Ok, I wasn't planning it to be nearly this long. But my muse apparently likes Gamma too.
(warning: some vague naughty bits at the end)
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Gamma Emission:
Fissionable Goods (pt 2)
Teleporting from the hospital to somewhere else is not normally done, but it is possible. From what I understand the capability was designed into the system
before the use of transponder tags became widespread. It was planned that an emergency medical team could be deployed as long as there was one signal to lock
onto, enabling a first responder on scene to quickly and effectively get the necessary equipment onsite. As the use of transponders grew in the hero ranks
recalling them to the hospital became a much better idea, instead of sending doctors into hot zones. But the capability is still there, and I was grateful for
it today.
As the control room to the Terra Volta Reactor faded into view I noticed it seemed a lot more crowded then the last time I remembered. Stepping out of the
Portable Transport Ring on the floor and looking around confirmed my first impressions. Dr Shaw somehow managed to cram half the sensor equipment from an OR
into here.
"Ahh, there you are Lisa." Dr. Shaw greeted me as he stepped around a particularly large machine, the function of which I couldn't guess at.
"I trust your feeling up to this?"
"Up to what? I'm still not sure why we are here." Thought I could guess, I wasn't particularly eager too.
Dr Shaw shot Julie a questioning glance. Her only response was an impish "What? I didn't want to ruin the surprise."
Returning his focus to me, Dr. Shaw straighten his lab coat and assumed his 'I'm going to tell you something your probably not going to like, but
it's not my fault' stance that I have grown to recognize from my time in the radiology department. "Your Hero Corps liaison was worried that you
have outgrown your current level of residential shielding and wanted us to reassess your capabilities."
"And your going to figure this out by having me prance around the reactor without any shielding?" I heard a snicker off to my right and figured that
Julie had achieved her objective, seeing me stuck somewhere between astonishment and disbelief. I'd been in there before, but that was because some idiotic
sky raiders got it into their heads that taking over the reactor was a good idea. That didn't mean I wanted to spend any more time than necessary having
massive doses of radiation pass through my flesh. Some small part of mind still worried that I would wake up one day riddled with cancer. It hadn't
happened yet, and there where no signs of it ever happening, but that didn't mean I wanted to flaunt my potential immunity in Fate's face.
Seeing that I didn't blame him for upcoming insanity Dr. Shaw relaxed and launched into a explanation "Well not necessarily prancing, but we do hope
to gather some concrete data points on how your internal critical point is influenced by -"
"Stop," I interrupted him "just stop. I'll read the results myself when we are done." Or I'll try to and have Julie explain all the
bits I don't understand to me.
Dr Shaw frowned for a moment. He had most likely spent most of this morning crafting an explanation that sounded reasonable enough on the surface, but
contained enough technical terminology that even Julie would have a hard time telling him why this was a bad idea. It was a tactic I had grown far too familiar
with when we where trying to figure out what was going on in the beginning. The frown didn't last very long though. He smiled and gestured to Julie,
"Julie will help you get outfitted while I finalize the setup with Mr Oaklow."
I hadn't even noticed the technician before, he was wedged in between two large racks of equipment. He had time to give me an abortive wave as Julie pulled
me out of sight behind something resembling the bastard child of a MRI and an ECMO.
"You realize you owe me dinner for not warning me about this." I insisted as I started to strip.
"Sure," Julie acquiesced while affixing a variety of sensors to my chest, head, arms and legs. "And your going to tell me in excruciating detail
what you did to get a UPM on your record. You have better control than that."
"Oh am I?" I challenged with a small blush. Explaining the circumstances behind my Unexpected Power Manifestation wasn't something I was eager to
do, even with as close a friend as Julie.
"Yes you are." she insisted. "Cause I made sure that Denis had other things to take care of right now."
"Oh, you are a life saver" I laughed as I gave her a quick hug.
"Yeah, Yeah. I know" Julie said as she handed me a lab coat to cover up with. "Now get out there and get me my doctoral thesis." Her last
statement was only partially in jest. She was working on better designed sensors and protective gear for radiation. I probably would play a large part in the
final outcome, but it was a small price to pay for the rational insight and patient explanations she brought to my powers.
I tied the lab coat closed, picked up the myriad of wires I was now trailing, and walked back to see Dr Shaw and Mr Oaklow going over a checklist.
