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Well this was a fun un-outlined thingie that just happened :D. EXCITEMENT. DANGER. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I'm really enjoying these stream-of-consciousness writing jags I've been doing.

She couldn't wait. Phoebe's boots clunked on the metal floor as she raced from the cockpit of the ship down to her makeshift lab. It had been difficult to set something up that would be mobile, but at the same time actually useful to her, but she'd managed a balance, thanks to the efforts of the crew. Mostly thanks to Daisuke, if she had to be honest.

Daisuke.

Phoebe's breath hitched and she doubled her pace. He was the reason she was running at breakneck speed, clipping corners, misjudging them, and hitting her hips, her shoulders, her arms and hands and she didn't slow to dodge all the bulky parts of the ship standing out in her way. Daisuke needed help, simple as that. The crew was scattered: Ace was in the cockpit, desperately trying to keep the ship from crashing. Xiang was with Dai down in sickbay, keeping him alive - or so Phoebe prayed. Jules was tearing through every book he'd brought aboard and ripping through his notes, looking for any answers. But Fox...Phoebe swore as she skidded into the wall as the ship dove sickeningly. Fox was missing and that was almost as bad as Dai being injured. A missing Fox meant a lot of things and none of them good. It could mean betrayal. It could mean sabotage. It could mean he was hurt, or in trouble. But it meant Xiang was unfocused, and selfishly, Phoebe thought that meant he was distracted which could mean Dai's life was in further jeopardy. She shoved open the door to her lab and started grabbing things, anything that made sense. As she ran towards sickbay with her arms full, she thought Please Dai, just hold on. We'll save you.

But the expression on Xiang's face when she made in there was heartbreaking. Xiang's dark eyes met hers, and Phoebe didn't want to hear the doctor's proclamation, but she couldn't ignore it. "His heart stopped."

Phoebe dropped everything except the strange round hand-sized metal object that hand been clutched in her left hand. Determination set in and she moved quickly. "Out of the way then."

"But-"

"Xiang, you did what you were capable of. Let me do what I do. Now out of the way. Please."

Xiang knew better than to argue with Phoebe when she got into this mood. A nod and then, "I'll help however you need."

"Get me something to soothe electrical burns," she replied. At Xinag's look of confusion, she couldn't help snapping, "Do it now!"

She ripped open Dai's shirt and set the disc on his chest over his heart. Please, she thought as hard as she could, please work. She pressed the sides together, activating the device. It whined and then let loose a burst of electricity localized directly around it. Xiang's eyes went wide. "What are you doing?"

"What did I ask you," she replied evenly, refusing to look up as she pressed the sides again. Another jolt and this time Dai's body jerked. Xiang skittered over to the medicine cabinets, reaching for tubes and bottles Phoebe couldn't distinguish, before coming back to her side, looking dubious, confused, and worried.

Phoebe held her breath, but Dai went still again. One more time she activated the device and this time. Dai's eyes flew open and he let out a strangled noise, disbelief on his face as his eyes locked on Phoebe's. She dropped the disc, ignored the round burn on his chest and flung her arms around him instead. "You're okay," she exhaled, not even noticed how Xiang had dropped all the little bottles - thank the skies they were not breakable.

Xiang's eyes were wide on them both, voice a soft whisper. "How..."

Dai groaned and struggled to move, not to sit up, but to wrap an arm around Phoebe. Answers could come later. Phoebe had just saved the captain's life. Now it was up to Ace to save the rest of them.

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