. (spacecowboys) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-05-25 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman |
Who: Wren
What: Narrative: Sending Gus to his grandfather
Where: The airport
When: Recently, after MK calls
Warnings/Rating: None
After weeks of quiet, the airport's bustle and noise was almost too much for Wren.
The only thing that had interrupted her retreat into solitude was the birth of Daisy, and after hours and hours of Evie's labor, Wren was both thrilled to see the baby girl enter the world, and ready to flee from all the memories of Gus' birth. She didn't say a thing to Evie, because this was Evie's time, Will's time, the baby's time. She was there to hold hands, and to keep Will from pacing a hole in the floor, and to clean everything up alongside the midwife and give the couple time alone.
She'd been happy to be there, and she was happy when it came time to go.
She'd left Gus with the neighbors during the labor, because she didn't have any other choice. She knew, better than anyone, that having a baby was an all day affair. But Gus had been happy to hear Evie's beach ball was being born, and the prospect of a baby to eventually play with had made going to the neighbors' an easy sell.
It had bought her some time after, too, when she just needed to be alone with memories and the past and tears.
She had been all surface smiles by the time she picked Gus up again, and she'd spend spent a day in near quiet. The little boy didn't mind. Being at the campground had turned him a little wild, and he spent as much time lying in the grass and looking for bugs and worms in the dirt, as he did sleeping against her knees.
And then Luke called, and life shifted, the way life did.
She decided, easily, to send Gus to New York. Regardless of what Bruce wanted, Wren had no intention of letting Luke die, which meant Selina needed to be around. It wouldn't do Gus any good if she stayed with him and his father died. Thomas would get custody of the little boy then, and Wren didn't want that. Even if it was better for Gus, she didn't want it anymore. She wanted Luke home, and that was all she wanted.
Asking Jack to travel with the little boy wasn't something she wanted to do, but it was her only option, and she didn't even consider Thomas' reaction. She couldn't go, not when she needed to be able to get to the hotel at a moment's notice. The last bit of credit on the card went to the plane tickets, and she left the unnamed puppy with Finch at the unbelievably expensive boarder.
She didn't go home, because her brief conversation with Jack had only reminded her that the CIA man was there, would be there, or would return when Jack did, and then she would need to leave again. She went back to the campground and packed a bag for Gus, while listening to his excited chatter about going to see his tiny aunt and his grandfather. She knew Gus looked like a wild thing, hair matted and no socks on his feet. But she couldn't do anything about his river-washed, rumpled clothing, and she couldn't do anything about how sun-browned his skin was, or how grass-stained his knees insisted on being, even after multiple dunks in the river.
Then MK called, and life shifted again.
She'd stop by Turnberry after. After the airport, but before the hotel, and surely she'd hear if she needed to send Selina across sooner.
But the airport, where she stood after handing Gus over to Jack, was noisy and loud, and she sat down in her faded sundress and thin sandals, fingers rubbing at her eyes and dirty nails impossible to get clean. Her hair was knots and wild curls, dark, and she was a far cry from the pale dominatrix she had been months before. She was tired in a way that had nothing to do with bones or muscles. She wanted peace and quiet.
After, she nearly took the car, almost empty of gas again, and returned to the campground. She could forget everything, she thought, and maybe no one would notice. She knew they thought she was crazy, and maybe she was a little, and surely being crazy meant she could hide from everyone and everything. After all, the last thing that kept her sane had just left on a plane. She felt alone.
But, no, MK needed help. She would visit, and then she would go back to the campground, and then she would wait.