Cabin Fever [Open to Wash's friends]

[unrecovered]

[Wash sat on his bed, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded, staring at the wall. There was exactly one book in the room, and he'd finished it yesterday. No point in rereading it - not when he could remember the whole thing down to the goddamn word if he wanted to. The network was fairly quiet. There was no TV or radio in here. He was bored out of his goddamn mind and had been for - he checked the clock - the past two hours, at least.]

[Bed rest was bullshit.]

[Bones had insisted, and when Wash had insisted he was well enough to at least walk around the damn apartment, Bones had lifted him straight off the floor with his magic and hauled him back down the hall. There was no arguing with that.]

[Well, no, there was plenty of arguing with that. There was just no winning.]

[So he was stuck in his room, rapidly running out of distractions and reduced to staring at the wall. Great. Just great.]

Comments

[raisethemoon]

...my apologies.

[She hadn't meant to, but, well. The magic learners she's accustomed to ARE children.]

Did I tell you that I found my own magic?

[unrecovered]

It's okay.

[It's Luna. It happens.]

You didn't. What do you have?

[raisethemoon]

Water.

[Luna doesn't sound entirely thrilled with this.] I am accustomed to controlling the tides, but not so...directly.

[unrecovered]

[Sounds like everyone's thrilled with the arrangement.]

So we're both out of our element.

[He shrugs] We could train together.

[raisethemoon]

We ought! Those elements could work well together!