Abby Griffin (alwayshashope) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-11-30 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *jeanna, *tara, abby griffin, everett ross |
[Backdated š] Log 02: Abby Griffin
Routine is the first adjective to come to mind whenever she thought about her home life in Breckentale. Especially when it came to how the they would begin each day. Nadine would wake before the sun rose and begin her morning routine. A routine that almost always involved trying to let her husband catch a little more sleep. Though with very little success as he would often wake with her or not long after.
At least 3 nights a week she found herself stuck at the hospital until late. Eventually sheād manage to get out and go home but it was always far later than she would have preferred. On those nights she often sat on the couch to decompress and before she knew it sheād fallen asleep. Occasionally she got lucky and David would wake and carry her to bed. And it was on those nights that she fell more and more in love with him. Life was good for them. Predictable. But good. One thing she hadnāt ever counted on was waking to find out that it had all been a lie. That the perfect life sheād thought she had was nothing more than the sinister whims of something or someone. Those who were also awake had decided to keep up the charade until they knew more. And for the time being that suited her needs perfectly. Before they added to their numbers Abby knew that she needed to work through her real memories and that of her false identity. What none of them had counted on was to wake one morning and find out that theyād been in a coma for 24 hours. Abby was no stranger to the phenomenon of a coma. She had seen it on the Ark and Nadine and seen it from time to time at the hospital. As Nadine she had even observed a patient being placed into a medically induced coma during her residency. But never had she expected to find herself in the same position as her patients. Once they were awake it was clear to her that they needed to meet again. And thankfully she wasnāt the only one that felt that way. Getting away from her family hadnāt been easy but she had managed to convince them to let her return to work. Once everyone arrived they jumped right into their purpose for meeting. After some debate it was decided that each person should choose one person that they felt was capable of helping them solve this. Abby was still wary of bringing others up to speed because she hadn't yet dealt with her own issues but if they all chose carefully maybe they'd be able to avoid a trip to the psych ward. Though who to choose was her biggest dilemma? Clarke was the obvious choice with Octavia being a close second. But the more she considered the two of them the more she realized that neither of them had a skill set that they needed to solve this. So, Abby began considering some of her colleagues in Atlantis. Doctor McCoy was a strong possibility but her relationship with him was still strained. With McCoy also vetoād, Abby would have considered Jemma Simmons. They hadnāt had a chance to truly get to know one another yet but what she did know led her to believe that sheād be a good choice. But alas, Jemma had recently left town and she wasnāt sure when the younger woman would be returning, so that choice had been vetoād before it had even been considered. It had taken her the entire drive home to decide that perhaps her fake!husband was the right person for her. Abby had this feeling that sheād met him during her brief stay in the traveling circus. And that he could be extremely helpful in figuring out how to wake everyone up and get them all home. But that feeling could also just be Nadineās memories bleeding through. By the time that she had pulled into her driveway and began the walk up to their front door, Abby, had decided that there was no one else she could choose. And she had very little time to even try to find someone else. So, she really, really hoped that he had encountered something like this before or had heard about it. Thankfully if it all went wrong she could at least blame the brief coma that sheād just come out of. āHoney, Iām home,ā Abby said in a sing song tone of voice. Clearly she watched too many reruns of I Love Lucy late at night. David hadnāt been home long himself and was in the kitchen trying to decide what to make for dinner. Heād been worried about his wife and he wanted to do something nice for her now that she was home, seeing her in a coma had not been something he ever wanted to see again. āYou caught me,ā he said, walking into the living room and kissing her lightly. āI was going to surprise you with dinner but got home earlier than I expected. How are you feeling?