~Monday, June 19, 2006~

YarnKittymon: TY: ::hesitantly goes towards the house he heard was Christa's in the small down of Ash River, feeling very uncomfortable and apprehensive. He's afraid of how Clayton will be, and nearly as afraid that Dominick will strand him here, so he can't bother Becky anymore. But it's too late to turn back now, and he knocks on the door::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::a blonde young woman answers the door, and just about screams to see Toby, and nearly strangles him with a hug:: *Toby!*
YarnKittymon: TY: ::smiles weakly, hugging Christa; softly:: I told you I'd come back...::more soberly::...to see him...
YarnKittymon: CR: ::instantly turns sober and releases Toby, fiddling with the new ring on her finger:: He...asked about you once. Or it might...might have been a nightmare.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::nods, and puts his hands deep into his pants pockets; he didn't bother to change into jeans with the time change; softly:: I guess...I'll go see him then.
YarnKittymon: CR: ::nods, taking Toby upstairs, and slowly opening a door:: He's in here.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::looks inside the room, feeling sick before he even sees his friend::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he's sitting inside his room wearing a pair of jeans and an old shirt. His shoes have been thrown across the room leaving him in his socks. Theres a paint-by-numbers spread out before him and he doesn't bother to look up when the door opens. Instead he remains intently focussed on the task before him. After few seconds he stops pass, he turns the book to his right while tilting it up a little as if to show someone. He smiles, then goes into a long speal about how to do the paint-by-numbers, speaking in a way an adult would to a child::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::shudders to see how thin Clayton is, never mind the scars; he slowly approaches; softly:: Hey, Clayton? It's me. Toby.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he stops in mid sentence to tilt his head towards the voice. His eyes narrow as he peers up at the face that seams so familiar to him but that he cant quite place.::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::kneels next to his friend, looking into the vacant blue eyes; quietly:: I'm Toby. Remember? Back in...::hesitates to use the word "lab" in case it might set him off:: We're old friends.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::his eyes widen some and he glances around him quickly, taking in all the furniture around him and his Christa standing at the doorway; his voice is tight and weary:: Toby? ::he rolls the word around in his head some and is finally rewarded with an image of them escaping from the awful white coated people. He deems it a good thought and if he was able to he might even be smiling some at seeing his old friend::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::gingerly touches Clayton's shoulder; smiling encouragingly; softly, like he'd talk to someone sick in bed:: Yeah, buddy, it's me. How you feeling?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he shrugs, looking around the room. He nods his head in a jerky movement:: Good. Well okay I mean. Well, actually really good. I was teaching Sammy how to paint. ::he glances to the spot next to him:: You remember Toby dont you Sammy? Grown up a lot hasn't she? ::he glances over to Christa again::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::nods shakily, though there's some tears in her eyes::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::it dawns on him just who Clayton thinks he's talking to; softly:: I...I always thought you'd make a great dad, Clayton.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::the corners of his mouth twitch a little but the off expression remains:: Yeah, its a great feeling. Sam really likes it here. Its better than that dark dreary place she was born in. I liked living there since you were around but its much brighter here. And a little friendlier. I dont know why because it was always nice having you there. This place is just nicer. Still have a few friends around from the dark place but havent seen you in a while.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::shudders slightly, but doesn't dare look back at Christa:: You're...free, you know. That's the difference...
Maeve Owens: CY: Free? Why wouldnt we be free? Sometimes we couldn't get Christa some olives but then you were always there to do that but thats the only thing I remember us not be free to do. Did I ever thank you for that? Sam likes olives too. She's just like her mother. Have you found yourself a family yet? Always thought you would.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::almost wants to remind Clayton about what things were really like in the lab, but that wouldn't make him any happier; quietly:: I don't...don't think so. At this rate I'm not ever gonna have a family, I guess. I'm glad you have Christa, though.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::the sides of his mouth twitch again and he looks over at his Christa again, then down to the spot on the floor where his daughter sat. He sighs, not wanting to think about anything else but this moment, sitting here with the people he cares the most for.::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::suddenly hugs Clayton, just thinking how glad he is to see him alive, though he doesn't say so for fear of upsetting him::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he returns the hug but his arms remain quite loose around Toby and if read closely they might think he was confused as to what was going on and who was holding him::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::lets go of Clayton and draws back; very softly:: Has Christa taken you to see a doctor?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::his eyes widen and the fairytale image he had of him, Toby and Christa living in a dark apartment complex vanished, replaced by men in white coats and he tries to shove Toby away from him with all the force his thin arms can manage. He looks to the spot beside him and when he sees his daughter vanished he makes a strangled cry and backpedals into the nearest corner all the while chanting Christa's name::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::puts his hand on his chest where Clayton shoved him; it stings from the electricity in Clayton's hands::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::runs into the room, cautiously approaching Clayton, afraid to touch him:: It's all right, honey, I'm here. I'm here. It's OK.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::his breathing calms a touch but theres still a wild look to his face:: N...oo.. no doctors. Never. ::his head shakes violently back and forth::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::very cautiously touches Clayton's gray hair, focusing hard on him and only him, in the hopes that if he shocks her, she'll just transfer it back to Clayton, who it can't hurt; softly:: There's no doctors here, honey, I promise. You're safe.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::just watches them, breathing a little hard in fear::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he leans into her touch, his body relaxing somewhat::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::embraces her husband, glancing back at Toby; softly:: I should've warned you...
