Suite 138: Ed is sick!

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Steph's curled up on the couch, wearing pyjama pants, socks and a t-shirt that definitely doesn't belong to her, and watching Star Wars again.

No, she's not missing Billy at all. It's just ...

She's just ...

It's boring without him here, okay!

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Steph grins and pokes him with a foot. "So. I'll get to see you more often, then. Since you'll be here and resting where I can keep an eye on you."

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"...I've gotta go out sometime," Ed points out. "I can't just disappear on them."

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"Time's not supposed to pass out there," Steph objects. "And you can, too. You're sick, you're allowed."

...

"Oh, man. I suppose Roy'll want to visit you up here." She makes a faaace.

IF ONLY SHE KNEW.

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"Time does pass out there," Ed insists. "It's done it to me before!"

He pauses over the last statement. Uh.

"...maybe."

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"Well - you still can't go out there doing stuff while you're sick, so it doesn't matter anyway."

Beat.

"But I'll let you go down to the bar to visit him. Cos I'm so not playing hostess."

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"Can I at least let them know I'll be away for awhile?"

Man, she's protective. He's not complaining much, though.

"And I'm going to the bar, anyway!"

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"I suppose I'll want you out of the flat sometimes, so you may," she decides, grinning. "You have permission."

She's possibly mocking herself. But more likely she's mocking him. This is STEPH, after all.

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"What, you'll get tired of me?" Ed sticks his tongue out at her. "I'll kick you if you do."

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"I might just want private time!"

She is wearing Billy's shirt. You can tell, 'cos it doesn't fit her, and also, it DOESN'T HAVE GREAT FROG ON IT. Not that that's got any relevance to the statement, OF COURSE.

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"Yeah, private time with that guy."

Ed rolls his eyes.

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Steph has the courtesy to blush. "Maybe."

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"Fine, if you let me have private time with Roy."

EQUIVELANT TRADE.

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- "NO."

Ew ew ew ew ew.

"He's OLD. And he tried to BURN MY HEAD OFF the other day!"

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Ed crosses his arms.

"You guys have got to get over this."

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"Do not."

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"You do, cuz I say so."

So there.

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"HE TRIED TO BURN MY HEAD OFF."

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"Explain."

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"I went down to talk to him," Steph says patiently, "because I wanted to see if he knew how to make you go see a doctor. And he said he didn't. And was ... less than helpful. So I told him he was useless, and walked away. And THEN HE TRIED TO BURN MY HEAD OFF."










"... he missed."

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"Do you think it's possible," Ed says, "That he missed on purpose?"

His face is a little blank.

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"I think it's probable, actually," Steph says, folding her arms grimly. "Doesn't matter. He threatened me."

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"And how many times have you threatened him?" Ed points out.

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"Not with fire! I told him I'd cell him if he tried that again, but I didn't even threaten him before it!"

She's pretty sure she didn't, anyway.

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"I see."

Completely flat voice.

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Hey, this is not fair. Why is she coming off the bad guy here? Who got attacked?

She glares. "He shot fire at me," she reminds Ed, pointedly. "FIRE."