirror conversation with Meryl about how she doesn't want to hurt anyone. Though forbidden any monkey business, she'll make herself known if something starts going on that she doesn't like. Even if she's only relegated to a headspace, she still has morals. Somewhere. But for now, she's silent.

—-

Lee says, "The important stuff, yeah. I didn't have any right to say to you what I said. I was upset over…" Well, /that/ he shouldn't say in public. He stops himself, then reformulates: "…family stuff, but details aside, that's nothing but an excuse. You came down to help me and I threw it back in your face. Even before that, I didn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Even if we aren't going to be close anymore, I don't want you to think I didn't value what we had. I did. I do. I acted like an idiot in a soap opera. I'm sorry."

—-

It's true. For whatever reason, Misha seems to get mistaken for Monica Bellucci a lot more than usual in New York. Not that this is a bad thing, though. She's not complaining. Meryl's plan, for all its lunatic seasoning, has a basis in logic and Mariska manages to recognize this as it goes screaming by all muppet-armed to the tune of Wacky Sax. Much as she's apt to regret this later, the Russian inquires of her partner in crime, "Do you want to do the talking?"

—-

Ah, right. There's something she has to pull out of her pocket. First? Sunglasses. You have to look cool doing the job. Second? Another pair of sunglasses for Mariska, which she hands over. Gotta look cool doing the job. Third? A flippy wallet with a shiny badge from a cereal box pinned inside. "Well, I'll start if you want to, but you're not gonna like the names I give us." Lowering her sunglasses, Meryl winks, smiles, and approaches Lee and Bekah, flashing the badge before putting it in her pocket.

"Ms. Morgan, I'm Agent Basil, this is Agent Watson. If we could have a word with you, it'd be very much appreciated." Meryl nods toward the nearest empty room. There are always empty rooms in hospitals. This one just happens to be a mop closet. "We won't take much of your time."

—-

At least Bekah's listening to Lee. Instead of stabbing him with pointy objects. "You were an idiot. But you're a guy. It's too be expected." Bekah states. "Thank you for coming down." She does open up enough to say that, but it's not warm. Someone is still mad. And so Meryl and Mariska get raised eyebrows as she turns to look over to them. "Agents? Are you with the F.B.I.?" She asks, giving Lee the cold shoulder to move off with them. "Let's use this room instead." She says, pointing to a staff lounge. More public, less mops.

—-

Lee says, "Thanks for listening." That's all he expected, and, realistically, all he deserves. To the two women approaching he looks incredulous. "Basil and Watson? Basil and Watson. Really. Why not Malone and McArdle?" And he's completely deadly serious in expression, like he's daring them to stick with those names instead of taking his, much better, names.

—-

'Watson' might be a familiar face to the young doctor, though, given her line of work she probably sees dozens of people a day who come in and out of the hospital only to been rediscovered months later so if recognition's there to dawn it'll probably come on slowly (if it comes at all - story of our lives, right, ladies?). The sunglasses that Meryl handed to Mariska aren't worn so much as toyed with, turned end over end between bony-knuckled fingers while the latter lingers in the former's wake. She wears a somewhat hopeful albeit embarrassed expression and takes a moment to share it both with Bekah and Lee.

—-

Meryl raises an eyebrow at Lee, reaching out to give his shoulder a pat. "All right, then. I'll be Malone, my partner can be McArdle. Makes me want McDonald's, but I don't think they have those in hospitals. It's like serving up clogged arteries on a tray, aye? No, we're not with the FBI. NSA. I'm impressed you caught on, Mister Bignose. Thankfully, you'll also understand that playing Secret Agent is a lot more fun when you've got fake names and sunglasses. Shall we?" She heads in the direction of the staff lounge indicated by Bekah. "Watson, if you'll get rid of the surveillance," she says upon entering. Eyes sweep for security cameras - there are always some - as well as any lingering medical personnel. "Take care of things in here, and when you're done with that, get me my flashy thing. I have to re-write Columbo's memory." That's you, Lee.

—-

Bekah raises her eyebrows over to Meryl and mouths something about going to call for psych to Lee. Because Meryl? Kind of crazy seeming, thanks. "NSA. Sure you're not CIA while we're playing with lots of fun alphabet soup?" She looks over to Mariska, but there's no major recognition. She's seen her, but Mariska doesn't stand out as someone she really knows.

