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034. - Video - Just Desserts

[OOC: Co-written with Milbury. Thanks for being awesome! There is also a scoschy bit of time fuckery in here because real talk, nobody can be held hostage on the Barge for two weeks without being found. The ship ain't that big, not like it's Tora Bora or anything.]

[The screen flicks on, and the face of Jason Bourne appears - though anyone would be forgiven for not recognizing him at first, due to the haggard look and the beard that he’s sporting. He’s a right mess, with a healing split lip and bruises all over every place the camera can see, and quite a few more besides.

He speaks, and his voice sounds hoarse and rusty from disuse.] “As of the morning of June 5th, I have not been myself. I was kidnapped and impersonated by my inmate, and held captive in another inmate’s quarters.” [He glances off-camera.] “Come here, David.”

	[Sullenly, reluctantly, David walks into view. While not as disheveled as his warden, David’s seen better days himself - his normally straight hair is matted to his head and the shirt he’s wearing is torn at the collar. He’s also got his hands clasped together behind his head - clearly he’s not here of his own volition. He doesn’t look at the camera. His attention is focused entirely on his warden, and the look he’s eyeing Bourne with is a dangerous one - bitter and resentful. He says nothing.]
	“Show them.” [Bourne’s voice is flat and level. His left hand is nearly out of frame, and there’s a gun in it, and it’s pointed directly at his inmate.] “Now.”
	[Gritting his teeth and looking away from the camera, David begins to change. Slowly he begins growing, both in height and mass, his lean teenager’s body bulking up into the body of a man fifteen years or so older. It’s a bit like watching aging flash-forwarded, except that David isn’t just growing older. His entire facial structure is changing as he grows - his ear-length blond hair shortens and darkens, while his eyes go from dark brown to steely blue.
	When the transformation’s complete, no trace of David can be see in the man he’s become. Now Jason Bourne appears to be holding his twin double at gunpoint.]
	[Anyone watching Bourne rather than David would see the anger and hate in his eyes as he watches the transformation. There are two of him now - one whole, perfect, and fake; the other beaten, broken, and the genuine article.] “Demorph,” [he says, and there’s such bitter loathing in his voice it’s surprising he hasn’t pulled the trigger out of spite.
	Looking back at his warden with undisguised hatred, David does as he’s told. Jason Bourne’s form recedes back the way it came, exposing David’s secret for the entire Barge to see.] “Happy now?” [David asks, and while his sullen bitterness can’t match the utter loathing his warden expressed in that one-word command, his own voice is quivering with anger. His hands are clenched behind his head, and it’s quite clear he would enjoy nothing more than seeing the man he just became torn apart, perhaps by rabid lions.]
	[Bourne doesn’t respond to his inmate’s question, but the answer is obviously ‘No’. Though he refuses to take his eyes off of his inmate, it’s clear that he’s addressing the camera:] “I apologize for anything he’s done while using my form since then. This will not happen again. He will be receiving a punishment that fits his crime.”

[He reaches over with his right hand to turn off the feed, the gun still trained on David, and now it’s clear why he’s using his opposite hand to hold a gun on his inmate. His right thumb is still broken and hasn’t yet been treated, hanging down grotesquely. It can be seen for just a moment before the feed switches off.]

[Private to the Admiral, just after Rathammer commences:]
Please revoke David's morphing ability entirely. When I see fit to restore his powers, keep him from being able to acquire or morph any Barge denizen.

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[Claire tuts, crosses her arms, and shakes her head in disgust.] No, really, this week just continues to get better and better. [Shrugs irritably.] Whatever, thanks for telling us. You okay?

[Bourne was expecting a little more compassion from Claire. Whatever, not like he was held up by one of the Saw villains and impersonated for over a week. There's a little dark humor in his voice.] I guarantee you my week's been worse.

[Private.]
No. I'm not.

Did he bother you?

[Had she heard this at a better time, compassion may have come easier. But she's emotionally distraught, as usual, and a mess at learning this fine gem of news.

Claire sits back in her hair, playing with the ends of her hair with one hand while the other is clamped around her body.]

I went to the CES when he was there. We swam together and...one thing led to another. I should have known better, but [cynical smile] I guess I just don't know how to learn my lesson.

[If he presses for just what happened, she'll tell him.]

[Claire he is so close to making David human again just to throttle him AGAIN you don't even know. You don't. Even. Know.]

What happened.

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[Claire looks away, her voice dull.] Just kissing. [Sighs, looking back at Jason.] Can I help you in any way? You need medical attention...

[That's it. When the boy's human again Bourne is going to sit down with him and have a little talk about the ethics of using other people's bodies for romantic exploits. Or keelhaul him. Either way.

He sighs and runs his bandaged left hand over his face.] I'd like to apologize for his behavior. And for what must have seemed like mixed signals.

[Now he knows what it's like to have an evil twin.]

I understand if you don't want to see me for a while. I can go to the infirmary.

It wasn't your fault, Jason. You should know me better than that. And it was fun, for the most part. We just talked and swam in the ocean. [Dry laugh.] I think he wants me to be his Warden from the sounds of it.

And I'll get over it...so am I coming over to rescue you again, or not? [Her smile is sad, but at least she can muster one for him.]