YarnKittymon: TY: ::nods silently::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he returns the embrace, practically anchoring Christa to him::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::leans her face against Clayton, a tear moving from her eye onto his cheek; softly:: Are you OK now?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he gently cups her face with his hand, rubbing his thumb across her cheek while his eyes stare into her brown ones. He doesn't utter a sound, just looks at the treasured face before him::
YarnKittymon: CR: We're safe now, Clayton, I promise you. No one's here to hurt you.
Maeve Owens: CY: No ones going to hurt you either? Cause I'll kill them if they even come close to you. ::his eyes dart towards the empty doorway::
YarnKittymon: CR: We're safe now. Promise. No one will ever come to hurt us.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he nods, stroking her cheek once more before dropping his hands. His look turns neutral and he stares at the paint-by-numbers book laying a few feet away::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::smiles with a rather tired look on her face, and picks up the book for Clayton, handing it to him:: You want to paint, right?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he takes the book from her but doesn't move to do anything else with it::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::softly:: You need some time to yourself, sweetie?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he continues to stare at the book::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::puts her arms around Clayton from behind him, tears in her eyes again::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::his head drops down to look at the arms clasped around him and one hand comes up to sloppily graze over her little fingers, some part of him in awe of how small they were compared to his own. A second later he pulls at her arm and tries to bring it down to touch the book in front of him:: paint
YarnKittymon: CR: ::smiles a little, touching the book with the tips of her fingers:: I'm not good at painting, honey, you know that.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::the corners of his mouth twitch downwards a little but as if another thought occurs to him, he glances over to Toby; insistantly:: Paint.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::picks up the paints from the table they were resting on and goes over to sit across from Clayton, handing them to him::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he takes one and then flips the page of the book until he finds two empty pages. He turns the book to where Toby can reach one of the pictures while he gets to work on his::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::finds himself looking at an upside-down peacock, but he picks up a brush and starts in, not wanting to upset his friend::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he works silently on his tiger, glancing over now and then to see if Toby is painting or not. He looks pretty content to have a friend sharing one of his favorite past times::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::there's not much green paint left for the feathers, so Toby makes some more in the slot; softly, hoping not to say another forbidden word:: I know a giant cat at home.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he stops painting, glancing over at Toby, he points down at his picture:: A Tiger?
YarnKittymon: TY: Not quite. Just a giant kitten. But he's lots of fun, and he's about as big as a tiger.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he nods, dipping his brush in orange paint:: Wow. Does he play with his claws out? Sounds like it could hurt...
YarnKittymon: TY: ::smiles weakly:: Only if he's mad at you. He's a good fella.
Maeve Owens: CY: Does he get mad at you a lot?
YarnKittymon: TY: ::shrugs:: Sometimes. My girl...::sighs::...this girl I used to go out with...she's like the cat's mom, or owner, or something. If I upset her, he gets mad.
Maeve Owens: CY: Wow. pretty good attack cat. ::makes a meowing noise then as if it amused him, he grunts::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::sighs, painting outside the lines; he uses his power to erase the misplaced paint, and then tries to keep Clayton interested in idle conversation until he's done with the picture::
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he catches Toby erasing the paint and he takes a swipe at his hand with the paintbrush:: Thats cheating.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::quietly:: Sorry. ::is about to use his powers to get rid of the paint on his hand, now, but stops himself in time:: I guess you never make mistakes.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he shrugs, stopping for a moment to look at his painting. Theres several spots where his paintbrush has crossed the line and he points to each one. Then he carefully flips his side back to the beginning of the book where he shows Toby another picture, one where you cant even discern what it was suppose to be. He shrugs again and closes it, resuming his painting:: no ones perfect. especially since... ::his brows knit together as he forces the memories away, instead pressing down harder with his paintbrush and paying extra careful attention to not go over the lines::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::smiles weakly:: Nah, but I can fix it for you, if you want.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::simply:: that would hurt.
