( Cristina does know that Cordelia warned about something crawling out of the shadows and now Alex is missing. She's not following the man with a gun. She just stays close to Meredith.
She can read a room, not wanting to leave Alex behind. They're a team. As much as they get on each others' nerves. )
Who is Sam protecting us from?
("Or is it more a what?" Meredith asks. She doesn't know why she's asking. It's her sixth sense. )
I'm not sure. But probably more a what. All kinds of things can hang out in an abandoned building like this.
[Everything from vampires to shapeshifters to ghouls.
Unfortunately for Alex, it may be a little of the last one.
Cordy continues to herd the two of them towards the door, out into the more open space of the parking lot, but there are still shadows to contend with, enough that she's still scanning the parking lot for trouble.]
( Cristina gapes at Meredith and then at Cordelia.
"All kinds of things?" And back at Meredith. "All kinds of things?")
She said all kinds of things.
( Meredith does take note of the car as both women follow her, still worried about their friend back inside.
Cristina stops short, shaking her head.
"No. No. I'm not taking another step further or getting in that relic until you explain to me what's going on, where Alex is, and why we're not in Seattle anymore.")
Well, you're not going to like my questions to most of those.
[But she'll try. Cordelia is nothing if not a teller of the truth.]
I don't know where Alex is. That's why Sam went to find him. And why you're not in Seattle anymore is a very long story, but ... basically there's a pile of different worlds out there, all variations of each other and a very powerful being is cleaning house on as many of them as he can. Sometimes, people from those worlds are falling into this one. I think that's what happened to you.
( How is that better. She looks to Meredith, back at Cordelia. Agape again. It feels like just yesterday Meredith lost her panties at prom. Or, had her near death experience. She was just on her honeymoon. She snorkeled!
"Not quite," Mer says apologetically. "Did you know we... fell?" Is that what it's called? Does she believe this? Well, she's been to the afterlife, she's pretty sure. What's a parallel world. She'll get to asking if their world is still there. Izzie. George.)
("I think she sounds insane and that we should admit her to psych, except psych is in Seattle and we're in front of freaking St. Cecilia's. In --")
Kansas. ( They say together. ) I had a - near-death experience and saw former patients of mine. And, then my mom who died as I was being saved. This is weirder.
And I honestly don't mean to rush you but just because your friend got grabbed in the hospital doesn't mean that the thing that took him can't come out of the hospital so can we please get in the car where it's moderately safer?
[Cordy nods before sliding into the front seat and reaching for the hilt of the sword she left in the front seat. She doesn't bring it completely into view because they seem to be reacting strongly to weapons, but just in case.
And with that we will swing back around to poor Alex Karev, who has been pulled into a foul smelling pocket of the hospital. A heavy weight moves over him, and fucked up teeth appear in a wide smile.
"Dude was not kidding. This looks like it's going to be some good eating."]
[The creature's head snaps back (8), and it groans in response, bell fully rung. Something scuffle's off to Alex's side and as he gets out from under his captor, he sees two more similar looking creatures preparing to circle.
"Go ahead," one of them grins. "It's more fun when dinner fights back."]
( He tries to crawl away, but he only manages to half crab-walk, before making his best attempt to pull himself up. (13) has him upright at least again. )
[And there are more of them than there are of Sam. Also none of them (8, 7, 11) are able to draw a direct line between Sam and Winchester, so they just think there's so much more for them to eat.
[Sam shoots again (17 vs. 11) at the one he's already injured, this time nailing the headshot at close enough range that it does the job. The body drops and he turns his attention to the other two ghouls.]
You can let us go, or you can wind up like your friend. Your choice.
[One does seem to be intimidated enough (14 vs. 4), slinking back from the guy with the gun, but the other (14 vs. 19) doesn't seem so swayed. "Only gun. I think we can take you."
It charges, trying to sink it's teeth into Sam's wrist (6 vs. 10), but Sam slinks back, keeping his gun between them.]
( A quirk of the eyebrow, because that doesn't translate in his mind at all, except, for "teeth" and "slithery." And there's a smell.
He tries to intimidate the best he can, breathing a little heavier than he should. (15) )
I'd listen to the guy with the gun.
( When it doesn't listen, Alex takes his stethoscope out of his pocket and tries to wrap it around the ghoul's neck to keep its ghoul fangs from Sam. (17) )
[It can't slip from Alex's grasp (11), and Sam is able to point blank lock in on the head.]
Duck.
[That's directed to Alex. Sam takes the shot (nat 20 vs. 16), and while it tries to wrench away, it's not enough to keep from doing the damage it needs to do and the second body drops.]
Yep. Seems like they've been lurking here for a while.
[He glances up and sees that the third has disappeared completely, but that may not be for long. He takes Alex by the shoulder and nudges him gently towards the door. He and Dean will have to come back and clear out the rest of the nest later.]
C'mon. We don't want to still be here when the other guy comes back with backup.
They're cannibals that like to take the face of their victims. An abandoned hospital probably gets them a lot of easy meals.
[Teenagers who think it's a cool place to go out and fuck around, and accidentally wind up ghoul food. Then they head back to their homes and take out the rest of the family.
Ghouls always suck.]
I've had a lot of practice. My dad taught me when I was a kid.
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She can read a room, not wanting to leave Alex behind. They're a team. As much as they get on each others' nerves. )
Who is Sam protecting us from?
( "Or is it more a what?" Meredith asks. She doesn't know why she's asking. It's her sixth sense. )
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[Everything from vampires to shapeshifters to ghouls.
