hearrrtofgold: (gandalf! no!)
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[Duke's first hint that something was different comes in the form of Brownie scratching at the door and whining when he fixes coffee in the morning. Nathan's always up, and even in the brief times when he drops off he wouldn't sleep through his dog's crying. Duke lets her out and she bounds into the stateroom, standing at his side; the room she emerges from, Nathan's room, is empty.

He tries Nathan's communicator, gets nothing; waits an hour, tries again, gets nothing. After about six attempts he's nearly knocking down Nathan's official cabin's door. He's not in the art room, he's not in the mess hall - he just isn't anywhere, just gone. Like a Trouble took him.

One more try to reach Nathan and Duke gives up, sure of it this time.
]

I think Nathan left. I know he didn't mean to.

Date: 2014-05-09 02:19 am (UTC)
diealone: (the substitute)
From: [personal profile] diealone
What do you mean, you think?

[It's not meant to be accusatory, Jack's just... frustrated. Nathan's one of the few people on the ship Jack didn't actively dislike, or at least actively distrust.]

Date: 2014-05-09 02:27 am (UTC)
diealone: (man of science man of faith)
From: [personal profile] diealone
Great.

[spoilers: he does not think this is great]

Date: 2014-05-09 02:33 am (UTC)
diealone: (exodus)
From: [personal profile] diealone
[And there's a part of him that's tempted to leave it at that.

But then that frustrating urge to try and do something to fix this kicks in, and when has he ever been good at saying no to that?]


You need anything?

Date: 2014-05-09 02:39 am (UTC)
diealone: (special)
From: [personal profile] diealone
Sure. [Even if it's less likely to be a drink and more likely to be soda. As shitty as he's felt in his ninety four days here, he's not close enough to rock bottom to want to head down that path.]

You're going to have to let me in, though.

Date: 2014-05-09 02:44 am (UTC)
diealone: (the greater good)
From: [personal profile] diealone
I'll see you up there.

[And a couple of minutes later, there is indeed a knock at the door.]

Date: 2014-05-09 06:36 pm (UTC)
strangehistorian: (the regretful)
From: [personal profile] strangehistorian
I'm sorry.

Date: 2014-05-11 02:58 am (UTC)
diealone: (deus ex machina)
From: [personal profile] diealone
Hey. [And... he kind of doesn't know what else to say. Again, stuff like this? Not what he's great at.

Which is kind of shitty when you're a doctor.]


How long've you been up here?

Date: 2014-05-12 10:56 pm (UTC)
diealone: (the constant)
From: [personal profile] diealone
Just wondering what kind of shape you'd be in.

Date: 2014-05-27 12:32 am (UTC)
diealone: (the moth)
From: [personal profile] diealone
Then I guess you're holding up okay.

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