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thejusticelounge2012-11-11 06:45 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-11-11 06:45 pm
green slumbers
(( this happens after Kyle and Guy talk in the Medbay ))
It really only hit Kyle just how exhausted he was…no scratch that. He’d been feeling exhausted since forever. Since the end of his party, really. And since then, he’d fetched Red Lantern Roy from space, fetched Wally out of his own nightmare, reassured poor confused Jaime, checked on Mia and had a very intense chat with his best friend, mending bridges. Finally. Not counting those hours of nightmaring he’d gone through - Wally was right; it was sleep, but not exactly restful - Kyle now realized he’d been awake for…maybe over three days, now. More? Kyle lost track and he wasn’t really interested in tallying. Good thing he was so young and sparky, right? Riiiiight.
Still, there was another good reason why Kyle had been avoiding sleep. As much as he diverted the line of conversation with Guy, he was aware of what was happening in himself. And he didn’t understand it, except…what was there really to understand? Maybe the fear toxin worked differently for everyone. Maybe…whatever he dreamed and whatever Guy saw - and whatever that goop was that came out of him…maybe that was just a product of the fear toxin. That had to be it. Good enough a reason for now, and so Kyle wasn’t going to think about the why anymore.
What was more important was that he really just…didn’t want to sleep. The idea of going into his bed repulsed him. He was so damned tired and he was bordering between just hysterically keening and passing out right on the floor of the Watchtower. Neither was a good alternative.
Heading out into space, Kyle considered a nap among the stars; but he always wondered if space-sleep would be like swimming in a beach. You’d just float away…until you didn’t know where you were anymore.
Okay, so. His own home was out. His quarters in the Watchtower was out. Even space was vetoed.
“Just fly,” Kyle said to himself. “Just fly and see where it leads you, and that’s where you’re gonna sleep, muchacho. Do it. You’re talking to yourself again. I know. I’m making a point, Rayner. Vamos.” He squinted eyes, pushed his ring out in front of him, and flew.
He ended up in Star City.
”Really, self?” Kyle asked, hovering over the Arrow penthouses. “I’m very disappointed in you right now.” Except…he wasn’t, not really. He knew there was pretty much one big reason why he’d brought himself to Star City, to the Arrow compound. Even from here, he could see a certain someone in the kitchen, doing…kitcheny things.
Star City would have to do, Kyle realized with a sigh. He knew Hal was keeping vigil on Ollie, and Kyle had told himself that he wouldn’t interrupt them with his own demands, but…but he was here. He’d brought himself here.
“I just need sleep…” Kyle continued to debate to himself as he flew closer. “I’ll just tell him that I want some sleep, just a few hours. I won’t bother them, Ollie’s unconscious right now anyway…no wait that sounds terrible, I shouldn’t think like that, I just…want to be with…”
He’d arrived at the glass doors of the patio and tapped on the glass. It didn’t take long for Hal, looking absolutely exhausted himself, opened the door and automatically let him in. ”Kyle?” he asked, his voice so heavy and grainy and low. Hal glanced to the bedroom, where Ollie had been re-stationed. Like any of the other Lanterns, Hal probably hated the idea of being in the Watchtower, and ensured Queen could be looked after here in their home.
Actually standing on the ground now, Kyle swayed on his feet. He held Hal’s wrist.
“I don’t wanna talk or anything. I just came here to sleep. I wanna sleep wherever you’re sleeping. I’ve been having nightmares,” he spilled and then immediately felt childish and foolish, like a kid showing up at his parent’s bedroom.
But Hal being Hal, just nodded slowly, considering. And eventually he slipped his arm around Kyle’s waist, and his mug of coffee in his other hand, he walked them back to the bedroom. Ollie was in a medical bed that had been moved into the room (same one he was in when he’d gotten tortured? Kyle wondered, slightly horrified.) He was hooked up to an IV and…whatever else he needed to live. The poor guy, he’d been through an ordeal and still managed to, well. Be alive. Sometimes that was the best they could do, in their circumstances.
Hal stretched out on the bed after checking Ollie, who mumbled angrily or happily, Kyle couldn’t tell which. He pulled Kyle onto the bed as well, which would’ve been extremely weird if it wasn’t for the fact that now that he was here and Hal was letting him stay and he could barely keep his eyes open at this point.
Slightly sitting up and half-reclining so he could keep an eye on Ollie, Hal put his free arm around Kyle, who nestled in against Hal, using him as a pillow. Kyle felt Hal’s lips on his hair and then he said softly. “Go to sleep, Kyle. Sleep now.”
