Juliet St Laurent (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-17 07:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, juliet st. laurent, {alex snowden |
I Can Dream, Can't I?
Characters: Juliet, Alex
When: post-midnight, Thursday morning
Location: Entertainment car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Juliet has feels
Status: Complete
The night before, watching a movie with Alex had been ... nice. She'd done her best to actually pay attention to the movie rather than him, but it had been difficult. She couldn't have told anyone the actors, the name of the movie, or even the general idea of the plot, but she'd enjoyed it all the same. He hadn't brought up the song yet, and she was mostly grateful for that. Part of her though, wished that he would have. She would have lied, of course, denied there was anything to it, because she didn't want to put him in an awkward position. She was younger than him, and there was probably some sort of doctor/patient thing he couldn't violate, even if she wasn't technically a patient and hadn't seen him as a doctor in at least two years. That was the last time they'd spoken in anything vaguely resembling a therapy situation. She'd tried to go to sleep after they'd parted company, but she was wide awake. Rather than bother Samantha with her tossing and turning, she left the room and wandered the train. She always liked it better at night. While it was never quiet, it was quieter at night. She could hear people sleeping in their rooms, snores carrying through the thin doors. She heard a few people chatting in different cars and she drifted through them before she found herself back in the entertainment room. She wasn't surprised, and she was pleased to find the couch they'd sat on earlier empty. Moving to it, she curled up on the side Alex had sat on, resting her head on the arm of the couch. The thing that killed her was ... she couldn't talk to anyone about this. She hadn't told anyone. Hadn't written anything in a journal where it could be read. Hadn't so much as hinted at it -- not until she'd sung that damn song to him. And even that hadn't seemed to matter. But why should it? Her eyes half closed, and she didn't even reach for a remote. She wasn't going to pretend to watch TV. The sound from one of the others carried, but not loud enough to be disruptive. She guessed there must be something about the room, because all the TVs could be on but the sound never seemed to interfere with any of the others. Magic of the train, she guessed. Pushing aside the thoughts of the present, she let her mind drift back to the early days. The days when she'd found the house for them. How she'd gone to the door, making the others wait at the edge of the forest, despite vehement protests. How she'd explained their situation. How her voice hadn't wavered or cracked, though at that point, she was still waking up screaming from nightmares about Prism. How she'd gotten them a place in the house. They hadn't all stayed. Some had family still, but she didn't. So she'd stayed. She'd stayed on and become a part of their team. She wondered sometimes what had become of the ones who'd left ... but the only memories they really shared were nightmare scenes from the lab. Their common bond was that they'd all been held captive. Not everyone had been tortured, but ... not everyone had escaped that, either. Juliet blinked once before she exhaled softly. Well, there was no point in dwelling. Unless they all showed back up here ... there wasn't anything to be done about it. Not now, and probably not at home, either. Reaching up to the back of the couch, she pulled the blanket there down over herself, cuddling under it. She still wasn't tired, but she wasn't particularly interested in moving, either. Content enough to remain curled up and thinking, she did just that. |