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Earth - An Unexpected Meeting

Posted June 13, 2021, 6:14 p.m. by Civilian Seamus McKenzie (Future Citizen) (James Sinclair)

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“I’ll go get Seamus. Its time you rest.”

Lady Tara

Ragna just nodded and might have mumbled ‘Yes Ma’am.”
Ragna McKenzie

She leaned back against the chair heavily, closing her eyes. Her body was beginning to go from a state of discomfort to pain as either the medicine from the doctor or Seamus’s unguents wore off. She wasn’t sure if she was hungry or if that was just pain from the beating she took. The exhaustion was clear on her face, and she was ready to stop working so hard to sit up. The officers needed to hurry up because she was not letting strangers in her house to question her while she laid in bed. She simply wasn’t. Enough of her home had already been violated. If she could manage it, she’d go inside and see if Seamus had calmed down yet and talk to him. He told her to be still and heal and rest, and she could give him that. Because he was right and this whole thing was as hard on him as it was her.
Ragna McKenzie

Tara stopped at the doorway before going in. Turning, she said “Formal occasions, Lady Tara. Family occasions, Tara… or Seanmhair, if you like. Between you and I? Call me what you want. I’m sure you will, regardless.” and she winked and went inside.

Inside the house, Seamus was stomping and mumbling through gritted teeth. Tara looked at him and said simply “Enough, now. There is time enough for anger later, Seamus. For now, tend to your wife. Let her say what she wants and do whatever she needs to get better. Do you hear me, Seamus McKenzie?”

Seamus had stopped loving when she started talking. “Aye, aye… I hear ye, seanmhair.” He shook his head and took a breath. “I’ll try an’ keep it in check… for Ragna.” He looked at Tara and said “You and the Edmans talk?” Tara nodded and then moved over and patted his arm. “That we did. Now… tend to her. We can talk about that… all of us together… afterwards.” Seamus nodded and picked up the tinctures and balms and headed outside.

Seamus and Tara

Ragna heard the door open as Tara went inside and the faint stomping of Seamus’s foot falls before the door closed again. He was still mad, and that was probably her fault. One day she was going to learn to not talk for at least a day after a migraine. She was muddle headed and nothing she said made sense. And getting her head smashed against the cobbles certainly made that worse. The doctor gave her something, or she’d probably still be unconscious. She heard the door open again. Aurora shifted on her lap looking up at the approaching man and Ragna winced at the movement. She was leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, breathing against the pain. But she’d recognize the sound of his steps anywhere. “I’m sorry, Seamus.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I’m hurt, scared, confused, and in a lot of pain. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I’m sorry.”
Ragna McKenzie

Seamus pulled a chair next to her and sat down, taking her hand gently. “Nay, love… ya should ‘ave. If’n ye cannae lash out at me, what good am I then?” and he smiled. “Now here… Im gonna give ya somethin’ the doc left. And then I’ll take care a’ that head of yours, ok?”

She curled her fingers around his hand firmly, the pressure pulling and tugging against her bruised and damaged hand, she gritted her teeth and relaxed her grip. “Okay.”

He lifted the hypospray up and said “She said its for ya noggin. This dose and your concussion should be but a memory.” He pressed the device to her neck and there was a pop and a soft hiss. Setting it aside, he said “And now for the rest of your head.” He rubbed the tincture on her temples and then kissed her gently, but it was certainly lingering.

Ragna normally disliked doctors quick reliance on their medicines, but in this case she knew it was needed. Her face was still swollen and bruised but the cuts were healed and the worst of the marks were gone. She felt the medicine go in and the immediate wash of light headedness as it too effect on the pounding, and then it evened out as her body adjusted. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent and letting Seamus work his magic. Ragna was convinced it was magic because the tincture never worked that good on its own. She breathed in his kiss, soaked up the warmth of his closeness, the pain and weariness slipping away for a few moments.

Breaking the kiss, he said “Now… do ya wanna stay outside? Or go in and lay down?”

Seamus

Honesty, at least with Seamus, and no ego. “I want to talk to the police out here, but I’m really hurting…Seamus. I don’t think I can sit up on my own any more.” Her good foot was braced against the foot stool and she was gripping the arms of the chair to keep herself steady. “What I really want is to go in and lie down so you can put something on these screaming muscles and I can sleep.”
Ragna

Seamus thought for a minute and then said “Just you wait a minute. I’ll be right back. Just rest.” He stood up and, instead of going to the house, went to the side of the house by the sheep pen and disappeared from site. Soon realized turned with two bales of alfalfa, one in each hand.

