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evey_w to blame.

Christopher Weihrauch cannot quite remember why he has come here, but he thinks it might have been important.
Safely ensconced in his arms, she regards the figure sitting at a table in the dimly lit room with mild interest.
Forsyth Linevan lifts his head from his hands, and finds Chris standing in the doorway holding a green…thing, which on seeing his face emits a small sound, and shrinks into Chris’ embrace.
His eyes widen when Chris coos to it in a comforting manner completely unbecoming of a member of the Obstinate Arrow.

“What’s that? The darkness around him frightens you? No, I don’t know him, but I’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you!”

“Chris, what on earth-”

His progress towards them is arrested by the sudden upswing of a halberd, almost near enough to knock him off his feet. Forsyth has never seen Chris glare at him with such intense passion, mouth set in a determined line; in fact, the only other time Chris had looked at him so directly was when he had asked Chris (after the assasination attempt)if he would defend him, and the elite Special Forces soldier had stared at him, astonished that he would have to ask such a thing.
Now his erstwhile protector is leveling a weapon at his head, the small creature clinging firmly to him with an imbecilic grin of pleasure, which Forsyth finds incredible, if only for the simple reason that he knows Chris’ training has left him averse to being touched, and more so to forming attachments.
Forsyth takes a deep breath, holds up his hands, and steps forward slowly as Chris’ eyes follow his every move. He lowers himself to Muu-chan's level, smiling for the first time that day as she opens her slitted eyes a crack and turns to him.

“How do you do? I’m sorry for startling you. My name is Forsyth. What’s yours?”

“Muu!”

“Nice to meet you, Muu-”

Before he can finish his sentence, a green blur flashes through the air and he catches a beaming Muu-chan by pure reflex, his wide eyes meeting Chris’ similarly shocked expression.

“Forsyth-sama! What is that you’re holding?!”

Please don't seal me in a rock

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Muu-chan sure is fickle, isn't she? :P I like how Forsyth dealt with the situation.

Fickle might be too mild a word for my Muu-chan muse, I'm afraid :)

And this just seemed like the way Forsyth would react to someone whom Chris was trying to protect, even a "rival".

It also sets the scene for a sequel, perhaps along the lines of our previous discussion (http://www.livejournal.com/community/sutepri_love/5523.html#cutid1/) :p

Perhaps someone else might be persuaded to write the make-up(out?) scene; if not, Muu-chan might just decide that she would like to notch another one up on her multi-universal bishie tally ^_^

Perhaps someone else might be persuaded to write the make-up(out?) scene

. . . meaning me, I suppose? IT WOULD TAKE ONE HELL OF A BRIBE, I'll tell you what. I'm afraid I'm just too intimidated by your superior grasp on Muu-chan's characterization.

And you know what? I'm really sortay curious about how everyone ELSE reacted when they saw a weird little green thing meandering up to Chris and taking his hands. AND MAKING HIM BLUSH.

IT WOULD TAKE ONE HELL OF A BRIBE

Now, now, who said anything about bribes? :)
I merely meant Chris making up with Forsyth *niko-niko*
One might have thought the *terror* of Muu-chan taking up with Forsyth would have been sufficient. ^_^

your superior grasp on Muu-chan's characterization
Oh, surely not, none will ever understand the true depths of Muu-chan's angstful soul! :p

I'm really sortay curious about how everyone ELSE reacted when they saw a weird little green thing meandering up to Chris and taking his hands. AND MAKING HIM BLUSH.

Don't give me ideas. Or was that the intention?

One might have thought the *terror* of Muu-chan taking up with Forsyth would have been sufficient. ^_^

. . . I hate you.

Short And Sweet

He will never know what came over him, nor does he yet realize what the green thing is.

The last he remembers is hearing a noise in the clearing, then finding himself standing in a doorway opposite Forsyth.

He is involuntarily forced to his knees by an excruciating throbbing in his head, followed by flashes of memory:
Farfal lowering her weapon and staring at him curiously;
Raquel’s half-shocked, half-amused look;
Shannon regarding him with an expression which he thinks might have been understanding.
But Winia’s face was unreadable, her eyes and voice too bright as she turned away from him with slumped shoulders, her mouth set in the same expression as when he had walked right past her through the gates of his house.

When Chris is able to raise his head, Forsyth is looking at the creature, and his eyes are sad as he says with a smile,

“Pacifica, isn’t it?”

THE DALEKS MADE ME DO IT *runs away*