MHA #6, Thursday Morning

[firstofitskind]

After whatever the hell had happened on the beach, Liam returned to the apartment feeling incredibly unsettled. He didn't understand what had happened or why, just that there was something going on with bad memories, and, well. Nightmares were honestly a pretty regular occurrence in the Price-Kincaid household, between the two of them.

Honestly, he'd even entertained the idea of just trying not to fall asleep at all. Except that hadn't worked, because even part-aliens who only needed a few hours of sleep a night still needed some sleep.

"You're right, Major. I do enjoy my job." Being held down by the energy field, twisting to see Sandoval's mocking expression before he pressed the button that sent bolts of electricity coursing through his body.

Staying still, so very still, as the needle approached the underside of his jaw. Listening to Zo'or as he spoke to Sandoval as if Liam himself were not even there. "Major Kincaid has been resourceful in the past, but he has also demonstrated discontent with me. I want him searching, but I want him on your tether." And then nothing but blackness as the CVI started to replicate within his brain.

Wrenching, tearing pain, pain so bad he could barely think. Hands holding him down as he screamed and fought to no avail. Another hand jamming a needle into his abdomen, extracting... something. He tried to remember why this mattered but all he could think about was how much it hurt.

Liam woke with a gasp, twisting away from the form cuddled close to his own, not really registering that it was Verity and not just another nightmare construct. He kicked at the blankets, desperate to get whatever was holding him down off, now now now.

[ooc: for the wife and SP!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"So you're suggesting I should be poisoning you under controlled circumstances, so we know in advance," Verity says thoughtfully. "Weird flex but okay."

[firstofitskind]

There was a slight tightening of his expression for just a fraction of a second before Liam rolled his eyes and shook his head at her.

“And you deny that you’re a giant nerd,” he said, moving over to get started on the coffee.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I am not a nerd," Verity sniffed. "May I remind you that Alex, Artie, and Sarah exist? They're your nerds. I'm a jock, thank you."

And Timmy was the disaffected loner. Together, they were most of the breakfast club.

[firstofitskind]

"Right, right," Liam nodded. "Because jocks are all about conducting experiments under 'controlled circumstances'."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Stop trying to pick a fight with me," Verity pouts. "With your name calling and undue accusations."

[firstofitskind]

Liam just snorted softly, because they were perfectly due accusations.

"Mm, what'll you give me in return for stopping?" he asked.

[arboreal_priestess]

HOW DARE!

"A completely unpoisoned cup of tea?" Verity suggested.

[firstofitskind]

"I love that generous spirit of yours," Liam said, and now that the coffee was brewing, came over to wrap his arms around Verity from behind, leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I'm a giver," Verity teased, settling against him and letting him take some of her weight. "And, if you think about it, it's a serious step up from a bucket of water over your head. You're welcome."

[firstofitskind]

"Thank you, my love," Liam said. And that wasn't for the promise of unpoisoned tea so much as it was that she'd been able to shock him out of that nightmare, unpleasantness of being cold and wet aside.