daisy johnson (neverfit) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-01-18 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *cindy, *lena, daisy johnson, lincoln campbell |
This had been his purpose. Saving the girl he loved and the world at the same time. Lincoln knew what Daisy was planning and there had been no possible way he could let her go through with it. He couldn't let her sacrifice herself. He sat there in the seat, keeping his thoughts on Daisy moments after the communications died until something caught his eye. Light glinted off a coin resting on the controls. He didn't know where it had come from. It hadn't been there before but that didn't matter. Lincoln reached out and picked the coin up, closing his fingers over it. --- Lincoln heard beeps and noises. His eyes were still shut tight. He had spent enough time in hospitals and around machines to recognize those sounds. That didn't make sense. He wasn't supposed to survive. It wasn't part of his destiny. He opened his eyes and tried to reposition himself. He half expected to hear Jemma yelling at him for it. Daisy was finding her way here. Getting memories from home had given her some distance from everything that had happened at home just before she'd come to Atlantis. She'd stopped cutting herself off from people and even if life wasn't perfect, she was dealing. She was moving on. She didn't love Zane being on the mission, especially after word came back about the attack on the camp he was stationed at, but he was okay. He'd made it through okay and she was trying hard not to think about it. Things weren't serious between them, not yet, but he was a friend and after what had happened to Jim last month, after losing Lincoln months ago, after everything, she was scared. She wasn't exactly coping with her fears. But she was trying to keep busy and distract herself from those worries, which was why she hadn't looked at her phone, hadn't seen the message from Jemma that Lincoln was here. There were times her former roommate or other friends helped distract her, whether it was talking or curling up and watching some cheesy old movies or hitting the gym to spa, but other times, like now, she distracted herself with work. One of the computers at medical was acting up, so she’d headed over to check on it and work her magic after remoting in hadn’t worked. She said hello to the receptionist before heading for the room with the bad machine, moving quietly so she wouldn’t disturb its occupant. “Sorry, I’ll just be a-” she started to apologize, but then she recognized the man lying in the bed and her eyes widened. “Lincoln?” He knew that voice before he even turned to face her. It was Daisy. But what was she doing here? What was he doing here? Lincoln had a million questions firing off in his thoughts. From her expression it looked like she was just as confused to find him as he was for her. "Daisy…how…" he started, trailing off, words failing him. When he sat in that chair aboard the ship he had so many things he wanted to say to her and now that she was here he seemed at a loss for words. But he didn't think he was ever going to see her again and yet here she was. Daisy was frozen in place. She couldn't move; she couldn’t speak. She knew how it was possible, but that didn't mean she'd actually expected him to show up here. In all the months she'd been stuck in Breck, he'd never followed. In all honesty, she didn't think the multiverse liked her enough to send him here. She didn't think she deserved to have that second chance with him, no matter how much she'd come to terms with her past now. “Lincoln,” she whispered again, tears starting to fall as she finally found her feet and started toward him. She knew he probably had a million questions, but right now she didn't care. She only cared that he was here. Reaching his bed, she sat on the edge and wrapped her arms around him, trying to be careful not to hurt him in the process but needing to touch him and make sure he was real. Lincoln had countless questions. He didn't understand how he was alive. He had been in space, on a jet, prepared to die for the greater good. He didn't want to die. No. now he had a purpose. He had things worth living for. And the irony was that as soon as he found them...he was forced to leave them. "Daisy..." Lincoln started but his words fell silent as she wrapped her arms around him. Sure the pain was an indicator that he really was alive and that this wasn't some...dream. But it was when his arms slid around her slender frame, that he actually believed this. Holding on for dear life, it was a long time before Daisy was willing to let him go. She just held him for several moments, afraid if she pulled back, he would vanish. When she did pull away, she didn't let go completely. Her arms hung loosely around his shoulders as she offered him a weak smile so that o. “You're late,” she said as she pulled one hand back to wipe at the tears on her face. He felt her pulling away and he was reluctant to do the same. It was as if Daisy was the only thing keeping him from his fate. If he let go of her, he might end up right back on that jet...waiting for the end. Her arms never left him entirely as if they were anchoring him to this place. "Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere," he answered, giving her a small smile. “Haha. Cute.” Daisy knew she should probably let him get some rest, but she couldn't find it i herself to actually do it. She knew there was no way Jemma was going to lock her out, anyway and this was where she wanted to be. “Lay down, jerk,” she said instead, “you're supposed to be resting.” She gave him room to do so, but once he did, she found space in the bed to curl up next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Fixing the computer was completely forgotten. Everything was, except the fact that Lincoln was here. He was alive. “I can't help it you're distracting,” he answered. His words were a playful retort but also held some truth to them. He eased himself back into the bed in a more relaxed position. Lincoln was relieved when it became clear that Daisy had no intentions of leaving. Lincoln knew he needed rest but he didn't want to. He wasn't supposed to be alive. And well, maybe he wasn't. Maybe this was all a dream or something to that effect. Lincoln didn't want to rest and gamble on whether or not Daisy would be there when he woke up again. If. Because Lincoln thought this was all too good to be true. Snuggling in beside him, Daisy had to fight the urge to pinch herself and see if it was all a dream. She'd dreamed of Lincoln so many times since his sacrifice, but it had never been like this. Even the dreams she'd been having of New Orleans, of Zane didn't feel as real as this did, but it was still hard to believe this was really happening. The thought of her boyfriend made a small pit of guilt settle in her gut, but Daisy pushed it away for now. She knew this was going to be complicated and that someone was going to end up hurt, but she didn't want to soil her reunion with Lincoln but admitting she'd started to move on. Or by trying to think seriously about the choice she needed to make. For now, she just wanted to enjoy having him back and knowing it was real. “You should get some sleep,” she told the inhuman holding her now. “I promise I'll still be here when you wake up.” All the questions that needed answers could wait until later. Or tomorrow. Not much seemed to matter right now other than he was alive and Daisy was here. Lincoln’s eyelids felt heavier by the minute and he knew she was right. That didn't mean he wanted to sleep. When Daisy promised to still be there when he woke up, he couldn't really argue. “Better be,” he murmured, holding Daisy close as he drifted off to sleep. |