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Who: Doc Holliday and Nitrous
What: Doc has some things to tell Nitrous....
Where: Nitrous' place
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: TBD
Note: Borrowed Kate for a bit, Via Lucky's permission
Status: Incomplete

Since Kate had showed up it had been nothin' but a wild ride. It was since mid-February that things got a little shifty. Whatever love drunk spell she'd been under had cost him an entire afternoon and a roll in the stable hay. He wasn't proud of it, but he also hadn't fessed up to Nicole. Each time he got the words to come out, he just thought about all the good she'd brought to his life. He was also still livin' under her roof. If he canned things with her he lost a place to stay and his job. It wasn't like he had the greatest of reputations either.

They'd been out for the afternoon when both their schedules were clear. He took her to lunch, it was nice and dandy. It had been months, perhaps Kate had gotten off her rocker and moved on to the next wealthy businessman she could find. She was good at being a leech. It seemed though these days he felt more of one to Nicole than he intended. He was settling into old habits, an' it was gonna blow up on his face eventually. They'd been headin' back to the apartment when there out of everyone in the city, his ex came into view. He tried to urge Nicole to go a different way, pretend there was some store he had to go in. He did like nicely tailored clothes. That wasn't a far stretch. Things got more sketchy when Kate actually spoke. She might have played polite but he knew better. He expected her to throw it out there in the open, but he should have known Kate wanted to play hardball. Let him writhe in the guilt and fess up. He couldn't be himself with that kind of thing sittin' heavy on him.

"Want some tea darlin'?" he asked once they'd gotten inside the apartment. He needed tea with a drop of whiskey is what he needed. She'd have known somethin' was up the moment he'd mentioned tea. Doc didn't drink tea.

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He'd thought he'd hid himself quite well, but immortals like himself had a keen sense of picking out things easily. They'd all been around for a while, lies and betrayals were nothing new.

Doc put the kettle onto the stove with the water, resting his hip against the side of the counter he turned to look at her with one cocked brow. "No, sugar nothin's wrong." He'd forgotten the blasted tea bag.

"Uh-huh," Nitrous said, eyeing the tea. Either Doc had no idea how tea actually worked (which was a possibility), or he was very distracted.

"Hey! You want to do something fun?" Nitrous asked perkily. "You want some of me? We can be silly and watch movies!"

"Shit," he muttered looking in the cabinets for the tea bags. When he finally found them he was fumbling all over the place.

He set out a few glasses (two mis-matched mugs) on the counter beside the stove. At her excitement he placed his hand down with a howl. That had not been countertop. The burn was just a shot back to reality. He waved it in the air from the sting. "Some of you?" He got some of her, what did she mean?

"Ack!" Nitrous fluttered over to him because shifty or not, she didn't want Doc to burn his hand off. "Well now you definitely need some. And I meant nitrous oxide, silly! What I really am."

He turned on the sink for some cold water, though he could hardly remember what they said about burns. If it was cold or hot. If ice really helped. Or butter. There were a ton of different 'remedies' for burns. His remedy would always be whiskey.

"Oh," he tried to give a smile but his face twinged at the burn, finally sticking his hand under water.

"Here," Nitrous said, turning both handles of the sink so the water would be cool. "You don't want it to be cold, cold will make it even worse."

She reached into the kitchen drawer that she used to store packs of balloons. She loved balloons. She probably would have loved them even if they weren't an extremely convenient way of transporting nitrous oxide. They floated!

No, focus, she told herself sternly. Nitrous opened the packet, took a deep breath, and then began blowing up a balloon. She breathed out pure nitrous oxide, little bouncing particles of herself. She pinched the end of the balloon closed when it was full enough.

"Here! Handy dandy painkiller plus happiness," Nitrous said, offering him the balloon. That part was totally true, she was great at numbing pain!

Once his burn had been run under the water he dried it off gently just in time to be given a balloon. He shouldn't have been so stunned by it, but in all this time of dating her, he hadn't ever had this experience. It was completely random.

"Jus' suck it in?" He sounded so outdated like he didn't know what to do with a balloon.

Nitrous giggled. "Yeah, just breathe it in. Big breaths! Oh, maybe lean against the counter, I'm not great for balance." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll find some aloe for you, in the meantime!"

It was a stretch but Doc did as she asked. It was the gentleman thing to do. He just wasn't sure what he was gonna expect, but couldn't be as bad as a bullet. Doc stood against the counter, balancing himself as he pinched the balloon and sucked in the air. His cheeks puffed up before he snorted and swallowed in the air. It wasn't long before he felt like he was a kite in the air.

Nitrous was in the bathroom grabbing the aloe from the medicine cabinet when she felt Doc breathe her in. The feeling was unmistakeable. First, the rush of the lungs and their empty, grasping spaces, then the steady flow through is veins, and then bright, constant lightning storm of neurons that was the brain. Chemistry made wonderfully organic. Nitrous smiled and giggled.

The smile faded very quickly as she saw the thoughts skittering just below the surface in Doc's mind. Kate. Valentine's Day. And several months of lying straight to her face.

She marched out into the kitchen to find Doc leaning against the counter, giggling. Voice tight, she asked, "Better?"