—-

Lee says "Don't be an…" There was about to be 'idiot' or 'moron' coming out of his mouth, or something like that, but he spots Bekah's signal, and shuts up, gives a sharp nod, looks around for someone to signal subtly. Maybe by waving, pointing at Meryl, twirling his finger around his ear, then miming a straitjacket. Lee is a subtle man. Really. He realizes he never finished the sentence. He says: "Do you want me to get some coffee or something, so you can have it when you talk?"

—-

"Good idea," says the Bond villain Mariska in response to Lee's offer to retrieve coffee. Two words into her speaking role and she's already proven herself to be a cliche - it's the Englishman in New york syndrome for sure. She pads her part with another word, gesturing to Meryl while only a step behind, "Decaf." Gee, ya think?? After that, it's all eyes on Bekah while they step into the staff lounge and the arguably saner of the pair tries to explain, "We were just on our way to see Doctor Eame— er, I mean, Agent…" Pause to look at the crazy lady as if seeking clarification. "…Fishburne, when Agent Malone here decided she had something very important to tell you about. She insisted." See? Mariska's not crazy; she's the companion help.

—-

NO COFFEE FOR RISKA. "No, I want you to come with us. Like I said, you've seen too much. I'll either have to kill you or flashy-thing you. Sorry, all this is very, very top-secret. You have a name, or shall I continue calling you Mister Bignose?" After she's completed a sweep of the room to be sure there's no CIA agents hiding in the lockers, Meryl approaches the security camera and connects something to the port in the back. "Remind me to get that later, Watson," she says. RIGHT. Down to business, then. "Ms. Morgan, you have something we need. You can heal people. We had an incident with a fire. We'd like you to come with us to help a whole lot of people who are otherwise going to be horribly disfigured for the rest of their lives."

—-

Bekah looks over to Meryl. There's a moment of shock when she says the bit about healing before Bekah tries to hide it with words. "It's Dr. Morgan, thank you. And while I work with burn victims in the E.R., you'd probably be better off with a specialist from the burn ward."

—-

Lee was asking Bekah - he really doesn't respond to Mariska's assent and he certainly doesn't fetch any coffee. "Doyle is still pretty much a potboiler. Malone and McArdle? Terrible. You could be Madame Pernelle and Flipotte if you…" He falls silent, shocked at what Meryl said. "For Christ's sakes, never mind. Even Flipotte wouldn't start with that. Bring them to the fucking hospital if they're so hurt. A hundred doctors are better than one." He isn't so quick with a reasonable riposte as Bekah is, but he nods to her.

—-

Mariska, too, looks a little dumbstruck as Meryl rolls right on out with what is actually the honest-to-God truth of the matter but, hey, given her somewhat flamboyant and questionably lucid opening, who could possibly make the mistake of thinking she was being 'serious' now… except for folks who might have an inkling of the freaky truth. The Russian's expression grows grim and she eyes both Bekah and Lee with precision, focusing on body language rather than the spoken word to reveal wherein verity lies between the two of them.

—-

There are still bandages around Meryl's hand, though much lighter than they've been in previous days. Unwrapping it, she throws the old dressing into the nearest bin, holding up her palm so the multiple lacerations can be seen. They're all stitched. Red, though. Painful. "The truth is, Doc, we work with people like you. We know all about you. We have a file. And the kind of healing we need done is something that no doctor could ever do." She turns her hand so she can point. "Except for you. Some of the people hurt are permanently blinded. Some of them will die from infection in days." Meryl looks up at Mariska, narrows her eyes a little, nods across the room. "Feel like giving a demonstration?" It's all about sincerity.

—-

Bekah crosses her arms over her chest, tucking her hands in close to her body. "You're crazy." She states, still not ready to have this conversation, it seems. "Besides, those are stitched. They'll heal well." Even without her help. "How in the hell do I know I could trust you? You come in here and give me a fake name? Not exactly sounding like you're on the up and up."

