Fourth Dispatch - [voice]/[action]

[captainhornblower]

(After this [log rated R for violence]

Italics should be considered to be coming from Archie's journal, as it has been left open and on, but Horatio does not know this.)


[Footsteps approached the door, and it opened.]

Archie, I'm--

Archie! Archie!

[The man speaking hurried over and dropped down. His hand covered the fingers on the display for a moment before it slid up, pressing against the wrist. A pulse of some kind.]

Thank God... Archie. Archie, can you hear me? Archie!

God damn it.

What sort of bastard--

God damn it!

[He's on his feet, moving about. There's more than a bit of noise. Thuds and cracks. Things being discarded without care.

He approaches, sinks down beside his friend and throws open his own journal...]

Damn it. Bastard withcraft journal. Work, God damn it!


[He's gotten the voice on.

And instantly, his voice is calmer. He knows what he needs to do, even if his hands are shaking. Fabric is being ripped as he speaks, and he's half panting.]

D-Dr. McCoy.

Dr. McCoy, if you hear this, please. Please respond.

Archie-- Archie's hurt.

I need help.

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[captainhornblower]

[He doesn't know who he's writing to... but he's come to one conclusion.]

It was you.

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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Astute of you, Horatio Hornblower. The guilt party often comes back to the scene of the crime.

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[captainhornblower]

I will find you.

And when I find you-- God help me--, I will kill you. Or die trying.

[Stupid, stupid, stupid man. But his heart's in the right place...]

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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Let your vengeance fly swift and true, Horatio. I await it eagerly.

written

[captainhornblower]

[It's a long pause. And a change of subject, but he doesn't care.]

Why?

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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[To be honest, Grell doesn't even know anymore.]

Crime of passion, I suppose. I do hope he makes it as strange as that may be to hear from me.