"All set?" Dr Shaw asked. I nodded and handed me a headset. "This should keep us in contact while you are in the reactor. If at any time you
feel something go wrong, just say so and we can port you back to OR-5C."
I put on the headset and gave a gruff "sure". OR-5C is the operating room used for heavily radioactive (or potentially heavily radioactive) patients.
I spent my first 3 days there after found out about my powers, stressed out enough to make the wards shimmer on the walls, floor and ceiling. I was the best
place for me if I lost control, but it doesn't mean I like the room.
Stepping into the main reactor sent a shiver up my spine and caused my pulse to quicken. I tightened my grip on the wires I was trailing and ignored Dr
Shaw's voice buzzing in my ear. I could do this. I wasn't going to explode. My cells weren't going to rupture. I was going to be fine.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. Breath. I realize I don't feel lightheaded. I'm ok.
The chatter in my ear resolves itself to be tentatively worried questions from Dr Shaw. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I'm not sure if I'm
tell him that or myself. I take a second to gather my bearings.
"My pulse is slightly elevated, aside from that I feel normal" They probably know better than I do just how high my pulse is, but the running
commentary helps to calm me down. Another ten meters in and something else wiggles it's way into my consciousness. "I feel like I just had cup of
coffee. Almost perky." And it's true, even though the last caffeine I had was last night. I went coffee-less this morning due to the impending
physical. If the worst that happens is a caffeine buzz I'd be a very happy camper.
Twenty meters more and I notice the next change. "I'm feel like I'm jogging" My pulse is faster then before, and my breathing is a steady in
and out by the lungful. Dr Shaw's voice is an encouraging hum.
Another thirty meters and I'm half way there. It no longer feels like a light jog. I mange to get out "Feel, like, sprinting" between breaths.
The voice in my ear mentions something about this being plenty of data. But I don't care so much any more. I'm out of breath and I feel great.
Three quarters of the way there. I don't spare the breath to talk. This must be what they mean when they talk about a 'runners high'. There's a
bounce in my step and I'd take a lap around the reactor if it wasn't for the wires in my hand. I reach up to wipe a bead of sweat out of my eyes and I
notice my hand is glowing. neat.
I'm twenty meters away from the reactor now. My blood is singing in my ears and my lungs burn. Why did I think this was a bad idea again? My muscles feel
like I used them too much, or maybe that's not enough. I hold my hand in front of my face and don't see much of a difference between it and the
reactor. There's a tug on my other hand. I look behind me to see someone in rad suit tugging on the wires I'm trailing. Julie?
The voices in me earpiece snap into focus. Both Dr Shaw and Julie talking over each other, individual words unintelligible, but I get the general gist anyway.
I nod to Julie in the rad suit and start making my way back.
By the time I reach the door again I'm no longer glowing and I feel like I just finished the boston marathon. Julie ushers me back to where my clothes are
and sits me down. A quick check of a device on her wrist and the helmet comes off.
"Hey Lisa, you with us?" I nod tiredly at her question.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Lets not do that again." My voice is rough past my dry throat and my muscles ache. Julie helps me shrug off the lab coat and
starts to remove the sensors. The air is chilly as my sweat evaporates. The blast of cold air brings something else to my attention, sweat is not the only
thing I'm dripping with. I'm saved from the embarrassment of a full body blush only because my skin is already flushed with exertion. I quickly cross
my legs and pull on my shirt but, this close Julie couldn't have missed the smell.
She doesn't say anything besides "come on, lets get you home." as she passes me my pants and underthings. Taking off my shirt to put on the bra
seems like too much work, so it gets stuffed into an inside jacket pocket. Once the jacket is on, Julie leads me back to the Portable Transport Ring on the
floor and tells Dr Shaw "I'm taking lisa home."
Dr Shaw looks like he might say something but Julie's glare shuts him up. I'm going to owe her a dinner for that, but right now I don't care.
It's a quick transport back to the hospital and Julie drives me home. The car ride is blessedly silent and I manage to keep myself from squirming in the
seat too much. At my apartment door I assure her that will be fine, but she says she'll be back later to check on me anyway.
Once I'm inside the clothes get left in a trail to the shower. The hot water is glorious and it's the first time in seven months I don't light up
the bathroom.
