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It was a slow day at work, and I got bored. I suppose I could have cleaned up, restocked, taken inventory … any number of productive things. Instead I wrote this – The thinky thoughts of Patelyne Alemp, acting medic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ask_twnz. I’m calling it a fic, because I don’t really know what else to call it. Blame it on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ask_theharkni, I figured if the clones are all thinking about themselves then maybe I should too.
Patelyne smiled as she looked around them, the scenery here was beautiful. Maybe Hank was right, and they just needed some fresh air and time alone.
They meant to have a quick walk, but she’d learned her lesson about being prepared the last few weeks. In addition to enough food to feed an army, she’d also filled the bag with a first aid kit and flashlights and a couple blankets. Being prepared was hard work, and she’d really been hoping Hank would have offered to carry the backpack. She looked over at him and gave a few dramatic sighs while tugging at the straps. When he didn’t seem to take the hint she pulled the bag off and slung it over his arm. She wandered on ahead while he peeked inside at what she had packed.
She didn’t really get outside much. In the beginning it was because she was afraid she’d get lost and never be able to make her way back. That was one of the many problems with not knowing how exactly you ended up somewhere in the first place. Added to that was the fear they’d realize she didn’t belong and lock her out the moment she left.
She was amazed when Torchwood New Zealand first asked her to stay on as medic. After all, she didn’t have much to offer the team. Her training amounted to a working knowledge of Google and a couple medical books (one for children!) that she picked up after her first visit. She was terrified of needles, had panic issues that gave her a problem staying continuously conscious, and a streak of paranoia. Well, they told her it was paranoia, but she still believed the mad scientist had been trying to poison her. The rest of the team seemed so self assured, qualified and capable of handling any threat that came their way, alien or human. Compared to them she was a mess, and she dreaded the day they realized it and sent her away.
How sad was it that she felt safer with the people that may or may not have tried to kill her than she did out on her own? Where would she go if not living in the volcano? The huge gaps in her memory seemed to cover up where she really fit in. They told her she belonged with her “wives” Nicky and Candy, but the thing was – she couldn’t remember how she ended up with them either. There were pictures of the three of them, some going back years. A few flashes of memory popped through occasionally, but sometimes she worried they were just having fun at her expense, and this was all an elaborate joke. Poke at the amnesiac’s brain and all that. After all who could forget not just one marriage, but two?! They couldn’t be that cruel though, could they?
She looked back at Hank who was following slowly, poking in the weeds with a stick. Who would have thought that a rocky romance of sorts with a barely legal clone of Jack Harkness would be one of the simplest things in her life? Simple until recently that is. Now she envied Shadow and Ivan for their blanket fort antics and the cookie making. Not that she was necessarily ready for all that, god even the thought made her blush. Who would have thought something so innocent sounding would actually be code for…
She shook her head clearing her thoughts. Her oddly quiet thoughts. Seemed she was rarely along in her own head these days.
She wondered what Hank was thinking just then. She could try to peek inside his head, but it seemed impolite. Especially with the privacy he was currently giving her. She hoped that he hadn’t managed to pick up on any of her fears. She’d been doing her best to bury them under countless layers of happy thoughts and fluffy bunnies. It made things like concentrating on basic tasks that much harder, and she worried that in all her attempts to keep up the appearance of normalcy she was going to miss the clue to fixing things. The stress of it was beginning to wear on her, and there was no one she could talk to about it. Not even her new friend Shadow, she refused to upset her that way. She was so happy with Ivan, and even seemed to be looking forward to the wedding now. If she had any clue…No. She wouldn’t even think about it. She needed to fix the problem, she had to. There was no other option.
But how was an untrained medic with next to no resources meant to save the clones?
ask_twnz. I’m calling it a fic, because I don’t really know what else to call it. Blame it on ask_theharkni, I figured if the clones are all thinking about themselves then maybe I should too.Patelyne smiled as she looked around them, the scenery here was beautiful. Maybe Hank was right, and they just needed some fresh air and time alone.
They meant to have a quick walk, but she’d learned her lesson about being prepared the last few weeks. In addition to enough food to feed an army, she’d also filled the bag with a first aid kit and flashlights and a couple blankets. Being prepared was hard work, and she’d really been hoping Hank would have offered to carry the backpack. She looked over at him and gave a few dramatic sighs while tugging at the straps. When he didn’t seem to take the hint she pulled the bag off and slung it over his arm. She wandered on ahead while he peeked inside at what she had packed.
She didn’t really get outside much. In the beginning it was because she was afraid she’d get lost and never be able to make her way back. That was one of the many problems with not knowing how exactly you ended up somewhere in the first place. Added to that was the fear they’d realize she didn’t belong and lock her out the moment she left.
She was amazed when Torchwood New Zealand first asked her to stay on as medic. After all, she didn’t have much to offer the team. Her training amounted to a working knowledge of Google and a couple medical books (one for children!) that she picked up after her first visit. She was terrified of needles, had panic issues that gave her a problem staying continuously conscious, and a streak of paranoia. Well, they told her it was paranoia, but she still believed the mad scientist had been trying to poison her. The rest of the team seemed so self assured, qualified and capable of handling any threat that came their way, alien or human. Compared to them she was a mess, and she dreaded the day they realized it and sent her away.
How sad was it that she felt safer with the people that may or may not have tried to kill her than she did out on her own? Where would she go if not living in the volcano? The huge gaps in her memory seemed to cover up where she really fit in. They told her she belonged with her “wives” Nicky and Candy, but the thing was – she couldn’t remember how she ended up with them either. There were pictures of the three of them, some going back years. A few flashes of memory popped through occasionally, but sometimes she worried they were just having fun at her expense, and this was all an elaborate joke. Poke at the amnesiac’s brain and all that. After all who could forget not just one marriage, but two?! They couldn’t be that cruel though, could they?
She looked back at Hank who was following slowly, poking in the weeds with a stick. Who would have thought that a rocky romance of sorts with a barely legal clone of Jack Harkness would be one of the simplest things in her life? Simple until recently that is. Now she envied Shadow and Ivan for their blanket fort antics and the cookie making. Not that she was necessarily ready for all that, god even the thought made her blush. Who would have thought something so innocent sounding would actually be code for…
She shook her head clearing her thoughts. Her oddly quiet thoughts. Seemed she was rarely along in her own head these days.
She wondered what Hank was thinking just then. She could try to peek inside his head, but it seemed impolite. Especially with the privacy he was currently giving her. She hoped that he hadn’t managed to pick up on any of her fears. She’d been doing her best to bury them under countless layers of happy thoughts and fluffy bunnies. It made things like concentrating on basic tasks that much harder, and she worried that in all her attempts to keep up the appearance of normalcy she was going to miss the clue to fixing things. The stress of it was beginning to wear on her, and there was no one she could talk to about it. Not even her new friend Shadow, she refused to upset her that way. She was so happy with Ivan, and even seemed to be looking forward to the wedding now. If she had any clue…No. She wouldn’t even think about it. She needed to fix the problem, she had to. There was no other option.
But how was an untrained medic with next to no resources meant to save the clones?
