X-23, Laura Kinney (weapon_x_23) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-09 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | severus snape, tony dinozzo, x-23 |
Who: Laura, Tony, and Severus
When: After this
Where: Starting in front of Cabin 002 going to the clinic
What: Logan's departure has his clone all depressed, needing an anchor out of the drowning spiral she felt herself slipping into, she clung to the constant.
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
This was new to her, to care about someone so much. It felt as if part of her was suddenly missing. A part that wouldn't grow back, or could simply be reattached. It wasn't something she liked feeling either. Especially considering it wasn't something the she could simply inflict enough pain upon herself to make it seem minuscule.
Hope was something else the young mutant wasn't used to relying on. In her life there hadn't been a whole lot of room for anything beyond the definite. Finishing the mission placed before her by any means necessary, with no space for self preservation.
Now? Now things were quite different. It was almost as if her wiring had been switched as soon as she came to be in this place. She wasn't hunted for more than a photograph or an autograph. She wasn't persecuted for being something she had no control over. She wasn't asked to track and murder, she wasn't asked forced to slay those who were unaware of their coming doom. Now she the choice was mostly her own. She could afford to care about something more than the next mission, the next target, the deadlines, the body counts. The blood. There was so much of it, yet so little at the same time.
Tony had told her to stop by his cabin on her way to the clinic. He would go with her. She was slightly surprised that he agreed to go. She had expected him to say something witty and decline. But he had not. She was unsure of her motive for requesting his company. She simply longed for someone to be there, just in case the heartbeat was not detectable. He had been the first one that came to mind, the possible father had been the second. Perhaps if all things went as planned tonight, she would ask Robin if he wanted to come and see the first ultrasound. Not that she would need one to tell the sex of it. Once the little Bean decided for sure, she would know by it's shift in scent.
Her clothes still fit her, yet she wore maternity jeans anyway, not wanting to put any pressure on her womb. The teeshirt, black with the trucker flap girl scrawled across her bosom in purple, she wore felt a little tighter than it had when she'd worn it the first time. Though perhaps that was her imagination. Maybe it was the longing to see that little bump, in her otherwise flat stomach, that brought the thought that it had taken on a little bit of a change.
Laura stepped up onto the porch of the second cabin in the line. Lightly she rapped her knuckles against the door. Taking the few steps back, she glanced up, to the windows that had been her brothers. They had been the demons as well, when Gabriel lived in this cabin. She pushed her hands into the back pockets of the loose denim. She waited for Tony, staring up at the dark windows that had once belonged to Logan.