Characters: Anna Milton, Meg When: After this. Location: Their room. Warnings/Rating: High for Meg's mouth. Summary: Anna promised she'd get Meg cleaned up. And Meg's just seen the net. . . Status: Closed, ongoing
Meg had decided the train didn't like it when they got too comfortable. Not only did that explain why they were suddenly in Jurassic Park but it explained certain. . .new arrivals.
or well, no, she supposed it wasn't actually entirely new arrivals, Crowley'd been and gone and then apparently back again. And so was Ruby. And Clarence had come and gone so many times she'd lost track after awhile.
She landed soundlessly in the room, tossing her jacket off onto the floor without much comment.
She'd posted on the net before she'd. . .read the net. Apparently while she and Clarence had been out being chased by spitters -- Meg made a note to find out what those were actually called once she had internet again -- people had started arriving on the train.
She said people, but. . .Meg was having a rather hard time processing -- a lot of things -- but mostly how the damned train had managed to trap Lucifer.
And she wasn't sure what to do about any of it. Him or Crowley.
She was starting to think she'd been topside too long. or maybe she'd been stuck on the train too long. She had trouble with feelings in general. She didn't like them. She wasn't supposed to have them. Hell made sure of that.
Meg lifted her head up when Anna came out of the bathroom.
She opened her mouth, closed it again and then blurted out. "Lucifer's on board."
That wasn't what she'd meant to open with, but there it was.