Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Saturday

[badassprodigy]

You know, most teenaged boys would most likely spend their Saturdays sleeping in and going to the beach to watch attractive people in their bathing suits.

Barry was spending his time looking at the results of scientists who had "claimed" to map the human genome and laughing at all their inaccuracies.

Barry has different priorities. Sadly.

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"You need to put some alcohol on it or something," Kathy said, looking at the cut and frowning. "You can't mind-over-body yourself into not getting infected by whatever that cat has on its claws."

And if it was Pam and Cheryl's ocelot, that 'whatever' could encompass a whole slew of things, most of them unsavory.

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"Yeah, I've got a first aid kit over here," Barry said as he walked over to the kit and the ocelot ran off to... well probably mark more territory. "It's getting a fucking workout today."

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"Let me?" Kathy said, reaching out to take the first aid kit from him. "Future doctor in training here."

And she was feeling guilty that he'd gotten hurt in her defense. Speaking of...

"You do remember my superpower, right?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I remember your speed," Barry groaned but handed the kit over to Kathy. "It was a reflex thing."

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"You sure you're not a superhero?" Kathy teased lightly, pouring some disinfectant onto a cotton ball and dabbing his wound with it. "If your first reflex is to fling yourself between someone else and danger, you might have missed your calling."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I'm too fucking short," Barry retorted/joked. "And it's a reflex from dealing with my friend Jeremy back home. He'd gt into allkinds of shit and I'd have to pull him out of it."