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Wilson and House had been up the whole night, between hourly checks on Rory, Marty and Logan they had -laughably- tried to relieve each other for a few hours of sleep but each had been too keyed up to take advantage and after the first try had given up.

The oncologist had quietly worked on paperwork in between rounds, while House had played with his gameboy. For the moment, neither had brought up the subject of what had just happened with the other, it was just all too confusing and in the end, not important to delivering medical attention. In some ways, it was better that they didn't have the details, that would just confuse the focus.

As morning dawned, Wilson had taken advantage of a quick break to grab a shower and clean the blood off his skin and out of his hair. He'd come back and tagged House out, firmly suggesting that the older doctor needed to put some intense heat therapy on that bad leg of his...and also demanding -in a loving manner- that House make coffee.

When House headed off towards the little apartment, Wilson began to run rounds once more.

[ooc: For the sake of my sanity, please put all 'Morning after' comments into this post. I'll have threads up for all the sickies as soon as LJ lets me. Thank you! :)]

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"Up to Plan X," Logan said. "I think it should involve plutonium. See ya, Parker."

"I think we can order some on-line." She smile slightly. "In case I didn't say it? I'm extremely glad you're both okay." She nodded. "Later, Echolls. See you tomorrow, Rory. Sleep well."

She waved from the door, Zero said something incomprehensible in Cat, and they wre gone.

Rory waved, and settled back against her pillow, sighing. "Plutonium?"

"Radioactive," Logan explained. "That's kinda like fire, right?"

"Sort of. Couldn't we just...light him on fire though? And maybe cut off his head," she mused. "And I really want to make him beg. Make him feel helpless."

"We'll do that," Logan promised. "I'll hurt him a whole bunch, just for you."

"Good," Rory said quietly. "And make him feel worthless, too. I want him to be scared."

"He'll piss his leather pants in fear," Logan agreed.

"We should somehow involve genital mutilation," Rory said pensively. "He seems to be rather fond of that whole area."

Logan flinched a little at the memory. "I'll cut his cock off piece by piece," he said coldly.

"And I'm thinking maybe a little branding with crosses. Make some pretty designs." Rory chewed her lip. "And maybe a little dental work, because the pain doesn't have to be vamp-specific."

"That's my girl," Logan said, kissing her on the forehead. "Maybe you should get some rest now?"

"Rest is good," Rory agreed, yawning a little. "We can make up more plans in the morning. Probably should start using letters from the Greek alphabet when we run out of the Latin one."

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