“It’s not like I can go anywhere…Seamus.” Despite the exhaustion in her voice there was a twinge of humor. She closed her eyes again, listening to him walk around. Aurora jumped down curious to see what was going on and started following Seamus back and forth, but well out of the way.

Several trips later, and he had the square bales laid out in a square. He then made several trips with pitchfork fulls of straw. He piled that on the alfalfa and then went inside and came out with quilts that he laid over the straw. He bunched up the straw at one end, making a mound under the quilt.

Helka looked up from where she was hanging the last of the linens as Seamus walked around the house carrying hay and straw. Cuyler and Oddvar watched from where they were talking and going back and forth with someone on Cuyler’s personal comm. It was clear to Oddvar what Seamus was up to, “Think she’ll start yelling?” Cuyler shrugged, “I think Seamus knows what he’s doing.” He watched his daughter, sheer determination keeping her up right in the chair, “I don’t think she’s got it in her to argue.”

“Now love… outside bed. Come and lay down.” He bent over and slid his hands under her. “Just relax. I got ya.” He lifted her up and gently carried her to the makeshift bed and laid her down, covering her with another quilt.

“How’s that, lass?” he asked.

Seamus

Ragna opened her eyes and looked over, whatever reaction anyone might have expected from her, all she felt was relief. She tried to relax as Seamus lifted her up, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t gentle, she just hurt that much. She turned her face into his neck, moaning as torn muscles and bruised back protested sharply. She laid exactly the way he put her down because she wasn’t laying on any bruised or sore part and she had no desire to change that. The tension draining out of her as her body relaxed and stopped working so hard. She held onto his hand. Her voice mostly a whisper, due simply to exhaustion. “Takk, kjærlighet. Det er bedre hvis du kan bli med meg. (Thank you, Love. It be better if you could join me.). Hvordan lærte du deg norsk? (How did you learn Norwegian?)” A grin twitched at the corner of her mouth. She knew he wouldn’t answer.
Ragna

Seamus looked at her and said “Jeg vet ikke hva du snakker om. Jeg kan ikke snakke norsk.” (I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t speak Norwegian.) and tucked the blankets in around her. “I’ll be right back, wife. Don’t run off, now.” and he kissed her cheek.

Comfortable, warm, and exhausted, Ragna smiled softly and mumbled, already mostly asleep, “Tjener deg rett hvis jeg gjorde det. Du liker å jage meg. (Serve you right if I did. You like chasing me.)” She thought it was funny. Aurora slinked up onto the bed and curled up next to her side.

He walked over to Cuyler and Oddvar. He held out a hand to each and said “In all the commotion, I never had the chance. Welcome. My home is yours. Whiskey is in the cupboard to the left of the sink. If ye need more, I’ll make a run ta the root cellar.”

Seamus

Cuyler and Oddvar shook his hand in turn. “Whiskey sounds like what we all need. Left of the sink. Be right back.” And Oddvar headed back towards the house, moving silently past where Ragna was already asleep. Cuyler looked Seamus over, out of concern and nothing else. Then he glanced across at Ragna. “How is she? I haven’t talked to her yet. I don’t trust myself to not loose my temper in front of her, and that will only rile her up.” He turned his gaze back to Seamus. Cuyler wasn’t overly expressive, except with his wife and children, and Seamus was his son now. “How are you? Ready to hunt the b@$√rd down and finish it?”
Ragna and Cuyler

“I would have finished already, and had some nice roses next season to boot, but Lady Tara stayed my hand. And while I don’t know what she has planned… I’ve promised I won’t put a finger to Argyle until told. And waiting for that is harder than with each passing minute.” He looked over at sleeping Ragna. “I trust my grandmother with my life.” and then he turned and looked at Cuyler. “And I don’t know how much weight this carries… but I trust her with Ragna’s as well.”

Seamus

“I can honestly say if I was you I’m not sure I could have stopped. But as your grandmother said you’d be in jail, and Ragna wouldn’t be far behind I think.” Cuyler nodded, “Quite a bit of weight. Your grandmother is a formidable woman. She’s been single handedly holding her clan together by sheer stubbornness for 20 years. She plans on manipulating Argyle into claiming reconciliation, and wants Michael and Revna here in time for it.” Cuyler looked down at the communicator in his hand. “It will all be for naught if I can’t reach her.”

Oddvar walked out of the house, a huge grin on his face as he looked back before closing the door, shushed the fox that he startled and walked back over, two bottles and three cups in hand. Cuyler rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to ask what Oddvar had been up to. Oddvar poured and passed the whiskey around. “So you tell him he’s getting married again?”
Cuyler and Oddvar

Seamus blinked twice in shock, threw back the cup’s contents, then said “I’m… what… what.. I’m getting what?”

Seamus


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