Morning in Blythe's hotel room
Sep. 13th, 2006 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
di_carlisle*wakes up in Blythe's hotel room after a long comatose night*
*rolls over in bed to spoon*
*reaches out groggily to find empty space, cold pillow*
*sleepy* ...Blythe love? Are you up already? *half-smile* I must have been completely out, I didn't hear you come to bed.
*rolls over on back, arm flung over eyes, still half-asleep*
*pause*
Blythe? You're not working already, are you? You work too hard.
*cajoling* Come back to bed, eh love? I think I need another consultation with the doctor. *grins at memory*
And could you bring some of those pills? My wrist's hurting like a bastard....And my head. Ow.
*silence*
*notices the sound of water running in the bathroom*
...Blythe?
*uneasily gets up, noticing Blythe's shirt and shoes on the floor, wallet and keys on the nightstand, and his coat in the closet*
*goes into bathroom and shuts off the tap*
*notices toothbrush, still covered with toothpaste, on the floor and picks it up*
*unnerved* Blythe? Where are you?
*stumbles over to drawer where Blythe put medication, swallows a dose*
*eye falls on crumpled-up flyer in bin*
*dives for it and reads, stomach plummeting*
*slowly increasing panic* Oh, god no. No, no, no. BLYTHE?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
*scours the room for a note, finds nothing*
*calls the hotel desk and the station, who haven't seen Blythe*
*curls up in fetal position, rocking, with pounding headache, cradling injured wrist* Oh god, no, it can't be. It's got to be something else. It can't be, not again. Please.
*desperately, near tears* BLYTHE!!!
...Oh FUCK.
*rolls over in bed to spoon*
*reaches out groggily to find empty space, cold pillow*
*sleepy* ...Blythe love? Are you up already? *half-smile* I must have been completely out, I didn't hear you come to bed.
*rolls over on back, arm flung over eyes, still half-asleep*
*pause*
Blythe? You're not working already, are you? You work too hard.
*cajoling* Come back to bed, eh love? I think I need another consultation with the doctor. *grins at memory*
And could you bring some of those pills? My wrist's hurting like a bastard....And my head. Ow.
*silence*
*notices the sound of water running in the bathroom*
...Blythe?
*uneasily gets up, noticing Blythe's shirt and shoes on the floor, wallet and keys on the nightstand, and his coat in the closet*
*goes into bathroom and shuts off the tap*
*notices toothbrush, still covered with toothpaste, on the floor and picks it up*
*unnerved* Blythe? Where are you?
*stumbles over to drawer where Blythe put medication, swallows a dose*
*eye falls on crumpled-up flyer in bin*
*dives for it and reads, stomach plummeting*
*slowly increasing panic* Oh, god no. No, no, no. BLYTHE?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
*scours the room for a note, finds nothing*
*calls the hotel desk and the station, who haven't seen Blythe*
*curls up in fetal position, rocking, with pounding headache, cradling injured wrist* Oh god, no, it can't be. It's got to be something else. It can't be, not again. Please.
*desperately, near tears* BLYTHE!!!
...Oh FUCK.
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:35 pm (UTC)*hears you shouting for blythe*
*knocks on door, unsettled*
...peter? peter, is something wrong?
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:38 pm (UTC)Q! You haven't seen Blythe anywhere, have you?
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:40 pm (UTC)no, i haven't seen him since...well, since you two staggered in here last night. what's the matter, did something happen?
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:47 pm (UTC)*hands you flyer*
He's gone. And he left half his clothes, his wallet and his shoes. The water was running and his toothbrush was half-used on the floor.
*covers face, rubs eyes* It can't be. There MUST be somewhere else he could be. Fuck!
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:54 pm (UTC)but...why would they want to take him, though? he's not the last of anything, is he? well, maybe the last of his family line or something, but that must be true for billions of people. why him?
*tosses flyer back in bin and kneels down by your chair, taking both your hands in mine*
peter, listen. if they have taken him, we'll get him back. you guys got the doctor back, right? we can get him back too.
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Date: 2006-09-13 07:10 pm (UTC)I don't know why he'd take Blythe. It might've been Block, I suppose, but he would've been seen, surely. And even then, it still would've been my fault. I'm the one who let him go again.
But it was only last night I was telling Blythe how afraid I'd been that he'd be taken somehow, to get at me. And now he's gone.
God, it's like a nightmare. *wipes eyes again*
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Date: 2006-09-13 07:40 pm (UTC)peter, look at me. don't you dare blame yourself for this. blythe thinks the world of you...if only you could see the look in his eyes when he sees you drop your case notes, or wipe your hands on your trousers, or spend twenty minutes digging in your pockets for something...you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, and don't you ever forget it.
*bites lip, thinks*
it doesn't quite sound like block's style somehow, leaving all that evidence behind with the toothbrush and everything. unless he wanted to frame someone at the circus, maybe. and if the clowns have got blythe...well, then they obviously wanted you to know they've got him. so they must need him for something, and that means they can't afford to do anything bad to him. right?
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Date: 2006-09-13 07:50 pm (UTC)I thought I had left all that spooky shit behind me. I can't describe how that place and that bloody clown made me feel. I couldn't fight him, in my mind, or physically. I was completely useless. How on earth am I going to I get Blythe back?
As for Block's style, he's gone a bit round the twist...I wouldn't put anything past him.
I know how Blythe feels about me. I feel the same way. That just makes it worse.
...I hope they won't hurt him. I hope you're right.
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Date: 2006-09-13 08:49 pm (UTC)you're going to get blythe back with our help. lots of it. we'll go to miss gate's house here in a bit and try to work out a plan. okay?
and i know it hurts right now, but i think the way you feel about blythe is your biggest strength. love gives you power.
*hugs you supportively and looks around the room*
no sign of a struggle, then, apart from the toothbrush. that's probably good.
*thinks*
from what i've been told, that clown seems to go after people one at a time. maybe he won't be so good if there's more than one person he has to terrorize at once? a group might spread him too thin, maybe.
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Date: 2006-09-13 09:06 pm (UTC)*deep exhale*
Oh, we'll get him back all right. Just because that place frightens the piss out of me doesn't mean I'm not going to try.
That's a good idea about a group
although, insane, as far as the LJ threading goes. We'll see if the others have any ideas as well.*sudden wry grin* I suppose I should put some clothes on then, eh?
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Date: 2006-09-13 09:27 pm (UTC)*gives you an affectionate kiss on the top of the head and pats you, getting up to let you get dressed*
...unless you're planning on blinding the clowns with the glare. i see you've been very good about using your sunblock.
*looks around the room for clues while you're getting your clothes on*
...you need any help there, or have you got it? *indicates your injured wrist*
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Date: 2006-09-13 10:05 pm (UTC)I'm fine, thanks. I'm on some pretty nice drugs right now. *dresses quickly, only wincing once or twice*
*picks up Blythe's wallet with a lost expression on his face*
*tightens lips and pockets it and the keys*
Right. Miss Gate's was it? I trust you know the way. I'll phone the station on my way out.
*raids minibar and slips a few tiny bottles of Scotch into pockets as well*