Bea Albrecht (beacynic) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-01-31 18:39:00 |
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It was the Twilight Zone. That was the only explanation Bea could come up with for what was going on this week. It started with a run-in and now Ty had shown up at the compound. The same fucking Ty that she’d been thinking about when Rae had talked about organizing a group to go to the city. The same one that she’d all but given up on ever actually seeing again. It was just strange. Fucking awesome. But strange. She’d left the filing in the security office half finished, but that was only because she wanted to haul ass to Block A to prove to herself, with her own two eyes, that Ty was alive. One conversation over the intranet wasn’t going to do it. Not after a year of not seeing his face. Yeah, he could push her buttons like no one else had ever managed, but he was also the one that had her back, that found Vienna, that she would trust with her life. As cliché as it sounded. The walk from building to building was cold, but she flipped her collar up, and pulled her hat around her ears. Bearing most of it as quickly as possible. She would’ve run if the cold air in her lungs wouldn’t be so damn uncomfortable. There was one thing she wasn’t going to do, and that was cry. Not in front of Ty at least. And if she did cry at all it would just be tears of relief, or so she’d tell herself. When she hit the top level of the Block she sprinted past the cells until she found the one Ty had claimed, rapping her knuckles against the metal, ignoring the twinge it sent through her hand. Hell, she’d forgotten what her face looked like, or she’d gotten used to it. Hadn’t figured that wasting cosmetics was worth covering up a couple bruises, even if she could do it seamlessly. “I don’t see a fucking welcome mat,” she voiced, the corner of her mouth tipping upwards. “Not here a day and already you’re disappointing me.” most people, unless they knew Bea, wouldn’t have been able to catch the undertones of humor in her words. |