"Come in," Travis called and Nahla entered. "Who's with her?" Travis asked.
Nahla sighed. "She's awake. Jace is trying to keep her there, but she wants out - now. And she's not taking 'no' for an answer." Michael and Travis got up and followed Nahla to Medlab. Michael took advantage of the commotion to replace the bottle of pills. Then he followed the others.
"I'm not staying, Jace. I've slept like you wanted, now let me go." Jace was doing his best to stall her and was relieved when reinforcements showed up.
"What's this? The tag team? One of you grabs my arms, the other one grabs my legs and Jace straps me down? That's not really fair, you know. Three against one. But if you want to try, go for it. I think I can do a fair amount of damage before you get me restrained," she challenged.
Sherry noticed Nahla's worried expression and laughed. "Don't worry, honey. I won't break anything important on your boyfriend."
"I want you to come to my office," Travis said, hoping to give Michael a chance to search her quarters before she went home.
"No thanks, Doc. I have other plans. I'm headin' out. If you want to talk, you know where I'll be." She walked up to Travis, kissed him, and then walked over to Michael. She studied his face a moment and smiled. "Can't have you feeling left out," and kissed him as well. Then she walked out and headed for her quarters.
They watched her walk away and then Travis turned to Nahla. "Did you find out anything else while she was sleeping?"
Nahla was reluctant to answer. She looked down to the floor, over to Jace, and then to Michael and Travis. Finally Jace spoke. "Sweetie, tell them. It's the only way we can help her."
Nahla resigned herself to that fact and nodded. "She was talking to you Travis, apologizing. I didn't catch everything, but the gist of it was that, because of her, you got pulled into Section."
Jace and Nahla exchanged glances and braced for the coming storm. Everyone had been tense the last week or so; not only in reaction to Sherry's attitude, but because they were waiting for one of two things to happen: either she would lose it completely or the hammer would drop from upstairs. Michael and Travis had taken on the bulk of the responsibility in helping her and the waiting and not knowing was making an already bad situation worse.
"I knew bringing you here would be nothing but trouble," Michael growled. "She had enough to deal with before you showed up."
"You mean like you?" Travis threw back at him. "And as for my 'showing up,' in case you've forgotten, Michael, that wasn't my choice. You people contacted me and said she had relapsed. I came to help her, not to become part of your insane cloak-and-dagger world. Unlike you, I don't live for the twisted little games you all play."
Jace tried to intervene. "Come on guys, now is not the time for your personal feud. You need to work together if you're going to help her. I assume you still want to help her?" he chided. Michael didn't even spare him a glance. Travis nodded in acknowledgment of the statement, but that was as far as it went.
Nahla knew things were getting out of hand. While Jace tried to reason with Michael and Travis, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
"Roarke, you'd better get down here to Medlab. Michael and Travis are about to get into it. Jace is trying to stop them, but they aren't listening to him." The phone clicked in her ear practically before she got the last word out. It didn't take long for Roarke to show up. He stood behind Nahla, neither man having seen his arrival.
Travis stepped closer to Michael, got in his face. "I think the real problem here is that you're worried. Afraid of a little competition, Michael? There's someone here now that's willing to commit to her. For some reason you can't, or won't, so you'd like nothing better than to blame me for everything that happens. That way you think you can get me out of her life. There's only one problem with your little plan, Michael. She knows better."
Michael held his ground and glared at Travis. "Does she? Her life hasn't exactly been a bed of roses since your arrival."
Travis had never wanted to hit anyone so badly in his life. "Oh and of course that's all my fault. If you ask me, you've done more than your fair share," he finished as the level of his voice began to rise.
Michael ignored the taunt. "Let me assure you, 'Doc'" he said as he mocked Sherry's nickname for Travis, "you aren't the first to try take her from me and you won't be the last."
"Oh, that's right, I forgot. You give her everything she needs, right? Total honesty, total security, total commitment. How could I have forgotten?" Travis shot back.
Roarke knew it was time to step in. "Let it go, Travis. Michael, back off." Roarke stepped between them. "This is getting you nowhere and it's definitely not helping Sherry. Now both of you take a step back and get yourselves under control." Both men held their ground for another minute and finally stepped back.
Roarke nodded. "Now, let's try doing something useful, shall we. What were you doing before you decided to act like a couple of jealous idiots?"
Jace quickly brought Roarke up to speed, giving the other two a little more time to cool down. He didn't think Roarke's choice of words was particularly helpful at the moment, but they seemed to be having the desired effect. He told Roarke about the dreams, ending with Travis' part in them.
Travis nodded. "I really thought she had gotten past that. She knows I don't blame her. She needs to forgive herself, although she really has nothing to forgive. None of these things are her fault."
Michael spoke up. "No, but she believes they are. Sophie died saving her. You helped her after the brainwashing, therefore putting you within Section's reach. She was used to lure you in. Being at the center of these things would make it difficult for anyone to believe they weren't responsible. And she's a sensitive person, more so than most."
Travis turned to Michael. "Well, I'm glad that you at least know that much about her." Roarke sighed, wondering if Travis had an unconscious death wish. Travis shook his head and continued. "It's no wonder she's having nightmares. It's a wonder she hasn't already snapped. I'll never understand why you people do these things to each other. But at least now I have somewhere to start."