2007-07-31: The Cure

Starring:

Erin_icon.gif Taine_icon.gif

Summary: Knowing the cure doesn't fix everything.

Date It Happened: July 31st, 2007

The Cure


Taine's Dressing Room

It's almost been a couple weeks since she first found out. Following that, Erin was offset for a couple days with a 'contused elbow' which left her unable to work and took a little bit of acting on her part to get the doctor to write an order. It was only until she was able to function again, though, and she's been back and working, just…

Out of it.

After yesterday's discovery, she kind of needs to talk to Taine. Perhaps Erin can just call it an experiment, but she really does want to help him, and she's well aware that, like most people on the set, he's caught the cold going around, too. Somewhere in the middle of the day - she's not filming today and has, indeed, had her part re-written for the forseeable future - she heads through a hall toward Taine's dressing room. She doesn't have one of her own yet, but… Soon, hopefully. She's got paint all over an old t-shirt and jeans, since she's been working on a new set for upcoming filming.

When she reaches the door, she knocks a couple times.

—-

The good thing about soap operas… characters can get pushed to the side rather easily. Dr. Pryce, despite this cold he's suffering from, still has some scenes with other characters, but the fans will likely not enjoy the sudden dropping of the relationship— at least for now. Then again there will probably be fans who respond on message boards about how they're so glad they dropped the dumb amnesia-patient/doctor plot and maybe he should find someone else instead. Like them! Cause that's how those message boards go.

Taine is currently sitting on his couch, with a box of tissue paper and a cup of warm tea. One of the aides made the tea for him, and it's still vaguely warm, but he didn't like the taste of it so he hasn't continued to drink yet. The dressing room is one he may actually share with someone— but he's alone for the moment, and usually is.

At the knock, he cleans off his nose and tosses the tissue, putting the box aside and going to the door. He suspects it's another aide of some kind, but when he opens the door… not an aide. A few weeks ago he would have smiled and possibly even leered a little. Since the weird happenings, he's done his best to pretend it never happened. Partially successfully, but— it's getting harder since he's really starting to get sick now. Nose red, eyes red, the make up department is about to give up on it.

Now, he's not leering or smiling much at all. He looks pretty miserable, if it wasn't for the sudden look that he wants to step away. Still, politness demands he continue to pretend nothing happens— even if his acting isn't as great right now, with as sick as he feels, "Erin…" Before he would have followed with something suggestive, like that she'd stopped by to ask him out this time. Nope, not anymore.

—-

She'll ignore that look for now. It hurts… Actually, she never realise how much it would suck if he just suddenly stopped speaking to her. Sure, they've had lines together now and again, but with them both at odds, it's hard for the producers not to notice. Easy enough to write around that, though, and Erin really can't blame them.

She doesn't say anything, instead looking both ways down the hall to make sure there's no one else around - either coming or going, then she pushes past Taine and into the room, closing the door behind her. Jeez, he looks awful, and she can feel those little viruses all around him, inside him, sticking to everything in the room like the plague that they are, but… It's just a cold, so far as she can tell. It's severely uncomfortable, though, because she knows they're there, but they're too small to see.

After taking a glance around the room, she steps away from the door. "I wanted to thank you for not saying anything." Erin would be denying the whole thing, too, if she could. Unfortunately, she has no way of explaining just what's going on with her, despite what her roommate told her. "But I figured something out last night, and I thought I should… Do you have a few minutes?"

—-

There's a sigh and Taine waves her inside the dressing room, hoping that she closes the door when she gets inside. But some things are best discussed inside a closed room, and not hanging half into the hallway. People walk by. "What was I supposed to tell them, Erin? That you made me sick? They'd think it was some kind of…" He trails off, not finishing what he'd planned to say. Sexual transmitted disease, maybe! Yeah. She gave him syphillis. Or something.

Moving away to the couch, he goes to grab the box of tissues, or specifically another one or two and rub at his nose. "Look, I didn't tell anyone because it didn't happen as far as I'm concerned. I told your roommate I wouldn't mention it until I had a chance to talk to one of you— and since I don't know what we'd talk about anyway, I'm not going to tell anyone." Little does he know the roommate was trying to force him to not say anything— it failed, but worked well enough for the purposes. He's not about to tell people.

He's sick. The cold hasn't just made him look awful, but he sounds awful to. The accent he won points for has changed into a sicker version of itself, and he's not got a lot more he can say or do about it. Other than wait. "It looks like you're making half the set sick, too, you know."

—-

There's a sigh and Taine waves her inside the dressing room, hoping that she closes the door when she gets inside. But some things are best discussed inside a closed room, and not hanging half into the hallway. People walk by. "What was I supposed to tell them, Erin? That you made me sick? They'd think it was some kind of…" He trails off, not finishing what he'd planned to say. Sexual transmitted disease, maybe! Yeah. She gave him syphillis. Or something.

