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What--

[Tieria coughed, trying to dislodge the harsh squeak from his voice.]

What is this? Why are we...?

[He gestured at them, himself, the bed, trying to indicate the whole situation in general.]

[Michael woke up fully when he heard that tone in Tieria's voice. It sounded like he was five seconds away from a massive freak out, like whenever Michael tried to give him a... pleasant wake up call. He sat up too, one arm snaking around Tieria's waist.]

Babe, what's wrong? 'Why are we...' what?

[Lockon pushed himself into a sitting position too, casting a quick 'what on earth?' glance at Michael before giving Tieria a confusedly-concerned look.]

Hey, hey, relax. Did you have a nightmare or something?

[Trying to extricate yourself from bedclothes first thing in the morning wasn't always the easiest thing, and it was considerably harder with two people either side of you. Nevertheless, Tieria did his best to struggle away from them and out of the bed, still trying to take in the whole bizarre scenario.]

[Michael raised an eyebrow at Tieria before trying his hardest to still the struggling and calm him down. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him? He shot a look at Lockon, this one faintly panicked in a 'I have no idea what I'm doing help' way.]

Tieria? What the fuck's wrong with you?

[Lockon shuffled closer and put his hand on Tieria's shoulder, squeezing gently both to reassure and stop him diving away and hurting himself. He hadn't seen Tieria freaking out this badly in a while, let alone without any provocation.]

Tieria, hold up, it's alright, it's alright, calm down and tell us what's wrong.

[Looking up blankly, Tieria was still trying to process what was going on.]

I don't know what's happening. Why are we all in Michael's bed?

[Michael blinked as he tried to work out if Tieria had hit his head lately. It would explain why he was being so fucking weird.]

Why wouldn't we?

Edited 2009-08-29 02:01 (UTC)

[Lockon stared at him, utterly bemused. That couldn't be the reason for the freaking, could it? They'd been sharing various beds for months now! Maybe it was a relief he'd calmed somewhat, but it sure didn't answer any questions.]

Where else would we be? Are you alright, Tieria?

Edited 2009-08-29 02:16 (UTC)

[Tieria ignored them, and once again tried to get out of the bed.]

[Michael scowled as he prevented yet another one of Tieria's escape attempts.]

Fucking stop that and tell us what the goddamn problem is. What the hell did we do?

For god's sake, Tieria-

[Lockon gave up on holding the shoulders, it didn't seem to be having any effect - instead, he lifted one hand to grasp Tieria's chin and turn it towards him. Where Michael was scowling, Lockon's expression was one of total frustrated confusion. A change like this was not something anybody should have to deal with first thing in the morning.]

Will you just talk to us? [There was even an edge of pleading to his voice. Tieria's behaviour was really starting to worry him.]

[Pulling Lockon's hand away from his face sharply, he drew back from the both of them as far as he could.]

If you both think this situation is normal, then there's clearly no point talking to either you.

Of course it's fucking normal. It's not like this is the first ti-- [Michael's eyes widened as something finally clicked for him.]

Oh for fuck's-- You've been hit by a virus. And it's made you forget everything.

[He looked momentarily hurt by Tieria's sharp movement, but the expression passed as soon as it came. Anything he'd been about to say in response, though, was knocked out of his mind by that deduction. His eyes widened too, before he buried his face in his hand and let out a heavy sigh.]

[Muttering,] That community...it's more trouble than it's worth sometimes.

[He looked back up at Tieria.] What's the last thing you remember, Tieria? You know who we are, at least, which is good, but...

[A virus seemed like the most likely explanation, but not that way around. No, it was clear now to Tieria that Michael and Lockon had been affected by some bizarre virus, and that he'd escaped partially unscathed.]

I'm not the one with the problem. But to answer your question, I was working. At L3. I think I fell asleep looking over some new schematics.

[Michael was shaking his head before Tieria had even finished speaking; somehow, it was actually worse that he first thought. Fucking community.]

Babe, none of us have been back to our world for ages. I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.

[Lockon nodded.] He's right. We haven't been there in months, heck, nearly a year. Not since last December.

[He smiled a little, sort of ruefully.] You were the one who wouldn't let us go back in the first place.

You haven't! Neither of you! It was just me, well, and Feldt Grace as well, but that's all! We disappeared, remember?

[Tieria stared at both of them, trying to get them to see sense. How badly were their memories messed up?]

[Slowly,] Tieria, babe, we've been together on this world since shit hit the fan on ours. You've never just fucked off on us.

[It was Michael's turn to stare incredulously.] Seriously. What the fuck?

[Lockon's stare was less incredulous, but only because there was a hint of despairing frustration dawning as his mind hit a conclusion. He looked at Tieria's expression, and then turned to Michael, speaking quietly.]

It's worse than we thought. I don't think whatever virus this is just made him forget.

Oh please. You're both hopeless. You're the ones with the virus.