I manage to make a cursory effort to dry off and I don't remember hitting the bed.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
(warning: some vague naughty bits at the end)
--------------------
Gamma Emission:
Fissionable Goods (pt 2)
Teleporting from the hospital to somewhere else is not normally done, but it is possible. From what I understand the capability was designed into the system
before the use of transponder tags became widespread. It was planned that an emergency medical team could be deployed as long as there was one signal to lock
onto, enabling a first responder on scene to quickly and effectively get the necessary equipment onsite. As the use of transponders grew in the hero ranks
recalling them to the hospital became a much better idea, instead of sending doctors into hot zones. But the capability is still there, and I was grateful for
it today.
As the control room to the Terra Volta Reactor faded into view I noticed it seemed a lot more crowded then the last time I remembered. Stepping out of the
Portable Transport Ring on the floor and looking around confirmed my first impressions. Dr Shaw somehow managed to cram half the sensor equipment from an OR
into here.
"Ahh, there you are Lisa." Dr. Shaw greeted me as he stepped around a particularly large machine, the function of which I couldn't guess at.
"I trust your feeling up to this?"
"Up to what? I'm still not sure why we are here." Thought I could guess, I wasn't particularly eager too.
Dr Shaw shot Julie a questioning glance. Her only response was an impish "What? I didn't want to ruin the surprise."
Returning his focus to me, Dr. Shaw straighten his lab coat and assumed his 'I'm going to tell you something your probably not going to like, but
it's not my fault' stance that I have grown to recognize from my time in the radiology department. "Your Hero Corps liaison was worried that you
have outgrown your current level of residential shielding and wanted us to reassess your capabilities."
"And your going to figure this out by having me prance around the reactor without any shielding?" I heard a snicker off to my right and figured that
Julie had achieved her objective, seeing me stuck somewhere between astonishment and disbelief. I'd been in there before, but that was because some idiotic
sky raiders got it into their heads that taking over the reactor was a good idea. That didn't mean I wanted to spend any more time than necessary having
massive doses of radiation pass through my flesh. Some small part of mind still worried that I would wake up one day riddled with cancer. It hadn't
happened yet, and there where no signs of it ever happening, but that didn't mean I wanted to flaunt my potential immunity in Fate's face.
Seeing that I didn't blame him for upcoming insanity Dr. Shaw relaxed and launched into a explanation "Well not necessarily prancing, but we do hope
to gather some concrete data points on how your internal critical point is influenced by -"
"Stop," I interrupted him "just stop. I'll read the results myself when we are done." Or I'll try to and have Julie explain all the
bits I don't understand to me.
Dr Shaw frowned for a moment. He had most likely spent most of this morning crafting an explanation that sounded reasonable enough on the surface, but
contained enough technical terminology that even Julie would have a hard time telling him why this was a bad idea. It was a tactic I had grown far too familiar
with when we where trying to figure out what was going on in the beginning. The frown didn't last very long though. He smiled and gestured to Julie,
"Julie will help you get outfitted while I finalize the setup with Mr Oaklow."
I hadn't even noticed the technician before, he was wedged in between two large racks of equipment. He had time to give me an abortive wave as Julie pulled
me out of sight behind something resembling the bastard child of a MRI and an ECMO.
"You realize you owe me dinner for not warning me about this." I insisted as I started to strip.
"Sure," Julie acquiesced while affixing a variety of sensors to my chest, head, arms and legs. "And your going to tell me in excruciating detail
what you did to get a UPM on your record. You have better control than that."
"Oh am I?" I challenged with a small blush. Explaining the circumstances behind my Unexpected Power Manifestation wasn't something I was eager to
do, even with as close a friend as Julie.
"Yes you are." she insisted. "Cause I made sure that Denis had other things to take care of right now."
"Oh, you are a life saver" I laughed as I gave her a quick hug.
"Yeah, Yeah. I know" Julie said as she handed me a lab coat to cover up with. "Now get out there and get me my doctoral thesis." Her last
statement was only partially in jest. She was working on better designed sensors and protective gear for radiation. I probably would play a large part in the
final outcome, but it was a small price to pay for the rational insight and patient explanations she brought to my powers.
I tied the lab coat closed, picked up the myriad of wires I was now trailing, and walked back to see Dr Shaw and Mr Oaklow going over a checklist.
"All set?" Dr Shaw asked. I nodded and handed me a headset. "This should keep us in contact while you are in the reactor. If at any time you
feel something go wrong, just say so and we can port you back to OR-5C."
I put on the headset and gave a gruff "sure". OR-5C is the operating room used for heavily radioactive (or potentially heavily radioactive) patients.
I spent my first 3 days there after found out about my powers, stressed out enough to make the wards shimmer on the walls, floor and ceiling. I was the best
place for me if I lost control, but it doesn't mean I like the room.
Stepping into the main reactor sent a shiver up my spine and caused my pulse to quicken. I tightened my grip on the wires I was trailing and ignored Dr
Shaw's voice buzzing in my ear. I could do this. I wasn't going to explode. My cells weren't going to rupture. I was going to be fine.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. Breath. I realize I don't feel lightheaded. I'm ok.
The chatter in my ear resolves itself to be tentatively worried questions from Dr Shaw. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I'm not sure if I'm
tell him that or myself. I take a second to gather my bearings.
"My pulse is slightly elevated, aside from that I feel normal" They probably know better than I do just how high my pulse is, but the running
commentary helps to calm me down. Another ten meters in and something else wiggles it's way into my consciousness. "I feel like I just had cup of
coffee. Almost perky." And it's true, even though the last caffeine I had was last night. I went coffee-less this morning due to the impending
physical. If the worst that happens is a caffeine buzz I'd be a very happy camper.
Twenty meters more and I notice the next change. "I'm feel like I'm jogging" My pulse is faster then before, and my breathing is a steady in
and out by the lungful. Dr Shaw's voice is an encouraging hum.
Another thirty meters and I'm half way there. It no longer feels like a light jog. I mange to get out "Feel, like, sprinting" between breaths.
The voice in my ear mentions something about this being plenty of data. But I don't care so much any more. I'm out of breath and I feel great.
Three quarters of the way there. I don't spare the breath to talk. This must be what they mean when they talk about a 'runners high'. There's a
bounce in my step and I'd take a lap around the reactor if it wasn't for the wires in my hand. I reach up to wipe a bead of sweat out of my eyes and I
notice my hand is glowing. neat.
I'm twenty meters away from the reactor now. My blood is singing in my ears and my lungs burn. Why did I think this was a bad idea again? My muscles feel
like I used them too much, or maybe that's not enough. I hold my hand in front of my face and don't see much of a difference between it and the
reactor. There's a tug on my other hand. I look behind me to see someone in rad suit tugging on the wires I'm trailing. Julie?
The voices in me earpiece snap into focus. Both Dr Shaw and Julie talking over each other, individual words unintelligible, but I get the general gist anyway.
I nod to Julie in the rad suit and start making my way back.
By the time I reach the door again I'm no longer glowing and I feel like I just finished the boston marathon. Julie ushers me back to where my clothes are
and sits me down. A quick check of a device on her wrist and the helmet comes off.
"Hey Lisa, you with us?" I nod tiredly at her question.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Lets not do that again." My voice is rough past my dry throat and my muscles ache. Julie helps me shrug off the lab coat and
starts to remove the sensors. The air is chilly as my sweat evaporates. The blast of cold air brings something else to my attention, sweat is not the only
thing I'm dripping with. I'm saved from the embarrassment of a full body blush only because my skin is already flushed with exertion. I quickly cross
my legs and pull on my shirt but, this close Julie couldn't have missed the smell.
She doesn't say anything besides "come on, lets get you home." as she passes me my pants and underthings. Taking off my shirt to put on the bra
seems like too much work, so it gets stuffed into an inside jacket pocket. Once the jacket is on, Julie leads me back to the Portable Transport Ring on the
floor and tells Dr Shaw "I'm taking lisa home."
Dr Shaw looks like he might say something but Julie's glare shuts him up. I'm going to owe her a dinner for that, but right now I don't care.
It's a quick transport back to the hospital and Julie drives me home. The car ride is blessedly silent and I manage to keep myself from squirming in the
seat too much. At my apartment door I assure her that will be fine, but she says she'll be back later to check on me anyway.
Once I'm inside the clothes get left in a trail to the shower. The hot water is glorious and it's the first time in seven months I don't light up
the bathroom.
I manage to make a cursory effort to dry off and I don't remember hitting the bed.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy