((Follows on from Escape From New York. Contains reference to adult situations.))
There are few things anyone dreads more than the sight of an ambulance outside their home as they return from being away. Having been allowed back to work, Vicki's hours had settled to their familiar routine of nine to three at the theater, and thanks to that enlightening experience of being literally in Jon's shoes toward the latter end of her pregnancy, she'd been making more of an effort to present herself properly when she left the house. This, however, backfired on her as she drew up the big house, her eyes worriedly on the ambulance that stood out the front. It was virtually impossible to move at speed in heels over gravel without tipping herself onto her face, forcing her to take her time in getting to the steps.
Tense concern gripped her heart as she pushed into the house - was Humph all right' Or was the ambulance for Emily' Jon' She didn't bother calling to anyone as she entered, running up the stairs to burst into the rooms she shared with Jon, hurrying over to where Emily was still in the midst of her afternoon nap. "Oh, thank God," Vicki murmured to herself in relief, stroking her fingertip down Emily's cheek before turning away. Where was everyone else?
Vicki's question would be answered soon enough as Cosmo bounded his way up the stairs to greet his mistress with a single bark and the wag of a tail. Whatever was going on, Emily had slept through it all, even the bark from Cosmo, who had returned from his adventure in the basement at last to check on his puppy and greet his mistress' on her return home.
Hearing the familiar scrabble of paws on wood before the bark made itself known, Vicki felt herself smiling as she turned to crouch down and greet the over-enthusiastic bundle of fluff that was their dog. "Fancy seeing you here, Cosmopolitan," she chuckled, scritching beneath the dog's ears fondly. "Where is everyone, hmm' The baby's alive and well, and judging by how excitable you are, I shouldn't think Humph or Jon are getting in that ambulance." She leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against the top of Cosmo's head fondly. "What did I miss, fluffball?"
The dog had learned this was one human who didn't appreciate getting slobbered on, and yet, he couldn't help but show his affection for her by licking her cheek. Of course, she could ask all she wanted, but Cosmo had no way of communicating with her what had happened, unless he could convince her to follow him downstairs to the basement. He barked once more, as if to tell her to follow, and wiggled out of her grasp to turn back for the stairs in search of his master.
Predictably enough, Vicki grimaced as Cosmo licked her, giving him a gentle shove away with a stern, "No," to reiterate her no licking rule. The bark made her roll her eyes at him as she stood up, glancing into the crib to check on Emily just once more before she followed him out of the room. "You know, you'd think that being in Rhy'Din, you would have learned how to talk by now," she commented to the Collie's rear end as she followed him down the stairs, frowning at the sight of an unfamiliar man being carried from the house on a stretcher, an equally unfamiliar woman hurrying along after him. "What the hell has been going on?"
Cosmo led his mistress through the big house until they reached the stairs that led to the basement, where he waited a moment for her to catch up before continuing on, scrambling down those stairs to find his master, past the safe room where Jon and Vicki had ended up at least once when emergency had called for a hasty escape, down the hall to the washroom, canine instincts leading the way to his master.
Humphrey was audible in his study as they passed through the foyer, making Vicki wince with sympathy for whoever he was chewing out. Though he'd never gone to town on her, she'd heard a few horror stories about the Old Man's temper. Still, she was following a dog, so who was she to talk" At the bottom of the stairs, she didn't even glance at the safe room, not particularly wanting to revisit those memories, and hurried to quicken her step, catching on to where Cosmo was leading her. "Jon' Jon, are you there?"
A little lost in his own thoughts, the sound of running water drowning out Vicki's voice, Jon didn't hear her calling him as he scrubbed the blood from his hands and shirt. He wasn't really sure why he was bothering with the shirt, when he had so many to take its place. It just seemed like the thing to do, for some reason. The towels lay in a pile, the water in the sink running red with the wounded man's blood. Now that the excitement was over, he had turned thoughtful and worried, hoping Des' friend would be okay and that the danger was over.
He might have missed Vicki calling to him, but there was no way in hell he was going to miss her exclamation as she walked in behind him. Her eyes went straight to the blood, and her mind went straight to the worst conclusion. "Jon, what the hell happened?" Vicki burst out, lurching hurriedly from the doorway to take hold of his arm, pulling him around to search his skin for any injury. "Are you all right, what happened?"
Thankfully, by the time she found him, he had scrubbed most of the blood from his hands, though the water in the sink was a sickly shade of pink. It looked a lot worse than it was, at least as far as Jon was concerned. "Vicki, I'm fine," he was quick to reassure her. "It's not my blood," he explained, knowing how things must look. For all the blood on the towels and in the sink, there wasn't a mark on him. "Is Emily okay' I shouldn't have left her alone up there." There was a worried look on his face, though there were plenty of other people in the house who would look in on the baby is she started to fuss.
"She's fine, I've just been up to check on her." His wife frowned at him, not happy with how quick he was to dismiss the fact that he was covered in blood. "You need to answer my question, Jon. Our daughter is still asleep upstairs, Humphrey is snapping at someone in his study - you are down here, covered in blood, and don't give me that "I'm fine" crap. You're obviously not fine, or you wouldn't be within ten feet of the panic room!"
