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Hanging by a thread [6/10]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-17 03:09 am (UTC)(link)“Sure, if you're feeling better, Beca and I should hit the hay to” she suggested, walking up to the he animus technician and pulling her out of her fantasy world with a soft pat on the shoulder. Desmond nodded, and biding the girls goodnight, he descended the steps leading back into the main room, and making a beeline for the historian's room.
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Shaun Hastings was lying sprawled across his bed, having a rather intense staring match with the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing in his left hand from the nice case of friction burn across his palm, which he had received from his short-sighted heroic escapades.
The slow stabs of pain, utter sense of boredom, and his reluctance to return to his database work, had settled him into one of his classic bad moods, even the calming effect of classical music at maxim volume pouring out of his mp3 player, and in through his earbuds, did little to stent the feeling of brooding frustration that was keeping him awake.
Shaun closed his eyes behind his glasses, calling up images of swirling colours dancing in time with the violin strings, in another vain attempt to lose himself in the music, however as un-immersive as his imagination was proving itself to be, it did save him from noticing when Desmond knocked on his door, waiting for a few moments before sticking his head inside the room. Taking in the reclining historian on the bed and stopping in his tracks, waiting 'till one brown eye cracked open, and saw the American standing rather awkwardly beside his bedstead.
“Err… Hi Shaun” Desmond greeted when he realised he had been noticed. “Oh look, sleeping beauty finally woke up, did the handsome prince Lucy finally give you true loves first kiss?” Shaun sneered, sitting up and taking the phones from his ears, fixing Desmond with an impatient glare.
Suddenly Desmond regretted coming, but he pushed back those feelings, replacing them with the need for absolution that was weighing heavily in his chest. Biting the metaphorical bullet and sitting down on the side of Shaun's bed, opening his mouth to deliver his long thought out and sincere appreciations, when Shaun added, “So, to what do I own the privilege of this visit your highness?”
His open hostility, while not unusual coming from Shaun, still stung. “I just wanted to thank you... You know, for saving me.” He explained lamely, the unexpected harshness throwing a wrench in his expected apology.
“You wouldn't have needed saving if you had listened to me in the first place” Shaun frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, the old schoolmarm tone returning to his voice, the same one that usually preceded a lecture about exactly how stupid he was, “But please” Shaun continued, turning the sarcasm dial up to eleven. “Don't trouble your pretty little head, after all, I obviously have nothing better to do with my time than to babysit you.”
Desmond was finding it harder and harder to stay passive, his annoyance quickly outstripping his guilt. “I just wanted to thank you, ya don't need to be such a douche about it” he muttered, giving Shaun his own irritated stare. “You want to thank me that badly miles? Why don't you come over 'ere and suck my dick.” Shaun suggested, venom dripping from his every syllable.