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Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-02 07:06:00

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!complete, 2032 08, gregory house, lily evans

RP: The Future Unfolds
Characters: Lily, House
Time/Date: mid-morning, August 2
Location: her room/lobby/by the line behind the hotel
Warnings/Rating: character death, devastated Lily
Summary: Lily sees a video she'd like to unsee
Status: Complete

It had become habit in the morning to check the network, and it was more easily done on the laptop in the room than on the smaller device. So after showering and dressing for the day and having a light breakfast of cereal in her room, Lily settled down to see if there was anything going on. Sometimes Jaime or Tyler left her messages or questions or things they needed to discuss, but there was none of that today.

Instead, she saw a video that was locked to her, though she couldn't tell who had posted it. Her brow furrowed and she looked around the room uneasily before she clicked the triangle in the middle of the video to start it playing.

At first, she didn't recognize the place. It was dark and the place looked a little different ... but it soon enough became apparent it was the house in the Hollow that James' parents were going to buy for them as a wedding present. Lily felt suddenly very uneasy, and she knew in her gut she didn't want to see this, didn't want to watch this, but she couldn't stop looking, and couldn't close her eyes. For a few seconds, nothing happened ... and then the gate banged open. The sound made her jump a little, and she lifted a hand to her mouth, shaking her head as she swallowed hard.

She tried to stop the video, but the 'stop' button was missing ... and she knew she couldn't, wouldn't, look away. "No," she whispered as the camera panned back and she saw who had crossed their gate. As twisted as he was, there was no mistaking the ... man, the creature, that was even now so very casually striding to their door. Was it their door? Lily prayed that this was simply the people who'd lived there before, and she felt sick for thinking that way. She pressed her hand more tightly to her mouth, muffling the soft cry as the wizard, the man who was plaguing their world blew their door open.

The camera followed him in, and she saw James. Lily knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what was about to happen, and she cried out as if her fiance could hear her. "James, run!" It did no good of course, and she watched in horror as James leapt from the couch and dear god where was hi wand? "James," she whispered. "Oh James no," Lily begged even as she heard James yelling to her. To take Harry, to run. That he was here. Harry. Harry must be their son. Their child. She watched as James ineffectually tried to ward off Voldemort, and she screamed as she saw the flash of green light, as she watched him die, watched him fall. "James, oh god James," she whimpered. Voldemort was moving toward the stairs, and she could hear herself moving around up there, heard her own cries, heard herself begging even as the camera moved in on James' dead face, his glass canted oddly on his face, his hair as messy as ever, his hazel eyes staring blankly, blindly, already beginning to glaze over. She stared at his dead face, and saw still the flash of green light that meant she, too, was gone.

The video stopped and she thought it was some small mercy she didn't have to witness the flash that meant her son was gone as well, and Lily stared numbly at the screen, half-blinded by tears and completely unable to think a single rational thought. James was gone. Her James had been wandless ... because his wand was here? Was that it? Had they stolen it from him to make this happen? Lily reached for the computer, wanting ... wanted to show Jaime, to show Tyler, to make them tell her it wasn't real, that it couldn't happen, but the video was gone. The entry was blank, and then even the entry was gone.

Her lips were parted, her breathing ragged as the tears tumbled freely down her cheeks. This ... how could they do that, show that to her? To break her? Now, more than ever, she wanted to get home, to fix it, to make it so it didn't happen. To save her husband, her son. Her son. James hadn't looked much older than he did now, so their child couldn't have been more than three at the very oldest ... and he was likely younger.

Lily moved her computer aside as she rose slowly. In a blind daze she left her room and navigated the stairs. Her feet were bare, and she realized that only as she felt the mud squishing between her toes as she moved around behind the hotel, stepping toward the line there. She stood at the edge of it and stared across it, seeing nothing but watching the video again and again in her mind. Watching her James fall, watching him die, hearing herself pleading for her son's life.

Sitting down slowly, she wrapped her arms around her bent knees, and lowered her head, and simply cried.

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house_call
2010-08-09 11:27 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't argue with her there. Even Greg wouldn't have wished this place onto anyone, and he had a lot of enemies. It was twisted... and cold here, in a way that even made HIM uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for him to feel that Lily wanted to be left alone. Some people were just more sensitive than he was... Greg had realized that a long time ago. It was something that he easily forgot and, when he DID remember, he didn't care enough to censor himself. Sensitivity was weakness on several different levels, give or take some certain situations. He glanced back down at Lily and he decided to let her sit and rethink the horrible things that were probably going on through her head... It was another theory that House had. When people were in grief, they didn't really WANT to feel better immediately... they liked to wallow in it to remind themselves how much they cherished everything in the first place. How much they could miss it. Deep inside, human beings were really masochists.

"Well, don't forget to eat in a few hours." He glanced at her as she gazed across the line and he nodded to her, before deciding that it would be better to leave the girl alone, and he turned to let her be, walking back into the house and deciding that he had nothing else to do but to sit in his room again.

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emerald_eyes
2010-08-09 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Lily almost managed a slight smile, and she wondered if he actually cared, or was simply dropping advice out of obligation or something. She at least lifted a hand to acknowledge his words, but she had little intention of going in immediately.

She had to figure out a way to deal with it, to make it make sense, and to try to forget about it. Just then, she really did want to be left alone to her tears, her sorrow. Later, she'd have to apologize for her behavior and thank him for his concern ... but just then, she wasn't at all inclined.

Resting her cheek back on her knees, Lily let her thoughts drift and shift and organize themselves in some manner to try to cope with the tragedy she'd witnessed earlier.

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