ā He hadnāt been crazy about the idea of her returning to work so soon after sheād woken up but he knew better than to protest so heād simply called Elise and asked her to check on her mother now and then and to let him know if he needed to come and drag her home. And he knew full well, that it would dragging because she wouldnāt want to leave. āThere are only so many hours of paperwork that I can stand,ā Abby replied remembering the story that she had crafted to convince her husband and daughterās to let her leave the house. Which wasnāt necessarily a lie. It had been strongly recommended that she spend a few days focusing on paperwork and filing away patient files. Two things that she absolutely hated doing. But it allowed her to return to work and gave her the opening that she needed to go and meet with the others. āAnd Iām a little tired but thatās nothing to worry about. I promise. Now. What were you thinking of surprising me with?ā āI was going to make your favorite for dinner,ā he said. āOr if youād rather go out, we can do that too. You can decide. Whatever youād like. Youāve had a rough few days.ā Heād been worried about her and extremely curious as to why several people came down with the same thing at the same time. It didnāt make any sense to him. Coupled with the strange deja vu sensations heād had over the last couple of days, he wondered if he was about to suffer from the same thing his wife had. āIām not the only one that had a rough few days,ā she said and then - despite knowing it would make things rather awkward later - moved closer until she could wrap her arms around his neck. āI know it wasnāt easy for you or the girls to see me like that.ā āItās okay,ā he said and kissed her forehead. āIām just glad youāre okay. Itās really weird how it just hit all of a sudden though. No warning or anything. Thankfully it just seemed to be a twenty four hour bug although being comatose isnāt really a bug.ā āNo, it definitely isnāt,ā Abby said and then let her arms slip down to rest on his shoulders. Prior to walking into the house, Abby, had decided to ease into seeing if she could wake her husband up. But the more they talked the more she realized that it wasnāt fair to keep him in the dark. No matter what her feelings were on the matter. āDavid...have you ever had a feeling that this life is not the one that you should be living?ā The question surprised him but yet it didnāt at the same time. The last few days had seemed surreal but heād thought it was because heād spent a lot of time at the hospital. Now though little things were coming back and he sighed. āYeah, I have. Itās hard to explain but something feelsā¦ā¦..off. Like this isnāt a bad lige at all, donāt get me wrong but thereās more, I donāt know what but this isnāt all there is.ā Despite wanting to do so halfway through, Abby, waited until he was completely finished giving her his answer before breathing a sigh of relief. Her earlier fears of being admitted into the psych ward becoming less and less likely. āIām so relieved to hear you say that because it makes what I have to say so much easierā¦Thereās a reason that you feel that way. David Quinzel isnāt your name just like Nadine Quinzel has never been mine. My name is actually Abigail Griffin and I was born and raised on a space station that we called The Ark. Our daughter, Elise, is actually my daughter Clarke. And right now we should all be helping fight a war against creativity in a city called Atlantis.ā Abby paused knowing that he might need a moment to process the bombshell of information that she had dropped on him. David sat there for a minute as he processed what she was saying. He believed her because even if this marriage wasnāt real, he knew her well enough to know that she wasnāt in the habit to making things up. And it was a pretty incredible story. āI donāt know why but I believe you,ā he said truthfully. āIt explains the deja vu moments Iāve been having over the past few days. So if this isnāt real, how do we get back to what is real?ā āI donāt have an answer to that,ā Abby answered truthfully. āBut Iāve been meeting with a group of people for awhile now. All of whom experienced the same seemingly unexplainable 24 hour coma that I did. And all of whom who are focused on finding an answer to that very question. We donāt have any solid ideas just yet which is why we all agreed to each bring one person into our small circle. Someone that we trust and feel could help us find a way home.ā āThank you for trusting me,ā he said. āEspecially since you know that Iām not actually your husband even if I donāt know that yet. I agree though that getting people together is a good idea, sometimes when you put your heads together, an answer might show up that didnāt show up before.ā David still didnāt understand all of what she was telling him and it was enough to blow a personās mind but he believed her. āIād like to believe that whoever you really are iany far from who David is which made it easy to trust you.,ā she replied. āBut youāre welcome. And I believe that was the general idea behind bringing others into our circle. Hopefully all of us working together can find the answers we need.ā |