Kyle nodded, once and fell fast asleep. And blessedly, he dreamed only in green.
It really only hit Kyle just how exhausted he was…no scratch that. He’d been feeling exhausted since forever. Since the end of his party, really. And since then, he’d fetched Red Lantern Roy from space, fetched Wally out of his own nightmare, reassured poor confused Jaime, checked on Mia and had a very intense chat with his best friend, mending bridges. Finally. Not counting those hours of nightmaring he’d gone through - Wally was right; it was sleep, but not exactly restful - Kyle now realized he’d been awake for…maybe over three days, now. More? Kyle lost track and he wasn’t really interested in tallying. Good thing he was so young and sparky, right? Riiiiight.
Still, there was another good reason why Kyle had been avoiding sleep. As much as he diverted the line of conversation with Guy, he was aware of what was happening in himself. And he didn’t understand it, except…what was there really to understand? Maybe the fear toxin worked differently for everyone. Maybe…whatever he dreamed and whatever Guy saw - and whatever that goop was that came out of him…maybe that was just a product of the fear toxin. That had to be it. Good enough a reason for now, and so Kyle wasn’t going to think about the why anymore.
What was more important was that he really just…didn’t want to sleep. The idea of going into his bed repulsed him. He was so damned tired and he was bordering between just hysterically keening and passing out right on the floor of the Watchtower. Neither was a good alternative.
Heading out into space, Kyle considered a nap among the stars; but he always wondered if space-sleep would be like swimming in a beach. You’d just float away…until you didn’t know where you were anymore.
Okay, so. His own home was out. His quarters in the Watchtower was out. Even space was vetoed.
“Just fly,” Kyle said to himself. “Just fly and see where it leads you, and that’s where you’re gonna sleep, muchacho. Do it. You’re talking to yourself again. I know. I’m making a point, Rayner. Vamos.” He squinted eyes, pushed his ring out in front of him, and flew.
He ended up in Star City.
”Really, self?” Kyle asked, hovering over the Arrow penthouses. “I’m very disappointed in you right now.” Except…he wasn’t, not really. He knew there was pretty much one big reason why he’d brought himself to Star City, to the Arrow compound. Even from here, he could see a certain someone in the kitchen, doing…kitcheny things.
Star City would have to do, Kyle realized with a sigh. He knew Hal was keeping vigil on Ollie, and Kyle had told himself that he wouldn’t interrupt them with his own demands, but…but he was here. He’d brought himself here.
“I just need sleep…” Kyle continued to debate to himself as he flew closer. “I’ll just tell him that I want some sleep, just a few hours. I won’t bother them, Ollie’s unconscious right now anyway…no wait that sounds terrible, I shouldn’t think like that, I just…want to be with…”
He’d arrived at the glass doors of the patio and tapped on the glass. It didn’t take long for Hal, looking absolutely exhausted himself, opened the door and automatically let him in. ”Kyle?” he asked, his voice so heavy and grainy and low. Hal glanced to the bedroom, where Ollie had been re-stationed. Like any of the other Lanterns, Hal probably hated the idea of being in the Watchtower, and ensured Queen could be looked after here in their home.
Actually standing on the ground now, Kyle swayed on his feet. He held Hal’s wrist.
“I don’t wanna talk or anything. I just came here to sleep. I wanna sleep wherever you’re sleeping. I’ve been having nightmares,” he spilled and then immediately felt childish and foolish, like a kid showing up at his parent’s bedroom.
But Hal being Hal, just nodded slowly, considering. And eventually he slipped his arm around Kyle’s waist, and his mug of coffee in his other hand, he walked them back to the bedroom. Ollie was in a medical bed that had been moved into the room (same one he was in when he’d gotten tortured? Kyle wondered, slightly horrified.) He was hooked up to an IV and…whatever else he needed to live. The poor guy, he’d been through an ordeal and still managed to, well. Be alive. Sometimes that was the best they could do, in their circumstances.
Hal stretched out on the bed after checking Ollie, who mumbled angrily or happily, Kyle couldn’t tell which. He pulled Kyle onto the bed as well, which would’ve been extremely weird if it wasn’t for the fact that now that he was here and Hal was letting him stay and he could barely keep his eyes open at this point.
Slightly sitting up and half-reclining so he could keep an eye on Ollie, Hal put his free arm around Kyle, who nestled in against Hal, using him as a pillow. Kyle felt Hal’s lips on his hair and then he said softly. “Go to sleep, Kyle. Sleep now.”
Kyle nodded, once and fell fast asleep. And blessedly, he dreamed only in green.