Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-05-06 22:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather lisinski, tony dinozzo, x-23 |
Who: Tony and Heather (and a little X and Logan peppered in.)
When: After this.
Where: Cabin 002
What: Heather's coming home.
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress.
It had been a long night. Between bouts of tears, and nightmares from hell, Heather didn't get much sleep at Cas'. She counted herself lucky that she hadn't woke up screaming. She didn't want to seem like a bad house guest. She had left her stuff behind. Not wanting to take the time to pack up the things she'd unpacked, looking for her wallet. There wasn't anything overly important, not anything she couldn't live without, in the things Cas had packed.
The 'Don't stay away' had been music to her ears. Or to her eyes. She had been wracking her brain trying to ask if they should stay a part for a little while, without making matters worse, when he'd said it. Why was everything such a dramatic event? It never occurred to her that she might be a drama queen. Where had she picked it up? It had been so sly that it snuck up on her. Had she been written that way? No, no... That couldn't be right. She needed to get into the frame of mind to get away from it. To knowingly push back the drama. Maybe if she took up Yoga, or meditation, or something equally as soothing and tree hugging like, it would help.
She'd almost passed up the cabin. Almost missed it! She'd been so in her own mind. She patted herself down, she didn't have the key. Smacking herself in the forehead she realized it was in her wallet. With the other key that got her into everywhere else. Maybe the door would be unlocked. Did anyone ever bother with locking it? What with two angels, a federal agent, a super ninja, and the pumpkin king under the same roof? What was the point?
Her saving grace was that the front door was unlocked. Quietly as she could she opened the door, and crept inside. The smell of pancakes made her realize she hadn't eaten in... Well she couldn't remember her last meal. She didn't have X's sense of smell, but she was able to follow it, and the baby noises, into the kitchen.
She was a little surprised by what greeted her. X cooking, which wasn't new, while Tony fed Logan. Leaning against the door frame, without a noise she simply watched. Logan noticed of course, being rather astute for a four month old infant, he rubbed his face, wiping a way a glop of mashed food, before he excitedly squealed and flailed the gloppy hand, flinging the food pretty much anywhere it would go.