BNG, lunchtime quicky

[joegoda]

"You want to do wot?" Suzy cried out. "Oh, 'ell no. That is just not going to 'appen!"

Grizelda looked up with a start, and asked "What? What's going on?"

Suzy looked cross and replied "Oh, your cheeky friend thought he'd just take over my body and tell you the story with my mouth. It ain't going to happen, pure and simple. Once you 'ave a spook take you over, then you don't know what they're gonner 'ave you do. Cluck like a chicken, bark like a dog, or worse. So, that's a not done thing with me, Mr. Spook. You just get it out of your head."

Grizelda looked on as an apparent argument was going on. She looked down at Pockets' body and just shook her head. "You have just got to learn some manners, Pockets. You can't go moving into someone else's house while they still live there"

"Ain't that the truth!" agreed Suzy. Bruce had come in to see what the shouting was all about. He was smoking a long stemmed clay pipe, and the smoke smelled a bit of ... well, it smelled of whiskey. Grizelda mentioned it.

"It's better that way, Missus." He explained. "Makes the 'bacco smoother tasting, don't you see?" He nodded to Pockets. "'He was done a might fair wrong, I can see that. I hope we catch the buggers that did it to 'im"

"You know," said Grizelda, "if we delay much longer, Harv will be back, and he's going to find out his mother died, anyway."

Suzy was still locked into argument with her spook. "Try it if you want, friend. No skin off'n my nose. You just won't be using my body, and that's what matters to me. I'll warn you, though, you won't be likin' it all that much." She looked down at Pocket's body. "Nope, I don't ken you'll be likin' it much at all."

Grizelda asked what was going on. Suzy explained, "'e want's to join his body again. It don't matter much to me, but it's gonner hurt like a sonuvabitch. 'e says 'e don't care, it would be faster than talkin' through me."

Grizelda nodded, and asked. "How's he going to do that? Just jump in like an old suit?"

Suzy looked at Grizelda and smiled. "Nothing that simple, Griz dear. See, he was near death when 'e left, so the 'tachment was very slim anyway. In the past few hours, 'is body's come back from the brink of the shadows, so the door is kinda shut to him, sos to speak. You're actin' as the conduit, which is why you weren't ever supposed to let go." She walked over to Grizelda and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"See, there's gotta be a loved one to act as conduit. The bond has to be strong enough that the body reacts from ... I guess you'd call it memory. It's more receptive to a loved one's touch than to the spirit that used to inhabit it. Go figger, but that's the way it works. Maybe once the spirit has left, it's really supposed to go back." She shrugged. "I dunno. It might feel like a tingle, just so's you know."

"Um." Grizelda said, uncertaintly, "Okay."

Grizelda felt a tingle, for sure, starting at a spot just above her eyebrows, at the crown of her head. It traveled down her cheek and to her left arm. From there it moved down to the hand that was holding Pocket's hand. Then it left her completely.

The body gave a jerk, drew in a great breath and screamed. "I told you that you wouldn't like it much", said Suzy.

"Griz, Griz, Griz!" said Pockets, voice loud and in pain.

"Yes, baby. I'm here. I'm here. I know it hurts." She squeezed his hand harder, and tears started to leak from her anew.

"Oh, Griz! It hurts like a million bagillion fires!" Pockets started to cry, himself. "Don't tell anyone I cried, okay?"

"Okay, I won't." promised Grizelda. "You try to sleep, some, all right." She looked at Suzy. "Do you have something to help him sleep, something to remove the pain?"

Suzy thought a bit, then rummaged through the stores that the healer left. She came up with something in a violet colored flask. "I think this'll do it. It'll knock him out, quick like, if it's what I think it is. If not, then it won't matter much."

"Why is that?" asked Grizelda.

"Cuz it'll kill him." Suzy replied as she tipped a bit into Pockets' mouth.

After a very short while, Pockets ragged breath smoothed, and his tortured brow unravelled. His eyes opened and he looked up at Grizelda.

"Thanks, Griz. I feel much better. I think I'll sleep now." he said in a more normal tone. The pain was still there, but she could tell it was farther away now.

"Good, honey. You sleep. You'll feel much better when you wake." She said to him.

"Don't leave me yet, Okay?"

"I won't. I'll be right here."

"Good." he closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Griz?"

"Yes, honey?"

"What happend to my toe?" he asked, before sleep took him and his snores began.

Comments

[capi.livejournal.com]

*having a hard time breathing*

*whew*

I doubt i'll be able to stay up til the next installment, but sleeping will be difficult leaving Pockets hurting like that (even tho' you didn't LEAVE him hurting like that).....

*wonders about the toe* Thank you for doing this one in the middle of your work-day just for us addicts out here. *grin*

[abbynormalcy.livejournal.com]

Thank you for doing this one in the middle of your work-day just for us addicts out here. *grin*

I second that statement, and that grin! :)

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

And they'll pay for that toe!!!

[capi.livejournal.com]

YAR!!!!!!

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

:Ahem:

Shouldn't you be resting, m'dear?

...glad you had some a wonderful evening though...

[capi.livejournal.com]

*chuckle*

You should see the position i am in, here at the computer. I'm resting!

I'm trying to stay awake until JT calls for his ride home.....

After that, do NOT get between me and m'bed! *L*

[capi.livejournal.com]

PS: i love you, too. *grin*

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

*grin* Alrighty, you're off the hook for tonight, my dear!

....still waiting for the gang to get here to take off for the weekend...

[capi.livejournal.com]

Oh girlfriend! I wanted SO BADLY to go to the game with him tonight! All that work he's been pouring out for Flag.... TONIGHT they were finally going to DO their routine for the very first time in public.

OH how i wanted to go....

SEE how hard it is to be good?

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

Aw, sweetie! I understand, I do. And so does he.

{{huggles}}

[capi.livejournal.com]

Hey! I wonder if those Bose headphones would buffer out the noise enuf for me to be able to withstand the noise in there? THAT is the main reason i cannot attend, dontchaknow. I wonder!

OOoOoooooo, thank you for making me think of that! *L*

((((( squish ))))))

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

Ooooh! Yes, honey, I'll bet they would.

You know, Wal-Mart also has industrial grade ear-plugs in the contact lens solutions/vitamins aisle (which I know because someone snores!) and they're very inexpensive.

[capi.livejournal.com]

*heh* I have some. *LOL* For the same reason. But they do not seem to protect me from sound onslaught. Possibly because the sound waves hit more than our ears.

Even so, it's worth giving it a go. Tonight is the last *scheduled* game, but it looks like there may be a few play-off games.

*crosses fingers* More motivation to rest now, eh? *grin*

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

Absolutely! I hope it works for you, honey.

(and apologies to Chet for highjacking his post...)

*giggle* Even though I know he won't mind. I can see him smiling and shaking his head at us!