[He wakes up in his own bed. It's how these things go. One minute they're in port, or wherever the Admiral's dumped them this week, and the next they're back on the Barge. But something's different, even though he can't put his finger on it right away as he sits up. Everything in his room is the same, except there are a couple of posters on his walls that weren't there before and he narrows his eyes. Who the hell's been in his damn room? He doesn't know, but unless it's Lydia, they're going to be sorry they decided to redecorate.
And speaking of Lydia...
He can hear her footsteps approaching the door and he stares at the very elaborate locking and alarm system -- that's new, too. What the hell? he wonders, baffled. He rises to his feet and moves to open the door just as she's turning the handle and his eyes narrow.
This is the Lydia from the other barge.]
What the hell is going on?
[And that's when his gaze zeroes in on her neck. A growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches out, pulling her inside the door and closing it, clamping a hand down on her shoulder though his hold on her isn't meant to cause harm. Wordlessly he lifts his other hand to her face, tilting her head back to get a look at the bruising and his eyes flash blue.]
Spam
And speaking of Lydia...
He can hear her footsteps approaching the door and he stares at the very elaborate locking and alarm system -- that's new, too. What the hell? he wonders, baffled. He rises to his feet and moves to open the door just as she's turning the handle and his eyes narrow.
This is the Lydia from the other barge.]
What the hell is going on?
[And that's when his gaze zeroes in on her neck. A growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches out, pulling her inside the door and closing it, clamping a hand down on her shoulder though his hold on her isn't meant to cause harm. Wordlessly he lifts his other hand to her face, tilting her head back to get a look at the bruising and his eyes flash blue.]
Who?