Tangle (got_tangled) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-05-29 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [05] may |
Who: Troupe and O'Brien
Where: the old cells
When: after the raid
Why: Anne's been hiding with a cat,O'Brien is wondering how she made out
Rated: PG-13
The vibration of the phone in her pocket had been like a joy buzzer. It had been completely stagnant before as she waited for the danger to pass. Mosquito thoughts had begun to rupture and suck the courage out.
It was only the cat that had given her any semblance of security. Anne was watching out for the animal and in turn the cat was a great indicator of impending danger. So far the cat had seemed more bored than apprehensive. The cat belonged to that stranger. The one that she had shared that joint with. Maybe she could reunite them if he was still alive…if anyone was still alive.
It was the vibration that had awakened the hope within her. She’d not had a phone before…no use for one. O’Brien had made sure she was no longer without one…had given her a new ability with this “texting” and she couldn’t help but feel grateful. Especially now that he was texting her, coming to get her…it had been so long since she had someone looking out for her. It felt good to know that maybe she really did have a friend.
For a moment she waited where she had been…covered up with crude junk pile she had managed to scrape up to give her some miniscule amount of camouflage. Then she realized that she wouldn’t hear him coming and he might miss her altogether. Of course, she hadn’t been aware of the soft mewling of the cat all along.
Scrambling out of her cover she went to the bars of the cell she’d been hiding in and threw her notebook out of the bars so that he would know to stop at this specific place…