WHO: Finn and Rory WHAT: Taking a breather WHERE: The junkyard WHEN: Evening, April 9 RATING: Medium probably STATUS: In Progress
There was absolutely no denying the fact that Rory had no business being away from the library. Not with Charlie still on the mend. Not with the Sing Sing move planned for Wednesday morning. Rory barely slept the night before, and after hearing how everyone else's evenings had went, it was clear she was hardly the only one. People had been panicking, terrified, fighting for their lives. Charlie found herself hurt in such a way that her mind kept taking her back to an earlier trauma.
That had been the hardest part of the night, by far. Trying to help a friend lost in her own memories, reliving them in a way that was so blatantly brutal. People had died, but nobody Rory had known personally. Talking to Finn, realizing he'd been on Ellis as well, just made her realize how many people she would've lost if this had gone worse. Charlie, Rodeo. Brandon. Finn. The rebellion could've lost its leader. Rae could've lost the man she loved. She knew her evening was an easy one compared to that of her friends, but it was still sitting heavy in her thoughts. An uneasy brick settled firmly in her stomach.
So she took Finn up on his offer, made sure someone was there for Charlie if she needed anything and told Finn to swing by that evening. AJ enjoyed the ride to the junkyard and Rory simply appreciated that she was away from the safehouses. Away from everything that made the minutes until Sing Sing drag painfully by.
The ride had tuckered her munchkin out rather effectively, and she left Finn to put AJ down as soon as they arrived. It was tempting to lay down as well, just slip into a heavy, dreamless sleep, but she wanted to check in on her friend. See if he was doing okay, all things considered. So Rory tracked him down in the kitchen, and smiled tiredly at the sight of two freshly brewed mugs of tea as she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe.