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Don't camp the spawn point [CLOSED]

Warnings: Potential violence
Location: Atop the spire
Characters: Peridot, Greg Universe, eventually Agent Washington
When: The day after their deaths/disappearance, respectively
Summary: So, we got murdered. How 'bout that.

Everything hurt.

Greg registered that fact, before even registering he was awake. All parts of him ached just for being in existence, not the least of which was the throbbing in his head, muddying his thoughts from processing anything more than how deeply uncomfortable it was to be--

--alive.

He tried to open his eyes, and was met with further assault on his being, light attacking him and blurring out the world. He groaned, and felt it rattle through his chest in a piercing burn. The sound choked out with a whimper, and he curled on himself a little. Was he really alive? Was this how it was supposed to feel? Or was this actually just how things turned out, after...? Sucking in a breath, he felt newly-repaired lungs complaining for the effort, and Greg creaked his eyes open again.

It was... a nice place. Bright, and clean, and green, and... familiar. Greg blinked, and attempted sitting up, only to be hit with a wave of nausea. Oh wow, everything is terrible. Why is everything so terrible in such a nice place. Oooorgh. He curled in on himself further, waiting for the illness to pass, or at least lessen. It took a long time.

This was the spire, right? The garden on top. He had only been here once before, the months ago when he'd arrived. Since then, he'd only been to the lower levels, checking to see if missing friends had ended up like Wash had said. Slowly, carefully, Greg looked down to his chest. Even as it throbbed with sharp pain, it was in perfect condition. No wound, no scar, not even a bruise. Just like Wash had said, after all. So he really had...

For a long time, Greg didn't move. His brain was running in circles, trying to process all that happened, to remember it, to forget it. He'd died. He'd died. And now he wasn't dead. Regenerated. Weakly, he felt fingers nudging at his stomach, just making sure. Eventually, he gave sitting up another try--a creaky, queasy process, but successful in the end. It was necessary, just to properly take stock of everything, ensure he hadn't spawned a new haircut or outfit or something. But no, everything looked just the same as ever. He kept finding himself gingerly rubbing at his chest, double and triple checking that really nothing was there. Clean, smooth, kinda hairy, untouched skin.

He'd died, and he was back. And that meant... everything was fine? Was that how it was? That's how the Gems did it. It didn't even phase them. And here he was, good as new. So he should feel. Okay. Everything was... okay. He just had to go back to living, like nothing had happened. Return to his apartment, to his girlfriend, to--

"Rose--ooohohoooo, ow, oh, okay, no..."

Getting up too quickly brought another crash of vertigo, and his knees buckled under the effort, leaving him reeling on the ground again. Rose didn't know. Rose had seen--he was a human, she didn't know, she'd think... he'd left her to think the worst, he should have warned her. Even now that he was awake, he couldn't even get up, could hardly even move to let her know. He couldn't keep leaving her waiting. Damn it.

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It could actually be worse, Wash decided. He wasn't ruling out the possibility of it getting worse, but for now, this was manageable. "Fun facts," he said, a little more brightly than he had any right to be at the moment, "it turns out Lux likes randomly sending people home and bringing them back, so that's fun. Also, death...isn't permanent." He paused, the brightness pretty much gone. There really was no good way to go about this. "I...probably should have told you that earlier." It had never been Greg's story to tell, and hey guess what I died once wasn't the greatest of conversation starters, in this crowd or any other.

"Alive." Bones finished, still staring at Greg. Alive. That- what? That didn't happen. He'd MADE it happen and it didn't happen, that wasn't how the world worked not even a magical one but Greg was back. Was alive. Was breathing. Half of him wanted to grab his tricorder and give Greg a scan- the rest went with his gut and set aside his knitting in favor of reaching out to check Greg's pulse at the wrist while the other palpated his abdomen where the wound had been and-

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Pulse was strong, skin was whole, Greg was exhausted and probably traumatized- there was shit about being dead JIM still didn't tell him about and he wasn't sure how to ask but. Greg.

"Wash, I dunno if those facts are all that fun." Flat. Muted against something tick in Bones' throat before he gave up on the examination all together to give Greg a quick hug. "Jesus christ, Greg." A fucking Miracle was what it was. "Rose- wandered off. Tried to keep in touch but I think- I know she blames herself. Try'n to talk her out of it didn't go all that well."

In so much that it didn't happen.

Casey should be feeling better about this than he did, right? Not dying meant they...pretty much were invincible, right?

Somehow he couldn't convince himself...It was really all in Greg's face. There wasn't a scratch on him but he still looked like he'd been curbstomped by every Nox in the city. When Bones moved away, Casey moved in for a rough hug, skinny hands gripping tight. Greg was alive and he'd come back and that's what was most important.

And Wash had been sent home with no warning or notice. And he knew that death wasn't permanent...wait a minute.

"And you know that...how?" He said when he moved away from Greg. He could guess how but...Greg looked like crap and Wash always looked like crap. Not exactly 2+2 but it wasn't that much of a stretch.

Greg returned the hugs in kind, hugging Casey extra tight. He was happy for Wash to handle the brunt of the explanation, especially since he seemed to be making as light of it as one possibly could under the circumstances. It was certainly a shift in his attitude from when they'd first found things out, too. That meant it'd get easier, with a little time.

Speaking of that first time, though... "Doesn't really matter now, does it?" Greg didn't want to relive this, and Wash wouldn't either. Maybe they could have saved some strife by spreading it around, but the fact was that now everyone knew, so there was no point dredging it up.

Gritting his teeth, Greg pushed himself up off the couch again. "Sorry. I gotta go find her."

Wash straightened up and headed behind the couch, leaning against the couch back - all the better to get out of everyone else's way. He wasn't surprised to hear that Rose ran off, or that survivor's guilt had hit her pretty hard, but blames herself sounded a little too specific for a so-called accident. "Why would Rose blame herself?" C'mon, Bones, give him the whole story.

He faltered for a moment. Casey was too sharp by half. Still, he hadn't made much of a secret of the fact that he knew it. As much as he appreciated Greg sticking up for him... "No, they deserve to know." There wasn't any way to say this that would make it better - might as well spit it out. "I was the first one to test the theory. When the Nox took over the carnival, they took me with it." He sighed, looking at Casey. "Which is part of the reason why I always tell you to have backup. I didn't, and I paid for it."

Wait. Wait. Greg wanted to do what? He reached out and grabbed Greg's shoulder, forcing him back down on the couch. "You could barely get down the stairs. You're not going anywhere."

"And you, jackass-" He pushed off the sofa and stalked around to where Wash was leaning all too goddamn casual and-

Back in the goddamn armor where he couldn't see a goddamn thing that COULD be wrong with him but it looked no worse for wear. It was strange t'be doing this with Wash that much taller and bulkier and mov'n him wasn't gonna be easy- but Leonard took him by the shoulders to give him a shake, growling all the same.

"When I say BED rest I mean you stay in your goddamn bed or the goddamn apartment and REST! Not get poofed off to whatever crazy ass world you came from!" Like yell'n at Wash would change what happened. Though the signals might be a little mixed with how he went a little cold and still at that. Before any of them ever started living together. Jesus fuck that kinda trauma- the hell is WRONG with this place? There wasn't anymore growling then- hell there weren't anymore words as he hauled Wash in for a tight hug. Which was uncomfortable at best cuz- armor.

This place was gonna do a number on him, he could tell.

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Casey broke eye contact (well, helmet contact) with Wash. He hadn't even known but...geeze, no wonder Wash was so insistent on backup. No wonder he'd flipped out when Casey snuck out that night with Rose.

...No wonder he'd let Casey live with him. He wasn't going to hug a suit of armor though. Bones didn't make that look like fun.

Besides, Greg was about to do something really stupid. He sat back on the couch and rubbed the back of his head. "Dude, we don't know where she went. You're not in shape to go runnin' around town lookin' for her."

Greg's brain said to stand up, to keep going, to get out that door and search. His body, however, was still shaking and weak, and all too ready to give in to Wash's hold. He fell back onto the couch with a grunt.

"I have to find her," he insisted. He meant to sound stern, frustrated, determined, but he mostly just sounded desperate. He was trying his hardest to get that firm, armored grip off of him.

"She's spent long enough thinking I'm--I have to let her know." Did he actually remember her screaming as he fell, or was he just imagining how it must have sounded? Real or not, the sound rattled through him.

"Oh come on, that wasn't my-" And then Bones was hugging him, armor and all, and Wash shut up. Bones being emotionally distraught wasn't surprising; somehow, the hug was. He hugged him back, gently - the armor could cause damage if he squeezed too hard, and nobody needed that right now.

Oh for- "Then call her," he ground out, putting his hand back on Greg's shoulder to prevent any further escape attempts. "Or I will. Either way, you're not going anywhere."

Right. Time to regain some composure. He patted Wash on the back and stepped away, moving past the sofa and his knitting to the kitchen. There was bound to be shit for pie in there, somewhere. Apple. They had apples, he remembered that much. "Call her. She hasn't been answer'n when I tried to get ahold of her, but I ain't you. Soon as she hears your voice I'm sure she'll come runn'n."

That did beg the question. "The green one. Peridot. Was she up there where you found Greg?"