Moving away to the couch, he goes to grab the box of tissues, or specifically another one or two and rub at his nose. "Look, I didn't tell anyone because it didn't happen as far as I'm concerned. I told your roommate I wouldn't mention it until I had a chance to talk to one of you— and since I don't know what we'd talk about anyway, I'm not going to tell anyone." Little does he know the roommate was trying to force him to not say anything— it failed, but worked well enough for the purposes. He's not about to tell people.

He's sick. The cold hasn't just made him look awful, but he sounds awful to. The accent he won points for has changed into a sicker version of itself, and he's not got a lot more he can say or do about it. Other than wait. "It looks like you're making half the set sick, too, you know."

—-

"Apparently I'm not the only person who— Ali can force people to do things." For example. "I didn't know. She almost made me jump off my balcony the day before you came over - it was an accident. Something in her voice. I thought it was crazy, I don't know if this… happened to me because I knew about people like her or not, I don't know." And she's rambling a bit. Maybe she was worried about something like that happening to her, and it just… all hit at once. "I don't know what people would have thought, but thank you."

She can feel the viruses so concentrated in his system that it's really starting to bother her. After he gets his Kleenex and turns around, he'll find Erin closer; it's easier to feel them now, though she can't quite … …

"I know," she says. She doesn't quite sound the same as usual. Cowed, almost. Humbled. This is really bothering her, after all, and anger isn't her response to everything ever. "I can't stop it… I don't know how yet. But I can do this." Reaching up, she puts her hands on his shoulders, just like what she did with Ali. Instantly, she can feel each and every single one of the microscopic cells, and she starts to kill them en masse.

Her eyes glow brightly, and while she can barely see through the blue halo surrounding them, she can at least meet Taine's eyes - or at least find the shadows around them enough. "I'm actually not doing this just to freak you out, in case you're wondering, but you need to stand still, or I can't concentrate." So no running away just yet.

—-

"…I really didn't want to know there were more…" God, what if the next girl he tries to ask out has some weird ability that— he has no idea. It's like one of those lame scifi movies where people can read minds, or see amazing things, or rip people's hearts out in a more literal way. Horror movies too. That's what this woman's… whatever is from. Horror movie. The Flu! Yeah, that's what it'd be called. The Flu! The Outbreak! The Death Virus!

"They would've thought I was nuts," Taine insists, having good reason to believe this would be the case. He's wiping on his nose when he suddenly finds her much closer. At first he starts to step away, but another step forward and her hands are on his shoulders and he freezes, looking a little worried. It's odd. They both look cowed and humbled. And he also looks scared. She can do WHAT? He's half expecting to sprout a third eye in the middle of his forehead, or fall over with shakes…

But he doesn't move. Like a kangaroo in headlights (nasty animals, taste great on a bun).

"What are you…?" he starts to ask, already sounding a little better as his throat loses. Some of the conjestion won't go away instantly, but there's changes already recognized. What? "Are you— making me— not sick again?" She can cure him? Oh— well— that's more like it.

—-

"I didn't, either," Erin mutters. After seeing what Ali could do… She was terrified, but couldn't ask the girl to just leave, especially since she's aware that no harm was actually meant by what happened. It's a good thing, too. That would have been some awesome Karma there - ask your roommate to get the hell out, and you're left without the only person in the world who can possibly help you. For once, she did the right thing.

Unfortunately, there's already a movie called Outbreak, or that'd be the story of Erin's life. Or something.

"Yeah, they might have." She still thinks this is impossible, and yet she's the one doing it. He's got more than Ali did, so it's taking longer, and it's also starting to feel like she's been, say, walking around all day in the stifling heat. Not to the point where's she's exhausted, but there are so many viruses to destroy… "I don't even know how this is possible."

Continuing to hold his shoulders, her eyes narrow a bit as she seeks out the last of the pathogen. It's got her signature all over it - somehow she can tell - and yet it's nothing more than a common cold. "I think? I think so. I figured it out last night. They're easy to kill. They're not even really alive. it's kind of like pulling apart a piece of yarn." Silly comparison, but completely accurate. When she's no longer able to detect any viruses, she steps back, letting go of his arms. Her face is patchy, she's sweating a little, but looks hopeful just the same. "That better?"

—-

That kangaroo in headlights? Far more appropriate the longer this goes on. Only it's eyelights and not headlights. Pretty scary, either way. "Do you know your eyes are glowing?" Taine has to ask, looking into the glowing eyes. It's like the special effects of a movie— only he knows for a fact there's no one putting together special effects in post for this… it's all real. And he's staring right at it. They glowed last time, too— and that doesn't make him feel all the much better about it.

At least not until he starts to feel dramatically better instead of dramatically worse. No shaking, no snot smears— the conjestion even starts to clear away, until he's left staring for another reason than fear. It's almost awe-like. Non-acted. "…yeah… that's— that's better." His accent is entirely back to normal. He could sing now.

