Room 406, late

[izzyalienqueen]

Annie anxiously paced about the room. Her human had been acting and smelling strangely all day and it made her nervous.

Hearing noises at the door, the cat ran and hid under the bed.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam picked the lock and held the door open. "Just put her on the bed," she instructed.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The Beast obeyed, settling the still unconscious girl - Isabel - on the bed. "Do we leave her?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam nodded and went hunting for cat food to leave out for Annie. "She'll be safe here."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He was starting to feel bad for striking her. Especially if she'd been changed from who she usually was. "Should she be watched?" he asked. "To make sure she wakes safely?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Would you want to do that?" Sam asked, trying to tamp down the part that made her want to keep an eye on him.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Want? No. But I will. It was me who left her like this." And even sitting in a dark room with an unconscious stranger was better than going back to his room alone. After Samantha's attentions, it had lost it's appeal, had turned from sanctuary to jail. "I'll wait until she wakes, then go."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She hugged him. "Have a good night, and you know where I am if you need anything."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He froze, may actually have stopped breathing for a second, before he very carefully closed his arms around her, breathing in that oh so tantalisingly familiar scent. "Yes, and if there's danger, come and fetch me."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I will," she promised, deciding to leave the door to her room unlocked, just in case. "Good night."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Good night." He closed the door behind her, and scanned the room. There was nowhere he would feel comfortable sitting, so he opted for the floor, and as he sat a small spitting fuzz ball leapt out from under the bed and swiped at his feet.

He snatched it up by the scruff of the neck, holding it in front of his face. When he recognised it as a kitten, he slowly lowered it to his lap, and it promptly bit his thumb. "Stop that," he grumbled, using one claw to scratch it behind the ear.

It didn't take long for the kitten to succumb, melting into a purring puddle of fur, and the Beast settled his shoulders against the wall to watch, feeling strangely comfortable in this room.