Don't Leave Me!

Still focused on her work, Marina threw out the dirty, bloody bits of ivy and washed the towels. Jeff's eyes piercing through her back, she spun around to face him. "May I help you?"

Intrigued, Jeff inspected the almost empty bowl of herbs and clay. "What's that exactly?" He asked, pointing at the mixture.

Marina shrug her shoulders. "Honestly, not sure. My instincts told me to do it. I don't even know the names for all those herbs. I just saw them and knew-"

"You remembered" Jeff stated, scratching his eyebrow. "Maybe you used to be a med-jack in the other world too"

A smile hushed onto Mari's face. "You think?" She turned to the medicine cabinet and stared at the different herbs. Disappointed that no further idea jumped into her head, she instead turned to Jeff. With a pen and paper, Marina noted down what the herbs would do to the wound, then placed all the herbs she had used onto the paper and gestured Jeff with the pen to write down the names of the herbs.

In the meantime, she hurried out the med-bay, into the kitchen where Fry, Ted and Eddy cleaned every surface. "Where's the herb cabinet?" She inquired, paying no further attention to the boys. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for anything that would indicate the whereabouts of her desired objects.

Frypan looked up from the cooker he had just finished cleaning and stared at her, his eyebrow raised. "Dinner is not for another few hours, why do you need spices, or herbs?"

"A memory" Mari simply stated, searching one cupboard after the other.

Fry exchanged questioning looks with the others, then stepped in front of Marina to stop her from opening any more doors. "Greenie, you're not even allowed in here. So either speak clear or get out"

"Home-made remedies. That's what I need the spices for. I want to know if I can remember anything else, so I need to see them. Please?" She gave Frypan a pouting look, hoping he would let her have at least one look.

Shaking his head, Fry turned to a tall cabinet at the end of the wall, right next to the fridge, opened it and motioned Marina to have a look. "One minute, and no more than you can carry"

Grinning, Marina stormed to the cabinet, had a quick look at all the spices, turned on her heels and took a giant pot off of one of the tables near the kitchen door. As fast as lightning, she filled the pot with all the herbs and spices she could remember, lifted it off the ground and walked a few steps towards the door.

With an open mouth, Fry stood next to the half empty spice cabinet, watching as Mari struggled to open the kitchen door. Leaning her elbow onto the door handle, she managed to open the door and walked through it backwards. "I'll give them back, promise. Just need to know they're names and what to do with them" With those words, she shut the door behind herself and headed back to the med-bay.

Halfway there, a familiar voice came from behind her. "Ya gonna turn Minho into a stew? He hurt that bad?" Gally came her way, laughing. At the sight of the full pot, he stopped laughing, took it from her hands and motioned her to lead the way.

"I can carry that, you know" Marina said, her eyes focused on Gally as they walked closer to the med-bay.

"With that arm ya shouldn't"

"It's fine, barely hurts" Moving it around, Marina watched the muddy paste for a moment, they walked in silence until the door of the med-bay came into sight. Like a gentleman, Mari opened it and offered Gally to walk through first.

"Thanks, Greenie"

"Any time, Captain" Mari laughed and hushed past Gally, leading him into the main room of the med-bay where they placed all the herbs and spices on the table in a half circle.

Leaning against the table, Gally eyed her as Marina smelled and tasted bits of the herbs and spices, noted down any piece of memory she had about it and put them aside.

Gally assisted her with naming them, however his knowledge of the names extended not much further than rosemary as he liked the smell, so he admitted.

Cheerful, Marina gathered some of the herbs and held them to her nose, breathing in their odour. The eyes closed, she let the smell tickle her memory, and for the most part, it worked. After about an hour of jotting down anything related to the herbs and spices, Marina stepped back and glared at the small collection of potential remedies, essential oils, pastes and cocktails as Gally called them.

A smile on his face as he watched her all focused on her work, Gally flinched when she jumped at him, cheering.

"I remember. All of this, look at it" She held onto his muscular arm, a bright grin on her face. "Can you believe that? I wonder what else I might remember"

"Probably nothin' of worth" Gally muttered, his smile had vanished and made room for his frown.

Marina glared at him, her eyes big and curious. "Do you not remember anything from before?"

"Doesn't matter" Gally brushed her hands off his arms, turned on his heels and left the med-bay.

Staring after him, Mari dropped her shoulders. For a moment he seemed to open up, but something held him back. Not letting her good mood be tarnished by his Grumpiness himself, she fetched Clint and let him tell her the names of every herb and spice she had gathered. With all of it written onto paper that she then bound with wood glue and a stiff cloth, Marina filled the pot once more and returned all of it to its original place in the kitchen.

Like a hawk, Frypan watched her, but when she explained her theory and what she had achieved, he patted her on the shoulder. "Nice work, shank. Could've made a great cook"

"I doubt it, but thanks, Fry"