Get back home, things are wrong - Well, not really. It was bad all along.

[hostage]

Date & Time: June 18 - 20
Location: the hospital & catacombs
Characters: Jesse, Saul & OPEN to anyone who wants to run into them
Summary: Jesse drags Saul's ass to safety and then they hang out for a while.
Notes: First thread is for Jesse and Saul, start subsequent threads for visiting.
Warnings: Jesse's high, Saul's sick. It's probably a little gross.

[Jesse's already been at Saul's side for days, ever since he was brought to the hospital. At first, the only thing he's worried about is the illness itself and the possibility that Walter White might stop by to speed the process along, so to speak. Then comes the United Earth's transmission, and then the alert that bombing is imminent. Still, Saul's condition is so bad that Jesse doesn't want to evacuate him until it's absolutely necessary. It's one of those tough decisions: what if the bombs never come but the stress of it all makes Saul even sicker? He opts to keep watch instead - already wearing a ventilator to keep from getting infected, anyway - and to listen for the sounds he's come to know so well by now.

When he hears the first distant rumbles, he gets to his feet immediately and reaches out to shake Saul's shoulders.]

Wake up. Wake up, Saul. We gotta go.

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[Jesse ignores her. He keeps on staring at Saul. Because silently willing him to wake up is enough, right? Well, he doesn't know what else to do.]

[legal_eagle]

[She sets it down, raises an elegant middle finger to him, and then drops her hand.]

So who's the guy.

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[Curtly:]

I dunno.

[legal_eagle]

Yeah, you seem to have mistaken me for someone stupid. Answer me or I'll ask Saul, and I'll ask him repeatedly until he has a stroke.

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I guess you better, 'cause I don't got a clue.

[legal_eagle]

Cool.

[She runs a hand through her hair, takes a breath, huffs it out, and takes Saul's hand and speaks down to his motionless form.]

Hey, Goodman. So how did Pinkman here save your life?

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[He doesn't respond.

Because he is unconscious.

You stupid assholes.]

[legal_eagle]

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[Jesse looks away from her, down to Saul. She's trying to goad him and he won't fall for it. He's sat through this for hours in the interrogation room, plenty of times, and never said a word. Jesse Pinkman is no snitch.]

[legal_eagle]

Because that's all going to go to shit soon, huh?

[She smiles sweetly down at him, eyes never leaving Saul's face, though her focus is one hundred percent on Jesse.]

Someone both you and Jesse know. Someone involved in drugs, then, isn't he? Someone bad, a real son of a bitch. I know the sorts of people you get scared of when you're wrapped up in drugs. I know what happens to people like you, too. Defense attorneys in just a little too deep.

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[Jesse's not biting. Saul made a mistake telling her about it. He wouldn't actually want her to know. He wouldn't have said anything if he wasn't sick. Jesse knows that. He grinds his teeth and keeps his mouth shut.]

[legal_eagle]

First murder case I worked, actually, first year with the D.A. They'd actually flayed a man. Flayed him alive. Tied him down. Stripped flesh from fat and then fat from muscle. No shit, it was a defense attorney in your exact position. Defended one of the gang's enemies.

[Totally made up, of course, but she's a better liar than Jesse Pinkman. You wouldn't know it.]

Poor fucker had no one watching his back. But I guess you have someone really steadfast, don't you? Sweet reliable Jesse.

[5055034455]

[So maybe Sonya's watching Saul's face closely enough to realize he's stopped breathing.

Or maybe she's not. It's kind of subtle.

But he can go a few minutes without oxygen, right? Especially if Jesse and Sonya are still talking. Saul's not rude; he'd never want to interrupt a conversation.

Except oh wait he totally would and also he is now officially dying.

But, please.

By all means. Continue.]

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[Jesse notices. Jesse sure as fuck notices, because he hasn't taken his eyes off Saul for a second while Sonya's been working him. And while her words were getting to him, yeah, he completely forgets about them the moment he sees that Saul's chest isn't rising and falling anymore. If she's in his way, he's shoving her out of it.]

No -

[Jesse grabs Saul by the shoulders and shakes him.]

No, no, no... Saul? Wake up!

[legal_eagle]

What the fuck -

[And then Sonya notices the problem. Fuck - fuck fuck fuck - For a moment, she's paralyzed with terror, and she thinks - this isn't her fucking job, this isn't her fucking life, she's just supposed to be a fucking lawyer, she should be at her office now - she should just be going into her office, right about now, she should be writing do not touches on her lunch in the office fridge and tabbing out case files and preparing for court and hating how Tom Landis stares at her tits when he talks and feeling guilty every time she skips prayer and -

Shit. Shit shit. She realizes - ]

Cockwit! Stop, stop -

[She shoves him back in turn, then reaches down to pry his hands off.]