[Dryly.] In case you weren't aware, right now I couldn't care less what he wants.

[His tone is serious.] Only if you want to.

And maybe when we're all recovered from this, we can go to the CES. No swimming, though. I'm...not a big fan of water.

[Understatement of the century, considering every time he's ended up in a body of water that he can remember, it's been traumatic.]

[She winces.] Nono, I know, just...I dunno, was only saying. Remembering...

Now, see, had I known that, I would have known something was up. Beside the fact that he made you awfully chipper. Course, I like to think you get that way around me. [Snorts.] Alas. Next time, right?

[She stands, rubbing her hands on her thighs.] See you soon, then.

I really ought to tell you more. In case you didn't notice, I'm not that open about my past. And I'm usually more chipper around you. You just have that effect on people.

Yeah, okay. See you soon.

[Her neck flushed pink, the color rising to her cheeks as she briefly ducked her eyes before smiling shyly at Jason.] Thank you. I'm on my way.

****

[Claire started to spruce herself up, brushing her hair and reaching for lip gloss when she remembered it was pointless. That it had been David she was kissing and not Jason. Though her shoulders dropped, she managed to hold onto the smile, staying in the jeans and pink tee she was already dressed in. Claire kissed the top of Chester's head and slipped out of her cabin, meandering to her friend's cabin and knocking with purpose.]

[Though he knew Claire was on her way, Bourne did peer through the peephole in the door to make sure it was her. With Hoffman and Slick still on the loose, you never knew. Especially not after that little publicly-broadcast display earlier, even though he hadn't done much to implicate them.]

"Hey," [he said, opening the door with his good hand.] "Come on in."

[There was the initial wave of longing that follows a rather heated make-out session that crashed over her, but just as quickly as the sea pulls its waters back in, it was gone. She was focused, here for a reason beyond something selfish (and stupid).

Claire slipped in, not taking her eyes away from his injuries.]

Shit, [she whispered.] Are you okay? [She knew she had already gotten his answer to that before, but it was automatic to ask, given his current condition.]

[Bourne grimaced.]

I've been better.

[Understatement of the century. At least he'd had time to shave. A shirt is draped over the rat's cage on the table.]

[She drew in a deep breath and let it out just as quickly.] Well, alright, let's get to fixing you up. You still have that needle, by chance?

Yeah, [he said, and hunted in his desk for the sewing kit. Both of his hands were not in the greatest shape - his right hand was dealing with a broken thumb, and his left hand was bandaged up for a dozen rat bites. After a few moments he found it, and passed the kit to Claire.]

[Exasperated sigh.] You could have told me where to look, you know, [she scolded, taking the kit and moving to his bed. While she readied said needle (no need cleaning it since any bacteria, etc would be rendered useless against Claire's blood), she asked,] So. Tell me what happened.

[She took pause to eye him seriously, aware that Inmate and Warden had to have gotten into a 'scuffle', though by the looks of it, that was putting it way too lightly.]

[Nnnnope, Claire. He is far too stubborn and independent to ask for help.

He meets her gaze.]

I was running in the CES. David attacked me in morph. It was some kind of alien - a real fighter. Hoffman showed up too, and they cut off my air supply until I passed out.

[A nicer way to say "they strangled me until I was unconscious".]

[Claire, horrified, paused with the needle in the air, about to fill it with her blood.] What? Why?

[Shakes her head.]

How did Mark even get into the CES?

They wanted me out of the way. I think David was angry that I kept defeating him when he attacked me. He wanted to hurt me.

[He glowers at the ground.]

David must have morphed something small - a bug - and gotten into the CES with me. From there it'd be easy to become human again and let someone else in.

[Claire went forward with drawing her blood, lowering her voice.] Sorry. I forget sometimes which areas require their own Wardens versus any Warden. [She shook her head.] I can't believe I thought Mark was...well, whatever, doesn't matter.

[She held out her arm.] Arm, please?

[Bourne held out his arm to her.] Hoffman's bad, but he's not even the worst. You have to watch out for Slick. I heard some of the stuff he said in there. He's a psychopath.

Slick? [She canted her head, not knowing this name off the top of her head.] Wait, who is he? [The Barge, with its never-ending supply of come and go passengers, once again left Claire feeling stupid and behind on things.

She gently inserted the needle into his arm, discarding it to the side. In less than five minutes, Jason would be shiny again. Physically, at least.]

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[As Claire inserts the needle in Jason's arm and injects him with her regenerative blood, a terrible screaming sounds in both Claire's and Jason's heads. A screaming that seems to come from nowhere in particular, but rather all around them. For someone unattuned to thought-speak, it would be impossible to tell the screaming was coming from the cage over in the corner. The cage draped with a shirt.]

[The voice is screaming,] < Let me out! Let me out, you psycho! No! No! Don’t do this to me! >

[The voice is David's.]

[Bourne doesn't flinch at the needle. The mental screaming makes him wince.]

"Just ignore him," [he says, gritting his teeth.] "He's been doing this every fifteen minutes or so."

[He's seriously considering just dangling the cage off the side of the Barge so he can get some peace and quiet. There's a coldness in his eyes that's rare to see - he's hardened his heart to the rat's pleas.]

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