—-

Well, this is going slightly more downhill a whole lot faster than Mariska might have anticipated. "She's telling the truth," chimes in the Russian in that garbled glass over gravel sort of accent. "And you don't… but, we trust you." She casts a green-eyed look over to Lee, scrutinizing the man with a narrow sort of gaze before she then tosses the look over her own shoulder and up to the camera that Meryl fiddled with and then another back around the room as if to ensure on a visual level that there aren't any more surveillance devices to be conquered before she asks, "What did you have in mind?" Conspiracy. Live it. Love it. Prepare to hate your freshly-complicated life.

—-

Lee's body language is annoyed. Pissed off even. Evolved crap again. Maybe getting dumped wasn't so bad, if this is the life Bekah is going to have to live with. But he's also protective of Bekah, shoulders open to her, looking to her for her cues. He has something to make up to her. "Seriously, think for five seconds about what you're asking. Maybe the first five seconds of thought you've had in your whole lives. If something goes wrong, who is going to be responsible? And how responsible? Did they consent to her treatment? Insurance companies involved at all? How about institutional review boards? They have those here. They have lots of people here to make sure things are done right. Bekah's an ethical doctor, she's not going to go fix whatever Mafia arson job you're going to drag her to."

—-

"Well, no, I'm not crazy." Some people would disagree. Maybe she should have sent Lee for coffee, too, because he's sort of the annoying gnat in the room, or the toddler who won't shut up, and— Well, essentially, he's filling Meryl's usual role, only much angrier. Unfortunately, this is not the time nor the place to cover her ears with her hands and shout LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU. And so she leans on a table, levels her gaze on him, and says, "If you don't shut up, I'm going to start singing The Song that Never Ends, over and over, until you're just as nutty as I am. Mariska." The cool factor of using fake names has worn off, alas. "Front of the room to the back. Then back here, if you feel like it. Just to show Bignose and Doc that we aren't just random bums off the street."

—-

Bekah raises eyebrows at Meryl. "You do that, I'll slip you a nice powerful laxative. You'll have such a fun night on the toilet." She notes before she shakes her head. "Right. Stupid human tricks. Fun all around." She states, keeping her hands in tight to her body. Lee actually gets a quick grateful look for standing up for her.

—-

Front of the room, back of the room? Boooooo-ring! This is not a game of Red Rover and Mariska is not inclined to play things too close to the vest at this point. They've committed themselves to make the foreplay, now it's time to score…

In the literal blink of an eye, the Russian woman has disappeared from sight with a popping sound - not unlike a firecracker thrown on the ground for the fourth of July (or Chinese New Year, for you ethnically diverse folks in the audience) - only to reappear a second later in the far corner of the room. And then she's gone again. And then she's across the room. And then she's on the other side of the room again. And then she's… seriously, you're getting the picture on this one, right? She's hopscotching in frame like a bad film edit. Four successive, rapid-fire jumps before she's returned to precisely the point she started from.

Cue the Raven Darkholme down-the-nose look of 'do you feel me now'. Well? Do you…?

—-

Meryl has never seen Riska use her ability before. And so she has to bite her lip to keep from sq— Oh, eff it. "Did you guys see that?! That was awesome! Did you see? Man, if I could do something like that, I'd, like, go to Europe or something for lunch, then come back for work with no jet lag. That would be awesome. Brava, Riska. You win."

This goes on for awhile. Easily distracted Meryl is easily distracted.

Right, so the mission. Meryl takes a look up at the camera, just to make sure, then back down toward Bekah and Lee. She holds out her hand for Bekah again - some sort of silent agreement, or it's possible she just wants the girl to show off. "Listen, Doctor Morgan. Please. There are a lot of people who really need your help. We know what you can do. This is your opportunity to do something wonderful with it. Full room and board as long as you're there. I know you went to medical school, I know you think we need a doctor for this. If it was one or two people, I would agree, but there are many. Please."

—-

Bekah watches Mariska with interest, but once you have a friend who can fly, well, even teleportation isn't that much cooler to watch. Her attention moves back to Meryl with a shake of her head. "Room and board. So you're going to keep me there until everyone is healed? What about my job here? About all the lives I touch in the ER?" The resistance if fading a bit though. She reaches out for Meryl's hand, taking it to look at the damage. And the stitches gradually become unnecessary as the flesh around them heals.