[It was like they were talking two different languages or something.] Tieria. You're the only one who doesn't remember. It's more likely that you're the one who got hit

[He shook his head at Tieria's words. The very idea of it being him and Michael that were under a virus seemed crazy. Impossible, in fact. No community virus could create such real feelings in him, there was no way.]

Listen to him. Can't you trust us on this? Come on, think it through, why would both of us be affected and not you? It's just a stupid virus, Tieria, you've got to know that deep down.

What I know is that I wasn't here yesterday, and I shouldn't be here now. Especially not in--

[bed, with you two, he tried to say, but he couldn't quite bring himself to form the words]

--this sort of situation. Now let me out of here.

[Michael rolled his eyes] Fuck that. Not until we get this sorted out.

Are you trying to tell me that this is all a lie? [Now it was Michael who looked like he was about five seconds away from snapping.] That the way I-- we feel about you is complete bullshit?

[Softly, dangerously,] You trying to tell me that I don't love you?

[Lockon reached over and put a hand on Michael's arm, recognising the tone in his voice. He felt Michael's frustration just strongly, but someone had to try and stay calm here. He couldn't quite keep the edge from his voice as he spoke, though.]

Don't say it like we're keeping you prisoner. You can't blame us for trying to stop you when you're running off without giving us anything except the bare minimum of information - we just want to figure out how to fix this, Tieria. And as soon as possible, 'cause believe me, it is really hard to see someone you love acting like this.

[That did it. That tipped things over from "seriously bizarre" into "absolutely messed up".]

Love? Love?!

[Tieria looked at the way Lockon touched Michael, and let out a derisive snort.]

What is this, then? Some sort of three-way relationship? You both love me? And each other? You two hate each other! This is ridiculous, it's not even February!

[His voice was getting louder and louder, and a faintly hysterical edge was creeping into his tirade.]

Is this even a virus? Or some sick joke? Did you tell him, Michael? Is that it? You told him, and you were so amused by the-- the obvious disgust that you both decided to gang up on me? Is that it?!

[Never in a million years would Michael ever admit how much Tieria's careless dismissal of how he felt - especially since it was a bitch for him to even recognise it for what it was in the first place - hurt. His fists clenched; he had no idea how to deal with any of it: a hysterical Tieria, the goddamn virus fucking everything up, his own fucking feelings...

And in typical Michael fashion: when in doubt, lash out.]

Just shut the fuck up! What the hell are you talking about? You're not even making any goddamn sense. Why can you just fucking listen to us when we say that we love you? Why the fuck do you always have to be so fucking paranoid? [He shook off Lockon's hand and shoved Tieria back, already drawing his fist back to crack Tieria across the face.]

Edited 2009-09-01 13:58 (UTC)

Michael, no! [A fight was what none of them needed right now - as tempting as it was to try to shake some damn sense into Tieria (How could he hurt Michael like this? Hurt both of them like this, even under a virus?), breaking his jaw wasn't likely to do anything but make this situation worse. Lockon moved as fast as he could with his lower body still entangled in blanket, grabbing Michael's wrist in one hand and Michael's other upper arm with his other hand, and holding him back with all his strength. He didn't have any breath to spare for Tieria just yet. He wasn't entirely sure he could trust himself not to follow Michael and shout yet anyway.]

[Tieria knew an oppurtunity when he saw one, and took this one to escape. Going for the bedroom door would put him too close to the others, so he dived for the other side of the room, hurling himself inside the closet, slamming the door, and locking it. He wasn't entirely sure why there was a lock on the inside, and didn't really want to know, but he was definitely thankful for it right now.]

[Michael fought viciously to free himself from that grip. He was only half-aware that it Lockon who was holding onto him; everything was being drowned out by the white noise in his head.]

Let go of me. [He barely even noticed when Tieria made his escape.]

[Michael was stronger than him, Lockon knew that, so holding him back was never going to be a long-term solution, but better to stop Michael doing something he'd regret when he calmed down in the best way he had than worry about that. Tieria running off after that wasn't surprising, but he let out a frustrated sigh anyway and held onto Michael grimly.] Are you done being violent yet? Michael, listen to me, trust me, this isn't going to help anything. Calm down.

[He spoke fairly lowly, albeit through somewhat gritted teeth, and cast a glance over at Tieria's new hiding place. Great, they were going to have to have this conversation through a closet door.]

[Slumped in the bottom of the closet, Tieria sat there trying to both get his breath back and work out just what to do next. He couldn't stay in the closet forever, he'd have to come out at some point.]

[Michael finally pulled himself free from Lockon hold, immediately moving away from him and off the bed. He was too pissed off; his skin felt too tight and too hot to be so close to someone else. He felt out of control, like he was watching someone else control his body.

Michael glared over his shoulder at Lockon and snorted.] Yeah. Sure. We'll do it your way then.

Edited 2009-09-01 23:38 (UTC)