(no subject)

[prettyknives]

Who: Clove, Connor and Carson. Triple C!
What: Clove being the loving "daughter" and the aftermath
When: backdated to some time before the 7th. Vague~
Where: Connor's room and other locations
Rating: PG-13 because stabbing and swearing is likely

Clove decided to hold onto the syringe she stole from Carson's room. She didn't know what was in it and didn't care. She knew she could use it somehow.

The whole family thing was still in her head. Maybe that's why she was at Connor's door. Or maybe it was something else. Either way she was here and knocking.

"Connor!" She called out his name. "It's Clove."

Comments

[atadiscoverer]

And Carson's just going to nudge Connor towards sitting down on the nearby bed as he reaches down and grabs the bottle of Scotch. Not that he'd recommend this for recuperating usually, it's just... This isn't usual.

"Aye, I've been working on an experimental gene therapy for months. Something to do to keep busy. I was never intending on using it, and kept my lab locked, making sure my research notes were written in Ancient and English." Remember his notepad? That was all research. "I used my own blood as samples to extract the gene, I even labelled the samples in Ancient so no-one'd be stupid enough to steal it. Guess I was bloody wrong..."

And there's a long pause here. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry."

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor lets Carson sit him down, still staring at the device beeping merrily away in his hand. With a look of disgust he tosses the accursed thing away, watching as it lands on the other bed. What. The fuck. Seriously. It could be worse, he could be dead, but still. It's unnatural. At least, unnatural for him. If he were meant to have this gene he would've been born with it not injected by some psychopathic teenager.

What the fuck is happening to his life, man?

He snatches the scotch bottle away, taking a long pull from it. Eventually he shakes his head, "Y'were doin' yer work. No one can fault y'fer that. Y'had no way've knowin' some crazy girl'd steal th'shite fer a laugh or whatever th'fuck she was doin'." He sighs, resting the bottle against his forehead, the cool glass helping him think. "That girl ain't right. Not in any sense've th'word."

"But... if yer lab was locked how th'fuck'd she get it?"

[atadiscoverer]

And Carson goes up and grabs the scanner from the bed, tucking it away into his pocket. He's protective over that item, it being the one link back to Atlantis that he has.

He looks over at Connor and sighs. "She must've forced the lock. It wasn't exactly the Tower of bloody London."

He moves and sits back down. "It wasn't necessary work. What the bloody hell do people need the ability to activate Lantean technology for in this place?" Another sigh, and he puts his face in his hands. "If I had just left well enough alone, this wouldn't have bloody happened."