—-

Lee has turned over a new leaf. He has. He really has. As Mariska bops around the room, he doesn't go off half-cocked, he really doesn't, he re"CHRIST! What the fuck relevance does that have to ANYTHING that she or I have been telling you?" The explosion of anger comes as a surprise both to his narration and to himself personally. "Are you not even listening? Are you deaf as well as crazy and stupid? Is that your collective problem? How does that change things even to the tiniest, slightest, most insignificant degree?" The fact that it seems to have actually done so for Bekah is completely lost on Lee.

—-

Oh, if only the Russian were capable of something truly useful and impressive… like, oh, I dunno, shooting lasers from her eyes or cutting with a look. Mister Bignose's fit of cranky earns him a dark bit of staring from a pair of pale green eyes as Mariska attempts to call tap into a little piece of Kal-El action for the betterment of all mankind. Alas. No joy. Lee's giant forehead remains cranky and fretted and decidedly devoid of any burning or laser-boring sensation. For now.

"You won't be kept," Mariska claims. "You'll be able to come and go. I can take you between here and there to keep your travel time kept to a minimum. We just… need your help. You'll understand when you see…"

—-

"We'll take care of that," Meryl states. They'll cross that bridge when they come to it and all that - at the moment, the important thing is getting Bekah to the people who will die in hours if they don't receive this intervention promptly. If they have to make accommodations for Bekah to return to shifts at the hospital, they might be able to - Meryl doesn't know. She's not in charge. And with what she knows… It might not be possible, but she's not going to say that now. Give the girl hope, reel it in. So goes the morally grey aspect of Company Life.

Smiling as the injury heals - that feels a whole lot better - Meryl takes her hand back and starts picking the stitches out. Don't need those anymore. She seems to ignore Lee completely, but she's not. "I have one more question for you, Doc. I've got a tranquiliser gun in my belt. I'd very much like to shoot Bignose in the ass with it. However, I really wouldn't like to upset you at this junture, so the call is yours."

—-

Lee adds, seemingly apropos of nothing, "Real original. That hasn't happened to me as a result of this nonsense in almost a whole week." Ah, sarcasm is like riding a bike. You never forget how.

—-

Bekah looks over to Lee for a moment before she makes a decision. Maybe it's the anger still left over from their last fight. It doesn't take long after that bit of sarcasm for Bekah to answer. "Shoot him up. Not as much fun as shooting him with a tranq myself, though, sadly." Not like she could. She's probably shoot herself in the foot before she'd hit him even two feet away. In the end the need to help people and to use her power to heal outweighs the potential of putting herself in a crazy situation. Bad decision? Possibly. Probably. But she's made it.

—-

Lee says, "What the fuck? Bekah, come on. These guys are idiots, you're not seriously considering going with them. And there's no need to take /me/, what the hell can I do, quote Byron at them?"

—-

There's nothing left for Mariska to do save wait for Meryl to do the honors. In the meantime, she tries to share an appreciative and possibly sympathetic look with the young doctor that they're nearly, sorta, kinda, almost kidnapping. Burdened by a callous, insensitive, slightly hysterical asshole WHO QUOTES POETRY? She can relate. Boy howdy.

—-

"Excellent. This is the part of my job that's really fun." Meryl states, unholstering the small firearm from her belt. "Double barrel dart gun. Fancy, huh? It's not much, I admit, but it does the trick." Smiling, raising her sunglasses to perch them atop her head, she aims at Lee and fires twice, all but ignoring his protests. "We're taking you, Mister Bignose, because you know too much."

—-

Lee is hit, weirdly, not exactly where Meryl aims, but it's good enough. He goes down like a load of bricks. As he fades, he says, "Useless." but who he means - or whether he is quoting someone from a similar situation - is unclear to all but himself and those that really pay attention to the logs.

—-

After the comments Lee made in that famous fight, Bekah isn't a hundred percent sure he's not going to go public with all this. Besides, they have a tranq gun. Isn't her choice more in mode of transport? "So. Let's get out of here. If it's really that urgent, why waste time? We can just haul Lee out and say he's being a drunken idiot. Again." See? It's a plan not hatched from knowledge of Star Trek.

—-

Lee's mind was completely erased of this scene and he was promptly dumped back at his apartment.

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