Milliways is home to innumerable unusual objects and circumstances.
There's something though, to this latest series of events. The green crystal floating above the bar seemed too close, too foreboding to be really ignored. Not that Mike is taking much of this seriously.Shouldn't we be worried?
Sallie frowns at both Mike in her mind and the dishtowel in her hands.
Sallie can't tell if the image comes from Mike or from Bar herself, but suddenly she's thinking of crocuses coming up along the edge of the woods by the lake.
"Someone's been doing guided meditation with Splinter again," Mike smirks.
"Is that so bad? Keeps me from thinking about -- "
new and potentially weird thing that just randomly showed up unannounced?" There's a playful edge to his dry and sarcastic tone.
"Don't start with me - this is different. I know it is." She might be overly defensive about this, but feelings are nothing to discount! Right?
Mike's hands raise in a quick surrender the moment the Don't
is spoken. "I admit, it is different. What with it being all green and floaty. But different doesn't mean bad."
Sallie still looks incredibly dubious about it all. "I'd feel better about it if I knew why
, is all."
"Someone around here is bound to know. And if not I'll wager that the someone who does will be arriving momentarily. It's how this place rolls."
Another look from Mike. "Okay, okay. I'll relax."
Time passes, and Sallie relaxed - until the next thing happened. And the sky changed, and everything in between.
"Eh,...this is fine!"
The sky is red outside, the horsemen have galloped by, and I can't even name all the things goin' on! SARAH's gone feng kuang de
, Malcolm got lost in Ambergeldar -- "
"Seriously...it's nothing. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Mike, I love you, but you're lying to yourself."
Mike has no more answers than she does. But Sallie leaves it alone, in the end.
Until all sorts of hell breaks loose.
"Mike!" Sallie tries to shout over the din of everyone running for their Door. Waitrats are scurrying against the crowd, and so is she.
She'll be okay, and so will Mike. So will Malcolm and Inara and Sam and Dean and all her friends.
They have to be. Where is he!
Mike's been keeping himself more than busy tending to his own concerns, a final sweep of the Staff Wing and just now finishing one last go around the infirmary to make sure everyone's hauling out of Milliways.
It's not safe. Of course it’s not safe. How could he have been so stupid? So naive? So blinded by false hope?
Enough people have cleared that Mike can spot Sallie when he walks out of the infirmary towards the main bar. He has time to register the wave of relief coming from Sallie's mind before a tinny cracking sound starts above the both of them -- the red crystal splitting down the middle in painful-looking shards and letting out this wave
hitting Sallie square in the back, pushing her to her knees
hitting Mike in the chest with enough force to throw him into the wall behind him. It's only after he leans forward that one can see the Vorpal Sword strapped to his back.Dad!
Sallie crawls then, in the near-dark, over the rubble.He's alive! I can hear him breathing!
The only other thought is that it's too quiet why this why now
when she reaches him -- "Mike?"
," comes out of Mike's mouth when she reaches him and it's the last of the effort washing out of her when Sallie lays her head down next to Mike's body. His arm is slick from a cut under Sallie's fingers, and reaching up to his face smears the tear-tracks of blood there. Can't clean him up can't do anything
"Sallie. Don't fret.
" Mike's voice is too even for the situation, for him
, and it doesn't console Sallie in the black at all.
She's haggard now, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry -- "
"No. We'll be alright.