There are few things anyone dreads more than the sight of an ambulance outside their home as they return from being away. Having been allowed back to work, Vicki's hours had settled to their familiar routine of nine to three at the theater, and thanks to that enlightening experience of being literally in Jon's shoes toward the latter end of her pregnancy, she'd been making more of an effort to present herself properly when she left the house. This, however, backfired on her as she drew up the big house, her eyes worriedly on the ambulance that stood out the front. It was virtually impossible to move at speed in heels over gravel without tipping herself onto her face, forcing her to take her time in getting to the steps.
Tense concern gripped her heart as she pushed into the house - was Humph all right' Or was the ambulance for Emily' Jon' She didn't bother calling to anyone as she entered, running up the stairs to burst into the rooms she shared with Jon, hurrying over to where Emily was still in the midst of her afternoon nap. "Oh, thank God," Vicki murmured to herself in relief, stroking her fingertip down Emily's cheek before turning away. Where was everyone else?
Vicki's question would be answered soon enough as Cosmo bounded his way up the stairs to greet his mistress with a single bark and the wag of a tail. Whatever was going on, Emily had slept through it all, even the bark from Cosmo, who had returned from his adventure in the basement at last to check on his puppy and greet his mistress' on her return home.
Hearing the familiar scrabble of paws on wood before the bark made itself known, Vicki felt herself smiling as she turned to crouch down and greet the over-enthusiastic bundle of fluff that was their dog. "Fancy seeing you here, Cosmopolitan," she chuckled, scritching beneath the dog's ears fondly. "Where is everyone, hmm' The baby's alive and well, and judging by how excitable you are, I shouldn't think Humph or Jon are getting in that ambulance." She leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against the top of Cosmo's head fondly. "What did I miss, fluffball?"
The dog had learned this was one human who didn't appreciate getting slobbered on, and yet, he couldn't help but show his affection for her by licking her cheek. Of course, she could ask all she wanted, but Cosmo had no way of communicating with her what had happened, unless he could convince her to follow him downstairs to the basement. He barked once more, as if to tell her to follow, and wiggled out of her grasp to turn back for the stairs in search of his master.
Predictably enough, Vicki grimaced as Cosmo licked her, giving him a gentle shove away with a stern, "No," to reiterate her no licking rule. The bark made her roll her eyes at him as she stood up, glancing into the crib to check on Emily just once more before she followed him out of the room. "You know, you'd think that being in Rhy'Din, you would have learned how to talk by now," she commented to the Collie's rear end as she followed him down the stairs, frowning at the sight of an unfamiliar man being carried from the house on a stretcher, an equally unfamiliar woman hurrying along after him. "What the hell has been going on?"
Cosmo led his mistress through the big house until they reached the stairs that led to the basement, where he waited a moment for her to catch up before continuing on, scrambling down those stairs to find his master, past the safe room where Jon and Vicki had ended up at least once when emergency had called for a hasty escape, down the hall to the washroom, canine instincts leading the way to his master.
Humphrey was audible in his study as they passed through the foyer, making Vicki wince with sympathy for whoever he was chewing out. Though he'd never gone to town on her, she'd heard a few horror stories about the Old Man's temper. Still, she was following a dog, so who was she to talk" At the bottom of the stairs, she didn't even glance at the safe room, not particularly wanting to revisit those memories, and hurried to quicken her step, catching on to where Cosmo was leading her. "Jon' Jon, are you there?"
A little lost in his own thoughts, the sound of running water drowning out Vicki's voice, Jon didn't hear her calling him as he scrubbed the blood from his hands and shirt. He wasn't really sure why he was bothering with the shirt, when he had so many to take its place. It just seemed like the thing to do, for some reason. The towels lay in a pile, the water in the sink running red with the wounded man's blood. Now that the excitement was over, he had turned thoughtful and worried, hoping Des' friend would be okay and that the danger was over.
He might have missed Vicki calling to him, but there was no way in hell he was going to miss her exclamation as she walked in behind him. Her eyes went straight to the blood, and her mind went straight to the worst conclusion. "Jon, what the hell happened?" Vicki burst out, lurching hurriedly from the doorway to take hold of his arm, pulling him around to search his skin for any injury. "Are you all right, what happened?"
Thankfully, by the time she found him, he had scrubbed most of the blood from his hands, though the water in the sink was a sickly shade of pink. It looked a lot worse than it was, at least as far as Jon was concerned. "Vicki, I'm fine," he was quick to reassure her. "It's not my blood," he explained, knowing how things must look. For all the blood on the towels and in the sink, there wasn't a mark on him. "Is Emily okay' I shouldn't have left her alone up there." There was a worried look on his face, though there were plenty of other people in the house who would look in on the baby is she started to fuss.
"She's fine, I've just been up to check on her." His wife frowned at him, not happy with how quick he was to dismiss the fact that he was covered in blood. "You need to answer my question, Jon. Our daughter is still asleep upstairs, Humphrey is snapping at someone in his study - you are down here, covered in blood, and don't give me that "I'm fine" crap. You're obviously not fine, or you wouldn't be within ten feet of the panic room!"