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Date Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2005, 1:13am PST
Author: Niko
Subject: How could this happen on my watch?
In reply to: Niko 's message, "(He was humming a song that had been on the radio on the way to the hospital even when they had been settled into a consultation room. The nurse had come in and taken Skye's weight, blood preasure, temp and other readings and then left the two of them to wait for the doctor. He had started to get bored and that damn song was stuck in his head, so after a few seconds silence.. he started humming. He looked the picture of calm and cool, in faded jeans and a black wool sweater, his hair a few weeks past due for a trim and a few days worth of growth shadowing his face. He tapped his left hand on his knee as he hummed, getting into the song, his eyes wandering the room and the many instruments and diagrams.)" on Tue, Dec 20 2005, 9:03pm PST

(He had sunken down into one of the waiting chairs during the oration, his eyes dazed and fixed straight ahead on the corner of the examination bed. His Skye had been tortured.. not just raped, not just violated or even abused.. but tortured. He felt his lungs burn with rising bile and thought he might throw up.. but he was able to take deep breaths through it.. he felt wrong for having pushed her into a relationship now, knowing what she was going through.. he felt like he could never make it up to her. If he had stayed by her side on the force this never would have happened.. she woudl never have married Jag.. never have left him.. never have been hurt in a way that was so inhumane is made him sick to think about it. He lowered his head to his hands and let the words move through his head, but they all made him dizzy and squeamish, so he finally rose to his feet and asked the doctor for privacy, locking the small room behind him and climbing up onto the bed with her, pulling her back agsint his chest, his legs on either side of her, cradling her near his heart.) Forgive me, Skye. (He murmured as she dozed, leaning his head against her neck and sighing. He was a failure.. )

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She didn't move for a few long minutes, it was about twenty five before she opened her eyes, her brow furrowed. She had a pounding headache and was a little confused as to where she was when she looked around. She felt the strong reassurance of Niko behind her though, so she moved back a little closer to him, her brow furrowed. "..Damn...my head is killing me." She stated absently, running a hand down her face. Her mind had blocked out what had just happened for the moment, unwilling to deal with the memories again. She ran her hand down his arm, frowning when she felt how tense he was. Her thoughts ran trying to recall what had happened, why she had fallen asleep here, why he was so tense....it was like a bad dream that was evading her. (NT) -- Skye, Wed, Dec 21 2005, 1:03pm PST