"Or one've us can go look for her. Seriously, if you tried to run out right now you'd prob'bly trip and fall headfirst into the sewers or somethin'." Or get attacked again. Or kidnapped worse with the luck they've been having.

Peridot... Casey hasn't even seen this woman, but it's pretty clear from his face that if he does he's going to make her eat her own hair.

...He really should have thought of calling her. He should have done that as soon as he was awake. Why didn't he think of that, why is he so STUPID?!

Greg shut his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, and came up short as Leonard said Peridot's name. He couldn't do this. He couldn't talk about it, couldn't listen to them talk about it. He needed to--needed to find Rose.

"Don't... don't worry about her. L-leave her out of it."

One more time, he pushed Wash's hand away. Getting up was harder every time, but he was going to keep doing it. "I'm just... I'm going down the hall." He couldn't call Rose with them crowded around, listening. If they couldn't be in person yet, they at least needed to be alone.

"She was," Wash replied, brow furrowed. He stopped when Greg spoke up. Greg didn't want to talk about it, Bones was asking, and Casey looked like oncoming murder; the story was starting to come together, and it wasn't a good one.

Then again, any story that involved one of his friends dying wasn't a good one. He'd had plenty of experience on that front.

He moved around the couch, wrapping his arm around Greg's waist again. "C'mon. Your old room's still empty." He kept quiet as he dropped Greg off, closing the door behind him, and took a few minutes to stop into his room, shedding his armor and undersuit and pulling on casual clothes. It didn't fix anything - he'd still need a shower, bandages for his hand, a good night's sleep, anything to get the taste of Chorus' war out of his mouth - but it would help Casey and Bones if they could see his face.

It was a fair few minutes before he headed back into the living room, casually trying to fix a very bad case of helmet hair. (A haircut. He needed one of those too.) "Why were you asking about Peridot?"

Right. Don't talk about it. Leonard could do that, especially if he had a pie to mind. Slicing apples never took up so much of his attention before but- awkward situations be'n what they were-

May as well slice extra. For Casey and for Wash. Yeah. He could do that.

"...Cuz last I saw Miz Rose had reduced her to a fine green mist in a truly inspired application of her magic, most of which I'd kept in a jar so said bits wouldn't 'mindlessly regenerate.'" A beat passed. "Remind me to never, ever piss Miz Rose off."

Casey can do not talking about it. Not thinking about it was not an option for him, not when he wanted so badly to have a turn smashing Peridot's face in, but. Apples and apple pie definitely went towards soothing that impulse.

Not all the way, but enough for now.

Casey didn't say anything but caught Wash in a hard one-armed hug when their paths crossed on his way to the kitchen. He was back, Greg was back, things had to get better from here.

He'd seen that jar. He hadn't totally understood what it was at first, but that hadn't been the worst part of the conversation he'd had with Bones that night. The tiny bright spot of the whole thing was that Peridot got what she deserved but now...

"Guess that means she's out there somewhere. Think she's gonna go after Rose?"

Wash sucked in a breath through his teeth when Casey hugged him. Between fighting Locus and fighting a slew of Mantises, he'd taken some pretty hard hits today. The armor protected him from the worst of the damage, but it didn't prevent him from bruising. Still, he lowered an arm and hugged Casey back, keeping his still-bleeding hand away from his clothes.

It was a moment or two before Casey let go and Wash headed for the hall closet and the first aid kit-

Which wasn't there, he found when he opened the door. Huh. Someone must've moved it. Paper towels from the kitchen were a good enough substitute; he folded several up and pressed them against his hand while he listened. It was pretty damn obvious by now what had happened, but he needed confirmation before he acted on it. "This is Peridot's fault, isn't it. Greg didn't tell me anything"

Bones finished slicing two apples and set them on a plate before setting them aside for Wash and Casey to nibble on while he worked on the rest. One good pie took quite a few and he needed to get on it. Without a mandolin he had to work by hand- not that he rightly minded the extra work. Something to keep his hands busy while he went over none too pleasant news.

Not that he missed the stiffness OR the bleeding hand. Wash what the hell did you get yourself into?

"Casey, why ain't the kit in the closet? G'wan and grab it if you moved it." God knows he didn't. "Or grab the one from my room, should be on the counter in the bathroom."

Whichever was easier.

"Greg..." It's never easy, this bit. So he pared it down. Made it simple. Clinical. "...suffered penetrating abdominal trauma with damage to the stomach, spleen, and kidney that resulted in massive hemorrhaging. I didn't get there in time t'do much of anything. From what Miz Rose said- Peridot was attack'n, Rose was gonna defend herself and Greg...took the bullet for her."

"Mmmph, not sure," said Casey around the apple slice he popped whole into his mouth. "Uh, musta moved it when I was lookin' for somethin'. Forgot to put it back. I'll grab yours." With that, he sprinted towards Bones's room.

