It's a broken clock. How can it work?

Worked out the problem of the blood in the hallway in Damaging. Or at least, the problem of Lucas attacking Tony without any real provocation.

Right now I'm staring at the screen waiting for brilliant words to appear. I really want to work on it. I want to finish it. It's one of the few pieces I don't have doubts about in regards to whether I even should be writing it at all.

It's Jim giving me problems. He's over-analyzing the situation.

“Lucas, calm down,” Wendy said, sounding like she was trying very hard to be soothing. “I’m here, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She had her hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“No, it’s NOT fucking okay!” Lucas exclaimed, making his point by trying to sit up. “How can you stand there and tell me it’s okay? You fucking TIE ME to the BED and you’re telling me it’s OKAY?” He could hear the hysteria creeping into his voice, and struggled to control his emotions. No way was he going to let them get to him. No way in hell.

“Lucas, you hurt yourself,” Wendy explained, her voice still calm. How could she be so damn calm? How could she do this to him, just watch him struggle, and stay calm? “We have to make sure you’re not going to do it again.”

Lucas jerked upward again and scowled at them. “By tying me up and putting me in isolation?” he asked. “That’s just great, Doctor. You know, if you were half the psychic you say you are, you’d be able to tell what was going on here. Unless…” Lucas’ voice trailed off. Unless she was the one leading them. Maybe Tony was just a pawn. Wendy… maybe Wendy was the one with the true power. She was the one pulling the strings, keeping him here.

“Unless…” Bridger spoke up, trying to prompt him into voicing his suspicion.

“Fuck it,” Lucas spat. He twisted in the restraints, writhing, trying to get out of their leather grip. “Let me *out* of here!” He watched Wendy open the pressure hatch of the chamber and walk up to the bed. He struggled harder as she pulled a hypo out of the pocket of her lab coat. “NO!” he cried. “NO!” Wendy put a firm hand on Lucas’ restrained arm, and injected him. Almost immediately, Lucas could feel his tenuous grasp on coherent thought falling away.

There are more curse words in this one story than I think I've used in my entire life. But that's really okay.

Eeep!

Had a bit of a scare when my computer wouldn't turn back on after being restarted... but it seems to be okay now. Whew.

Starting classes tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous - mostly because I have to drive to Wellsley in a car I'm not comfortable in (my own car is very broken at the moment). So from Wellsley to Framingham to get a list of art supplies I'll need to a store to buy said art supplies... And I doubt I'll be sleeping tonight, so I will be either super-hyped or dragging tomorrow. I'm hoping for super-hyped.