http://dontusemyphone.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dontusemyphone.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-07-13 07:04 pm
Entry tags:

(no subject)

Richard hasn't ventured out of his room. He's been afraid to. But...he's hungry. And thirsty. And...well, the walls are closing in on him.

So there's a Richard in the bar. Looking very bewildered. And hoping his sister isn't around, because she totally creeped him out the night he arrived.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-13 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
...the fuck wrong's with this kid?

"You were at CTU on April 25," he says, as patiently as he can ever manage. "You were brought in because of an incriminating call found on your cell phone that linked you to Marwan. Remember?"

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Jesus, I'm not trying to arrest you or anything. You asked who I was. I told you." He rolls his eyes.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Castle always made a point of not hanging around the torture chambers too much. Johnson creeps him out.

"So it's just all the crazy time stuff around here that's confusing you?"

Maybe, he thinks, it would be best if I didn't mention that I'm dead as an indirect result of that phone call.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"She didn't explain anything about this place to you?"

How could you let someone wander around Milliways without explaining things to them?

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
You, Castle does not say, are dumb as a bag of hammers.

"Yeah. This place exists outside of time and space, so when people come here, they come from all different times. You're obviously from a little bit further in the past than your sister and me."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"That chick whose boyfriend you were sleeping with killed me," he says cheerfully. "And then I came here."

Just as long as they're comparing stories.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Now Castle feels like an ass. Especially if Richard doesn't know he's been outed to everyone who was at CTU that day, which has only just belatedly occurred to him. If there's anything he can really identify with, it's that.

"Look. It's okay. Nobody here is going to care about that. I promise you."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, jesus..." He hadn't meant to make anybody cry.

He sits down, helplessly, realizing that he's going to have to fix this somehow. "Forget about me getting killed, first of all. That was the terrorists' doing, nothing to do with you.

"That phone call..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes. All he can tell Richard is what he'd learned from the briefing, which hadn't been much.

"I don't know exactly what happened. All I heard was that some couple you went home with stole your phone, and the woman called Marwan--the terrorist behind the April 24 attacks--from it and activated a wiretap while you were, uh, distracted. After you confessed that, we managed to get an address on the couple, arrest the woman--the guy was dead when we got there--and, uh, I'm not sure what happened after we found the woman, but eventually Marwan was captured and his next major attack was prevented."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Agent Castle," he says, instinctively being formal about it, but relaxing. "You, uh, can call me Lee."

Maybe he should have been more tactful about mentioning the man's death, but the guy had been a terrorist, and Castle finds it difficult to feel too much sympathy for him. And at least Richard's calmed down some.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-07-14 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That would probably be a good idea." Poor kid, he thinks.

He gets up. "Just get some rest. It'll be fine."

With a sympathetic smile, he turns and heads off.