Bishop had a guy named Marcus bring some clothes for her, dark and sparkly things that made her look slim and kind of naked despite covering everything. Rebecca was willing to admit she was feeling more vulnerable than brave; naked in a new way she couldn't work through. The clothes were pretty similar to what she'd worn on her date with Aidan, so maybe this was kindness?
She looked at Bishop's haunting smile for a long moment, trying to decide. He said Aidan's name very fondly. He wasn't old enough to be his father, but there was something close to it in his tone. The building was a maze and she felt unsteady on her feet. Running wouldn't get her very far. She didn't want to be alone in a place that smelled like formaldehyde and furniture polish.
Once she was dressed, Marcus handed something to Bishop, who held it out to her. It was a stethoscope, something so familiar she'd had one slung around her neck every day for years. It looked alien in his hands. He bounced it in his palm as if to insist, and she didn't feel like it was a choice. Aidan wasn't there. She felt sick and weak.
"Listen to your heart," Bishop said. "I don't want you to be afraid, but you need to know yourself."
She did know herself. She knew Rebecca Flynt, nurse, only child from a single mother, smart mouth and enough of a bossy bitch to win a date with the hot but distant Aidan. It was simple getting the right ends of the stethoscope placed in ears and under shirt. It was very complicated to realize there was absolutely no vital sign to be found.
"I - This isn't right," she said tearfully. "It's broken, or -" Her fingers dug at her throat and a memory drove into her sharply; pain and terror. "I'm just cold or something, and this is broken!"
Rebecca threw down the stethoscope. She scrubbed at her arms, fighting the urge to sob. Bishop nodded, his smile never shifting to anything human. She desperately wanted some kind of real feeling from him. Marcus picked up the medical instrument and stuck it in his pocket.
"We'll help you," he said, very solemnly. He looked sad for her, and she appreciated that at least.
"Please sit, Rebecca," Bishop took her arm and steered her into the chair. He sat down next to her and Marcus lingered behind him, as if he was waiting to be dismissed or given an order.
"Wh-where's Aidan? I want to talk to him!"
"He left you," the blond man said calmly, sadly. "After your date, he went inside with you, and he lost control of himself. He hurt you. Do you remember that?"
Her hand went up to cover her throat, smooth skin calling her memories lies. "I don't know."
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Sucked and Sucker, PG-13, Being Human (US), Rebecca/Marcus/Bishop, orientation
Date: 2011-05-04 06:27 pm (UTC)She looked at Bishop's haunting smile for a long moment, trying to decide. He said Aidan's name very fondly. He wasn't old enough to be his father, but there was something close to it in his tone. The building was a maze and she felt unsteady on her feet. Running wouldn't get her very far. She didn't want to be alone in a place that smelled like formaldehyde and furniture polish.
Once she was dressed, Marcus handed something to Bishop, who held it out to her. It was a stethoscope, something so familiar she'd had one slung around her neck every day for years. It looked alien in his hands. He bounced it in his palm as if to insist, and she didn't feel like it was a choice. Aidan wasn't there. She felt sick and weak.
"Listen to your heart," Bishop said. "I don't want you to be afraid, but you need to know yourself."
She did know herself. She knew Rebecca Flynt, nurse, only child from a single mother, smart mouth and enough of a bossy bitch to win a date with the hot but distant Aidan. It was simple getting the right ends of the stethoscope placed in ears and under shirt. It was very complicated to realize there was absolutely no vital sign to be found.
"I - This isn't right," she said tearfully. "It's broken, or -" Her fingers dug at her throat and a memory drove into her sharply; pain and terror. "I'm just cold or something, and this is broken!"
Rebecca threw down the stethoscope. She scrubbed at her arms, fighting the urge to sob. Bishop nodded, his smile never shifting to anything human. She desperately wanted some kind of real feeling from him. Marcus picked up the medical instrument and stuck it in his pocket.
"We'll help you," he said, very solemnly. He looked sad for her, and she appreciated that at least.
"Please sit, Rebecca," Bishop took her arm and steered her into the chair. He sat down next to her and Marcus lingered behind him, as if he was waiting to be dismissed or given an order.
"Wh-where's Aidan? I want to talk to him!"
"He left you," the blond man said calmly, sadly. "After your date, he went inside with you, and he lost control of himself. He hurt you. Do you remember that?"
Her hand went up to cover her throat, smooth skin calling her memories lies. "I don't know."