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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?]

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[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?

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[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.

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

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[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

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[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.

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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.

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[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?

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[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.

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[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?!

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[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 Date: 2009-09-01 01:58 pm (UTC)

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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