Sandy Jameson (hearseverything) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-09 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | p: mena, sandy jameson, ~scotty weston |
Who: Sandy Jameson & Scotty Weston
What: Reuniting
When: After this
Where: Outside the barracks and beyond
Rating: TBD - Low, likely.
Sandy hadn't run down the stairs. It was pretty close, but she didn't run. Despite Scotty seeming okay over the network and the gentle brush against his mind when she'd re-established her connection to him telling her that he wasn't stewing-fuming-I-hate-you mad, she was still worried. Apprehension and anxiety warred in her stomach for dominance over how seeing him would unfold. What if he was mad at her? What if he hated her for what she'd done? Worse still, what if he wanted to be friends with Syreni - what if he liked her more than the rest of them now? What if- She stopped her own spiralling thoughts, knowing that getting herself worked up before she'd even seen him wasn't going to help. But as she approached the bottom of the stairs and stepped outside and her eyes fell on him, standing with his hands in his pockets and waiting for her, she felt something in her chest just twist and snap. [Riot] she greeted, not using her voice as it was still a little sore from screaming it raw when she'd been in solitary. The psychic greeting was all he received, though, the only warning he had other than the sound of the door before Sandy was launching herself at him, her arms around his shoulders and face hidden against his neck, clinging to him tightly the same way she did to Cal and Cas when they saw her in the clinic after she had been released. She didn't pull away, not for a long moment, she just hugged him tightly and fought her own inner war about probing his mind. He'd never had a problem with it before, none of them had except Wings. But Sandy felt that things were different here. They fought amongst themselves so much that it was almost like they were falling apart from the inside and Sandy was desperately grasping at straws, trying to understand how she could keep her family together. They were all she had, and she couldn't handle them leaving her. Swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat, she kissed his cheek and leaned back, offering him a small smile but her eyes were concerned: concern for how he felt about her and concern for him. How he was doing. |