Singing isn't what he does, though, instead his arms shift and he reaches up to touch her face. "You look— tired— why don't you lay down…?" There's a cot to lay down on when there's a long time between takes, or when the actor isn't feeling well. He's touching her… that has to be a good sign.

—-

Her reply is to nod. She knows, it's a pretty obvious side-effect of whatever it is she's doing. It makes it really hard to see anything other than shadows and vague shapes, too, like she's looking through a fog. The light fades until there's the vaguest metallic look to her irises, and that remains for a few more minutes as she takes a couple deep breaths. This was a lot more trying than curing Ali was; then again, she's been trying to 'fix' what she caused for the past day now. It's harder to do when she can't contact the people involved.

Deeeep sigh. "Good. Good, it works," she says, edging away from that touch and running her fingers through her hair. The viruses aren't gone, though… They're still all over the place, in other people. She'll never fix everyone, but colds go away on their own eventually.

Now she can go back to avoiding Taine again. And she does seem a little bothered by the fact that she's still here, but she can't leave yet; with a glance in the mirror, she notes that look in her eyes, reaches into her pocket, and grabs a pair of sunglasses. "Not here. Elsewhere. I may not have been particularly awake while you were at my apartment, but I do know you ran away as soon as you could." She puts the sunglasses on, still looking toward him. "I just came by to say sorry, and fix things. I dunno what's going on with me, Taine, but I'm…" Trailing off, she starts to reach for the door. She's scared goes unsaid, but there's a quiver in her voice, and she's afraid that if she brings him in… He won't stick around if things get rough.

—-

"Yes… it works," Taine says in his newly restored accent. Though he's not totally sure what it is. His hand drops as she glances in the mirror, and reaches for her sunglasses, and he just kind of stands there looking— quiet. There's a good chance he'd just let her leave, isn't there? It's not like there's much he has to say to her— she's the one who did something that freaked him out. It's not like he lived there, either…

It'd been foreign territory! And she's the one who did it! That's what he would have said if she'd confronted him about it earlier, but now he can't help but look away a little as she says that, and starts moving towards the door.

With her hand on the door, he hesitates one last moment and then looks up, "You fixed it— and now you know how to fix it if you… do it again." At least in small amounts— fixing the whole crew might take some time, but he's one of the only ones she was physically touching when she made him sick, so he probably had it worse anyway.

—-

Her hand rests on the door for a moment, then she leans forward until she's resting her head against it. "Doesn't change the fact that I'm some sort of freak of nature, does it?" she asks, eyes rolling up, looking at the woodgrain in front of her. There's someone standing on the other side of the door; she only knows because she can feel a huge concentration of viruses, but they move on before she has a moment to kill them.

There's a chuckle - dry - before she turns back around, hand still on the doorknob. "Anyway, if you're sticking around just because you know I can fix it, I don't need you around." She's still hesitating, though. "Alyssa wanted to help even before she knew I could kill the little f— bastards."

If she pushes people away, maybe it won't hurt quite as much when she accidentally hurts them, because she really has no idea what the hell she's doing at the moment, or how she's making people sick or— Essentially, whenever she thinks about it, which is all the time, someone else catches a cold.

The sunglasses come off again so she can meet his eyes. "I was so tired that night, I barely even remember it. But I do remember you taking off. Why did you ask me out, Taine? Because I'm pretty? Do you even know me at all?"

—-

"That's not fair, Erin. She also knew about this before you did." It bothers him that she's practically telling him off for giving the only sane reaction that anyone could have. What does she expect him to do, pretend to be something he's not whenever something out of a sci fi movie happens? Taine shakes his head a little, "If you want to leave because I can't even help you? Go ahead. I can't help you. I don't know what you're doing, I had no idea this kind of… thing is even possible. And I'm not a bloody doctor. I can't even handle being sick, much less being around people who are."

Squeamish is his middle name. Why did she think he was hiding in his dressing room? He could have been suffering in company, rather than alone.

"The point of asking someone out is to get to know them. I like getting to know my costars off set, because on set they tend to be faking it. You're a little different, I think, but that didn't change that I wanted to get to know you if we were going to be working together." There's a gesture, "And yeah, being pretty is a bonus." Most actresses are, really.

—-

She knows it's not fair, but she doesn't really care that it's not, either. Erin was starting to like him, she trusted him, and maybe she shouldn't have. And she's all sorts of mixed up right now— on the best of days, she has a damned hard time listening to reason when she's upset, and this is hardly the best of days. She can't handle him being angry because she's angry, and has no idea what to do about any of this.

The door opens. She already did what she came to do, and she hadn't been planning to stick around anyway. They already wrote their relationship into something far more antagnistic on set, so there's no reason for them to be best friends forever. Sure, she could use another friend right now, but not Taine.

Pulling the door the rest of the way open, she steps out into the hall, closes it again, and leaves without saying a word. She's still got a set to work on.

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