"C'n give it a shot, at least." He wished he'd brought a beer up here or something. It was a terrible idea as far as coping mechanisms went, but at least it might help him through this conversation. "Parker saw 'em first. They had me -- the other me -- cornered, but she just saw they had a victim. Not who it was. I had my sword on me and all, but -- well, apparently I can't stab Parker or Hardison even when I know they're weird zombie copies of themselves."
That wouldn't surprise Sophie in the least. Or anyone else who'd seen him with Parker and Hardison, for that matter. But the fact that his actual Parker and Hardison were there and he hadn't moved to protect them bothered him.
It bothered him a lot.
"Anyway, Parker flipped when she saw it was the other me and basically tried to do my job for me. The other me was -- hurt. Bad. But, you know, he was me, so he was still fightin'. Enough to get the other Hardison --"
He had to cut himself off there. He could still see the dirty, utterly familiar hand thrusting the knife into the other Hardison's throat. He swallowed, took a breath, and decided to skip a step. "Hardison -- the crazy one. Died at my feet. That's, uh. That's when it goes blank."
That was plenty, really. Except for how his Parker and Hardison had still been in danger. Arguably more than they ever had before, with both shaken and afraid, and facing a version of Parker who'd lost her mind, her partner, and her prey.
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Date: 2016-12-15 11:51 pm (UTC)That wouldn't surprise Sophie in the least. Or anyone else who'd seen him with Parker and Hardison, for that matter. But the fact that his actual Parker and Hardison were there and he hadn't moved to protect them bothered him.
It bothered him a lot.
"Anyway, Parker flipped when she saw it was the other me and basically tried to do my job for me. The other me was -- hurt. Bad. But, you know, he was me, so he was still fightin'. Enough to get the other Hardison --"
He had to cut himself off there. He could still see the dirty, utterly familiar hand thrusting the knife into the other Hardison's throat. He swallowed, took a breath, and decided to skip a step. "Hardison -- the crazy one. Died at my feet. That's, uh. That's when it goes blank."
That was plenty, really. Except for how his Parker and Hardison had still been in danger. Arguably more than they ever had before, with both shaken and afraid, and facing a version of Parker who'd lost her mind, her partner, and her prey.