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John hailed a cab and sank into the backseat, exhaling dejectedly.
He'd had high hopes for some good news from the guy he'd just met, but
it turned into another dead end. He knew there had to be some way for
him to get back to his own time and bring Sam back with him. Eve was
getting worse and he hoped that Sam would be able to help her.

For the first time since the death of his parents, he wished he'd gone
into medicine as his father and mother wanted, instead of joining the
Marines. Then again, if he had, he wouldn't be here, because he would
never have gone on the rescue mission to Olduvai. Feeling the
beginnings of a headache himself only served to make him that much
more determined to find something, anything that would allow him to
help Eve.

Staring out at nothing in particular, John had a sudden flash of
inspiration…Snake Plissken. The man seemed to have resources that
Reaper couldn't come close to duplicating, as well as being out of his
own time himself and he might just know someone who could provide John
with a ticket home, preferably round trip. Giving the cabbie the
address of Snake's shop he relaxed slightly, feeling at least a little
hopeful.

Date: 2008-01-12 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Damn, when I grow up I wanna be just like you." John joked. "Seriously, I have known some guys with serious balls but that takes the cake."

Date: 2008-01-12 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
I ain't letting anyone tell me shit. Even him, especially him.

Date: 2008-01-12 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"I hear you. If you make your own choices then you're the only one to blame for mistakes, right?"

Date: 2008-01-20 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
John turned the key and the truck started up. "So whose mistakes are you worried about?"

Date: 2008-01-21 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
Everyone else's. Snake smiled. Thanks for fixing this damned thing.

Date: 2008-01-22 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Be nice if everything was so easy once you track down the problem." John frowned. "Eve's a lot worse off than she let's on, Snake. I have to find a way to get her some real help."

Date: 2008-01-23 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
Would be nice. Looks worried. What's wrong with her?

Date: 2008-01-24 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"The headaches she's been having. They're getting worse." John leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. "Nothing helps."

Date: 2008-01-24 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
Snake frowned. You only try drugs so far?

Date: 2008-01-24 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"As far as I know, she's tried everything either of us can think of." John bit the inside of his lip.

Date: 2008-01-25 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
There are a few other options I can think of. If we could find a telepath might help or the machine they used on me in the asylum though you'd need a doctor to run it and I don't like doctors.

Date: 2008-01-27 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Yeah, I kinda got that from things you've said." John quirked a grin. "Eve feels pretty much the same."

Date: 2008-01-27 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
I figured as much. There's got to be other ways. Anything that triggers the headaches?

Date: 2008-02-27 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Eve hasn't said what triggers them, if she knows, but most of the time she gets this far away look of concentration, like she's trying to remember something and not long after that they start." John answered, wishing he knew more. "I think she's trying to push past whatever's blocking her memory when that happens."

ooc- Stupid lj never sent me a notif on this one and I'd forgotten it. Sorry to leave Snake hanging here.

Date: 2008-02-27 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
Possible. I know when I force shit when I don't want to remember I get a bitch of a headache.


OOC: np I thought this thread was done or I would have poked you.

Date: 2008-02-28 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Eve's are getting worse, much worse."

Date: 2008-02-28 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
Shit. I've given you all the ideas I got.

Date: 2008-02-28 04:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Yeah and I've run out of them myself, short of finding a way to get back home, find Sam and bring her here, see if maybe she can help Eve." John sighed. "I know I shouldn't have fallen in love with her, its too dangerous, but I can't lose her."

Date: 2008-02-28 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/
I'll look into it. I got a way, price is the problem. Snake shook his head. Think like that and you'll be miserable.

Date: 2008-02-29 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reaper2point0.livejournal.com
"Not miserable." John said. "Just that much more determined to do whatever it takes."

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