He'd put the regular kit back when Bones wasn't watching.

...And he may have hung back a little bit while Bones explained what happened. Half because it had been bad enough hearing it the first time...and half because he wanted to see if he could hear what Greg was saying to Rose through the wall (he couldn't.)

Oh well, he brought the kit back once he was sure Bones had finished and grabbed another slice.

Wash raised an eyebrow as Casey bolted out of the room, waiting until he heard a door slam to look back at Bones. "You know he's lying, right?"

He quieted down at Bones' explanation, slowly closing his eyes. That...that explained a lot. "Greg defended her," he said after a few moments. "On the spire. Or- he didn't tell me what happened, at least. He said it was an accident - a mistake." Probably because he knew that Wash would put a knife through Peridot's gem if he'd found out what happened - an option that was still on the table, as it turned out. Evidently Wash wasn't as over the idea of revenge as he'd thought. "The way he's been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if he blames himself."

"He ain't the only one." He tipped his head back to the sink. "Run your hand under the tap."

It wasn't much, but it'd be a start. Little things. If he focused on the little things he would worry less 'bout the big things. Like death. Dy'n. Coming BACK from that. "...has it changed all that much? Com'n back from it. You're a soldier and prolly braced for that shit but Greg's-"

He trailed off. "Trauma is trauma. I dunno that he has a way t'cope. I dunno that you got one either." The less said about his own inability to cope? The better. "Why on God's Green Earth would he blame HIMSELF for do'n the decent thing and try'n to protect the woman he loves? In what bizzaro mirror universe is THAT a thing that he oughta feel?"

"Just because I don't immediately announce that I'm bleeding doesn't mean I'm lying," Wash groused, tossing the bloody paper towels in the trash and turning the sink on.

He stopped and stared, incredulous, as Bones kept talking. Was that what he really thought? "At some point, we're going to talk about what you think of soldiers, because that was the single most fucked up thing I've heard all week."

The comment about coping mechanisms didn't go unnoticed either, but he just leveled Bones with a flat stare. The level of hypocritical bullshit in this conversation was staggering. "Because he has no self-esteem. He died, and it hurt the people he loves, so he thinks it's his fault, regardless of what actually happened."

"...I'll be honest that the few times I've run into that kinda folk it's left a pretty sour impression. But that's my reality, not yours." He'd have to try to keep his thoughts on that shit to himself. Wash wasn't a thing like Marcus or his men. Not even a little.

Focus on the pastry. focus on the pie. He kept kead'n and roll'n, putt'n his shoulders and back into it just to keep himself going. It worked well enough. "That is some bullshit. How are we gonna convince him that's bullshit- cuz it is just that. You don't take a bullet for someone and then blame yourself cuz you made 'em feel bad."

The hypocrisy here was stronger than even Wash knew. "You did what needed do'n, they can deal. Greg did what he thought was right and yeah. It was awful. I missed him like crazy. I was greiv'n. But he did what he felt needed t'be done. And I'm not 'bout to blame him for that. If Miz Rose does I'm gonna have some unkind words for her- and I'm not one to have words with a Lady."

"Well congratulations, now you live with one," Wash deadpanned. "And we're still having that talk." It would just have to be later. One crisis at a time.

"She won't." He shook his head, turning the water just a bit colder. "She'll tell him he's just human, and that he shouldn't be involved in battles, and she'll try to protect him, and it'll kill whatever confidence he has left." He was already fairly certain that Greg's current lack of self-esteem came from Rose, and possibly the other Crystal Gems if they had the same attitude; her ramping up her level of concern would only make things worse for Greg.

"Yeah, but you haven't tried t'kill me." Did that come out? That came out. He needed more sleep so that shit wouldn't happen.

Gonna skip right over that entirely.

"Just Human. JUST human? Any alien that didn't have their head up their own ass that spends ANY amount of time around us knows we're so much goddamn more than just human." Those words might have to happen whether he liked it or not. "Goddamn condescend'n- I thought my world was the only place that had to put up with that kinda bullshit. "

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For a moment, Wash just stared, thought processes completely wiped out by that reply. What had happened to Bones to make him mistrust all soldiers that badly - badly enough that he'd still see Wash in that light? "I wasn't exactly planning to," he finally managed.

Wow. Just. Wow.

"Well, it sounds like Gems don't. Rose thinks we're cute, and Peridot thinks we're scum, but the basic attitude is pretty much the same." How Bones could keep thinking his was the only world with disagreeable aliens when Wash had told him about the Covenant's attempted genocide was beyond Wash, but evidently he'd barely scratched the surface when it came to Bones' thought processes.

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