Gwen led the hybrids upstairs to her brother's former bedroom, opening the door and stepping aside to let Omega take Blue in. The room was clean, well-furnished, and devoid of anything resembling the former occupant; Benjamin had taken everything of his when he'd moved to New York several years ago. Now, it was done up as a guest room, of sorts; a queen-sized bed with white comforter and several pillows, a wicker chair in one corner, near the window, a chest of drawers against the other wall, and a nightstand with a small shaded lamp and a radio alarm clock.
"There's a bathroom through here," she told the male hybrid, opening the door to emphasize after he'd placed Blue carefully on the bed. "The windows open and have screens, so if you want to open them for some fresh air once in a while, feel free. Owen and I will sleep next door, it's through the bathroom there, so you won't even have to come out, if you don't want to."
After checking on Blue, taking her pulse and recording her vitals, Gwen promised she'd send up some food and water very soon before heading back downstairs to help Owen unload the rest of the equipment. Thankfully, her mother was comfortably ensconced in the kitchen, and Gwen left her there, hurrying back out to the van and wondering for the second time whether or not hiding under the bushes wasn't a good idea, after all.
It didn't take long to empty the van, and after Debra headed off, Gwen closed the front door with a tired, thankful sigh, contemplating sliding down to the floor, except for that it'd be damned impossible to get up if she did. What she really wanted to do was collapse on a horizontal surface somewhere with Owen behind her, the both of them simultaneously falling to REM 4 within a minute.
But instead, she shoved her way back upright and managed to make it into the kitchen, where her mother greeted her with a smile and a mug of steaming coffee, black with two heaping spoons of sugar and just a splash of cream.
"How does your Owen take his coffee?" Marie asked, pouring another mug. And giving her daughter a feminine "knowing" look back over her shoulder. "And Gwendolyn, you told me he was rugged, but you didn't tell me he was that rugged, my goodness." She chuckled, replacing the coffee pot on the warmer. "Reminds me of Harrison Ford, way back during his Indiana Jones days, I swear." She leaned over the island, trying to whisper but ostensibly failing. "...are you two sleeping together?"
"Mother--!" Gwen nearly thunked her head on the granite countertop. "I think we have more urgent concerns than my sex life!" she whispered back fiercely. "Such as the young girl who nearly died up there, don't you think?"
Marie straightened, nonplussed by her daughter's unusual heat. "All right, all right, yes, you're right. But, you know, honey--"
Gwen cut her off. Sharply. "Mom. Enough. Just drop it. Please."
She looked over and nearly wept with relief to see Owen emerging into the kitchen, and Marie hastened to get him coffee and a stool next to Gwen, and inquire as to what else they might need, and what she could do to assist, anything at all.
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"There's a bathroom through here," she told the male hybrid, opening the door to emphasize after he'd placed Blue carefully on the bed. "The windows open and have screens, so if you want to open them for some fresh air once in a while, feel free. Owen and I will sleep next door, it's through the bathroom there, so you won't even have to come out, if you don't want to."
After checking on Blue, taking her pulse and recording her vitals, Gwen promised she'd send up some food and water very soon before heading back downstairs to help Owen unload the rest of the equipment. Thankfully, her mother was comfortably ensconced in the kitchen, and Gwen left her there, hurrying back out to the van and wondering for the second time whether or not hiding under the bushes wasn't a good idea, after all.
It didn't take long to empty the van, and after Debra headed off, Gwen closed the front door with a tired, thankful sigh, contemplating sliding down to the floor, except for that it'd be damned impossible to get up if she did. What she really wanted to do was collapse on a horizontal surface somewhere with Owen behind her, the both of them simultaneously falling to REM 4 within a minute.
But instead, she shoved her way back upright and managed to make it into the kitchen, where her mother greeted her with a smile and a mug of steaming coffee, black with two heaping spoons of sugar and just a splash of cream.
"How does your Owen take his coffee?" Marie asked, pouring another mug. And giving her daughter a feminine "knowing" look back over her shoulder. "And Gwendolyn, you told me he was rugged, but you didn't tell me he was that rugged, my goodness." She chuckled, replacing the coffee pot on the warmer. "Reminds me of Harrison Ford, way back during his Indiana Jones days, I swear." She leaned over the island, trying to whisper but ostensibly failing. "...are you two sleeping together?"
"Mother--!" Gwen nearly thunked her head on the granite countertop. "I think we have more urgent concerns than my sex life!" she whispered back fiercely. "Such as the young girl who nearly died up there, don't you think?"
Marie straightened, nonplussed by her daughter's unusual heat. "All right, all right, yes, you're right. But, you know, honey--"
Gwen cut her off. Sharply. "Mom. Enough. Just drop it. Please."
She looked over and nearly wept with relief to see Owen emerging into the kitchen, and Marie hastened to get him coffee and a stool next to Gwen, and inquire as to what else they might need, and what she could do to assist, anything at all.