Unfortunately for Alex, it may be a little of the last one.
Cordy continues to herd the two of them towards the door, out into the more open space of the parking lot, but there are still shadows to contend with, enough that she's still scanning the parking lot for trouble.]
We're heading to the muscle car there.
[She points to the Impala.]
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"All kinds of things?" And back at Meredith. "All kinds of things?" )
She said all kinds of things.
( Meredith does take note of the car as both women follow her, still worried about their friend back inside.
Cristina stops short, shaking her head.
"No. No. I'm not taking another step further or getting in that relic until you explain to me what's going on, where Alex is, and why we're not in Seattle anymore." )
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[But she'll try. Cordelia is nothing if not a teller of the truth.]
I don't know where Alex is. That's why Sam went to find him. And why you're not in Seattle anymore is a very long story, but ... basically there's a pile of different worlds out there, all variations of each other and a very powerful being is cleaning house on as many of them as he can. Sometimes, people from those worlds are falling into this one. I think that's what happened to you.
[But she doesn't know for sure.]
Better?
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"Not quite," Mer says apologetically. "Did you know we... fell?" Is that what it's called? Does she believe this? Well, she's been to the afterlife, she's pretty sure. What's a parallel world. She'll get to asking if their world is still there. Izzie. George. )
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[Wind up somewhere you don't want to be.]
Look, we don't really know how. It's kind of above our paygrade. We've just been dealing with the fallout.
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( Than the fallout. She looks at Cristina. )
Do you think we fell through into another world?
( "I think she sounds insane and that we should admit her to psych, except psych is in Seattle and we're in front of freaking St. Cecilia's. In --" )
Kansas. ( They say together. ) I had a - near-death experience and saw former patients of mine. And, then my mom who died as I was being saved. This is weirder.
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[She doesn't mean to be unsympathetic.]
And I honestly don't mean to rush you but just because your friend got grabbed in the hospital doesn't mean that the thing that took him can't come out of the hospital so can we please get in the car where it's moderately safer?
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Meredith weighs a decision that really is a no-brainer. )
We should get in the car. She doesn't have a gun. And Alex disappeared. And we might be in Kansas.
( "I'm going to start calling you Dorothy," Cristina replies, agreeing. The two women follow her to the car and pull into the backseat. )
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And with that we will swing back around to poor Alex Karev, who has been pulled into a foul smelling pocket of the hospital. A heavy weight moves over him, and fucked up teeth appear in a wide smile.
"Dude was not kidding. This looks like it's going to be some good eating."]
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Dude, I'm not for anyone's eating.
( He tries to take a swing at head and not teeth, (nat 20 CRITICAL HIT) )
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"Go ahead," one of them grins. "It's more fun when dinner fights back."]
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Not dinner.
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Not at all.
[Sam is standing in the doorway, gun out, moving towards where Alex is standing to put himself between Alex and the creatures.]
You okay?
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He can also hold his own, but he can recognize being outnumbered. And he is not feeling cocky. )
Sam, X-Files shadow-cannibals.
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[And there are more of them than there are of Sam. Also none of them (8, 7, 11) are able to draw a direct line between Sam and Winchester, so they just think there's so much more for them to eat.
[Sam shoots again (17 vs. 11) at the one he's already injured, this time nailing the headshot at close enough range that it does the job. The body drops and he turns his attention to the other two ghouls.]
You can let us go, or you can wind up like your friend. Your choice.
[One does seem to be intimidated enough (14 vs. 4), slinking back from the guy with the gun, but the other (14 vs. 19) doesn't seem so swayed. "Only gun. I think we can take you."
It charges, trying to sink it's teeth into Sam's wrist (6 vs. 10), but Sam slinks back, keeping his gun between them.]
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He tries to intimidate the best he can, breathing a little heavier than he should. (15) )
I'd listen to the guy with the gun.
( When it doesn't listen, Alex takes his stethoscope out of his pocket and tries to wrap it around the ghoul's neck to keep its ghoul fangs from Sam. (17) )
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Duck.
[That's directed to Alex. Sam takes the shot (nat 20 vs. 16), and while it tries to wrench away, it's not enough to keep from doing the damage it needs to do and the second body drops.]
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Alex stumbles away, still half crouched, watching the body. It doesn't move. Stashing his stethoscope again, he pushes himself to his feet. )
I'm fine. Just a little roughed up.
( He runs a hand along his hairline, finding fresh blood. That was from hitting the ground and being taken. Otherwise, he's in shape. )
Ghouls, huh?
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[He glances up and sees that the third has disappeared completely, but that may not be for long. He takes Alex by the shoulder and nudges him gently towards the door. He and Dean will have to come back and clear out the rest of the nest later.]
C'mon. We don't want to still be here when the other guy comes back with backup.
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( In Kansas. Yeah, alright, he's not so hurt that he can't walk off the rug burn he's probably sporting underneath his scrubs. )
You're a good shot.
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[Teenagers who think it's a cool place to go out and fuck around, and accidentally wind up ghoul food. Then they head back to their homes and take out the rest of the family.
Ghouls always suck.]
I've had a lot of practice. My dad taught me when I was a kid.
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( Ghouls do suck. He knows the answer to the question, but he asks, anyway. )
Your old man taught you? ( What kind of childhood. Better than his? ) To kill cannibals that steal faces?
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[So yes. And no, probably not better than yours. His dad still sucked.]
There's a ... variety, let's say.
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( Like his something his little brother would've been in. )
Thanks. For the assist.
( The save, but okay, Alex. )
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