YarnKittymon: TY: I know, but you'd look... It's up to you. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::quietly:: Do you think Christa minds?
YarnKittymon: TY: She always said she didn't, before. You told me she didn't...::slowly::...when it was just your face.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he nods again, still painting:: Sometimes I'm afraid she'll get sick of looking at me. ::he lifts the paintbrush to his arm and paints one ugly scar an orange color:: or dealing with me. She gets sad a lot and I dont know how to make her happier.
YarnKittymon: TY: She just...::sighs softly:: She loves you so much, and she always will, no matter what.
Maeve Owens: CY: ::the paintbrush pauses in mid air over another scar as he considers Toby's words. He moves the paintbrush back to the book::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::sighs again, finishing the picture; he stands:: I...have to get going...but I'll see you again, Clayton, OK?
Maeve Owens: CY: ::he glances at the picture Toby made, satisfied that he was done with it, he nods his head:: Thanks for painting. You'll come back again soon? We can play go fish. Sam is really good at go fish.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::cringes:: Yeah. I'll be back soon. Maybe today. OK? ::heading towards the door::
Maeve Owens: CY: Okay.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::leaves the room and hurries down the stairs, looking dazed; he sits down in an armchair in the living room, trembling::
YarnKittymon: CR: ::comes down to sit across from Toby a few minutes later, not saying anything::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::looks up at Christa; softly:: So that's...how he is...
YarnKittymon: CR: ::nods, tears in her eyes:: I'm so...so happy he's alive...
YarnKittymon: TY: ::softly:: Is there anyone...who can...you know...heal him?
YarnKittymon: CR: ::shakes her head; softly:: I don't...don't think so...the doctors don't know of anyone...
YarnKittymon: TY: I'd...I'd ride around the whole island if I thought someone *could.*
YarnKittymon: CR: You can't stay here long enough, Toby, can you? ::suddenly smiles hopefully:: Unless you want to stay for good?
YarnKittymon: TY: ::looks down; quietly:: You know I can't do that, Christa.
YarnKittymon: CR: ::frowns:: Why *not*? If Becky doesn't love you anymore--what else do you have?
YarnKittymon: TY: ::slowly:: Isaac and the kids for one...::eyes widen:: I don't...don't *think* Isaac could help him...but maybe...
YarnKittymon: CR: ::eyes widen as she hopes against hope:: He's a healer, right?
YarnKittymon: TY: ::quickly:: There's got to be healers on the island now. Maybe even...if Isaac had kids...or grandkids, I guess it would be...
YarnKittymon: CR: ::quickly:: I can't check that, Toby, you know that.
YarnKittymon: TY: ::sighs:: Well, I wouldn't count on Dominick taking Clayton back in time out of the kindness of his heart...I'll consider myself lucky if he takes me back to 1932 in the first place.
YarnKittymon: CR: ::nods; softly:: But you're right...maybe a healer...I'm sure Clayton's friends will be happy to go searching...
YarnKittymon: TY: ::weakly:: Just don't tell him it's a doctor, right?
YarnKittymon: CR: ::looks near tears again, and covers her face with her hands::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::softly:: But he's...better than he was, right?
YarnKittymon: CR: ::is crying; doesn't answer::
YarnKittymon: TY: ::sighs:: You'll find someone...or some medicine...or *something.* There has to be a way.
YarnKittymon: CR: ::looks up at Toby, wiping her eyes:: Do you...really think so?
YarnKittymon: TY: ::softly:: I *know* so. If...if you don't have it figured out...once the divorce goes through, I'll...see if I can come back for a little while and help. I can't...I shouldn't be away from home much longer now...::suddenly laughs weakly:: And if the divorce *doesn't* go through, maybe I'll be back here anyway. Lu's probably dead *now* so I'd be free again, right?
YarnKittymon: CR: ::looks rather horrified:: Toby! How can you even say that? It's bad enough you married her! Bad enough you *had* to marry her!
YarnKittymon: TY: ::looks rather upset, and stands up:: I know. I'm tired of hearing how awful I am, OK? ::walks to the door:: I'll come back tonight to say goodbye to Clayton, OK?
YarnKittymon: CR: ::wipes her eyes again; softly:: You're not...Toby, I'm sorry...
YarnKittymon: TY: ::shakes his head, and walks out without another word::

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