Get a doctor, get - someone -

[And - shit, Saul's sick, he's really sick, she's going to get righteously fucked up herself from this - but at once she tilts his head back to access his airway, presses open his jaw, clamps shut his nose, and swoops down to fix her lips on his, exhaling steadily into him.]

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[Jesse stumbles back when she pushes him, nearly falling over, and it takes him about as long to regain his mental bearings as it does to catch his balance. For about two seconds, he's paralyzed with panic and he can't even hear her words over the buzzing in his ears.

And then he realizes what she's doing, and it's her shoulders he's grabbing to pull her away before she infects herself:]

Stop, you crazy bitch!

[Where he's even getting the strength to throw her off of Saul, he doesn't know. But he does. And then he takes her place instead, only this time he's doing chest compressions instead of mouth-to-mouth because -]

They don't teach that anymore! It doesn't work!

[legal_eagle]

[What the actual shit is wrong with him? What the actual shit? Get a doctor, she says to him, and instead he decides he's going to swing his cock all over the place and show her who's in charge, never mind that she's fucking CPR certified and he's a fucking meth-mouth junkie. She's pissed, really really fucking pissed, over what she takes to be his ego and self-righteousness, and for a moment she genuinely thinks about walking away just to teach him a lesson about needing to be the big man in charge.

But Saul deserves better than that, even if this cunt doesn't. So she takes a breath to stare at him, to give him a look of the purest most withering contempt - ]

Fucking priorities.

[And then she's turning away, running for help that'll be a fucking sight better than this little shit's ego.]

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[Whether it's thanks to Jesse or Sonya or Saul's good fortune (ha), he comes sputtering back to life. It's not a pleasant scene — every short breath he manages comes with a tight rattle and a wet gasp and it's a good thing he's able to roll over and spit the bloody mess coming up from his lungs onto the floor, or else he'd either be choking on it or ruining Jesse's shirt.

So by the time Sonya returns with whoever she finds, Saul is back.

And he doesn't look too happy about it.]

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[Jesse could not have given a shit if Saul puked blood all over him. The only thing that matters is getting him breathing again, and once Jesse's managed that, he falls back and goes catatonic. Back to the wall, totally motionless, not looking at Saul or anything, really.]

[legal_eagle]

[And Sonya stares after him as he goes. Fucking drama queen. Fucking - She hates that she's even looking after him, because that's exactly what he wants, isn't it? Self-righteous, fucking wanting attention, acting the part of the wounded martyr to get it...It's a shocking fucking shame that an operator like Saul has fallen for this total bullshit. Guess even someone like him isn't immune to someone saving your ass.

She stays, gripping Saul's arm gently.]

Hey, hey. You back? [A little laugh - ] Your shark imitation really doesn't need to extend to you not needing air, Goodman.

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[That's the thing about Jesse, though. Saul was hooked when he realized he and Jesse were both in way too damn far over their heads back home, reeled in when he showed up here and had to face the guilt of all he helped do, and now he's sinking under the weight of Jesse's stupid loyalty.

He'd do anything for that kid.

Right now, though, his bleary focus is on Sonya. He glances up at her once the coughing has subsided, leaving in its place a hell of a lot of shallow wheezing. He almost feels like he should punch himself in the chest, like something's out of place and that'll fix it.

But moving is hard.]

Sorry.

[Yeah, that just sounds pathetic.]

[legal_eagle]

Yeah, I bet you are. You missed mouth-to-mouth.

[Her grin has regained a little bit of its flirtatious confidence.]

Lots of tongue. Very unprofessional. You doing okay?

[5055034455]

There's not supposed to be tongue involved. Jeez, were you that desperate?

[See? He's fine.]

The hell was all that yelling about? Where's — [One quick glance over to the side, and — oh. There's Jesse. Looking like a wreck again. Saul probably shouldn't feel guilty for almost dying since it wasn't his fault, but...]

[legal_eagle]

[She follows that sightline; her lip turns up for just a moment before she fixes that sunny grin on her face again.]

What can I say, Goodman? You're just irresistible. And you heard that yelling, huh? Were you faking?

[5055034455]

I wish.

[He sounds way too serious about that. But then he grabs her hand and his tone softens, though he's no less serious when he says:] Thanks.