Izzie Stevens (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cricket_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} solitarycomm,@ 2013-03-23 01:42:00 |
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What: There are a million and one things they need to talk about. Let's start with the Apocalypse.
When: backdated to Tuesday night after this.
Where: The Impala and then an empty apartment somewhere in the city.
Warnings: Swears? Angst? The opening got long. I don't blame you for skipping.
She was bossy. Izzie was actually completely aware of this. It was just how she was and usually she didn't even think about it. If it accomplished what she needed done, then it really didn't matter and besides, most of the people she interacted with NEEDED to be told what to do. She pulled her trainers back on as her phone chimed again. The point was, she was just kind of in a habit of making suggestions and while she hadn't TOLD Dean to come and get her, the way she'd done it had sort of seemed hysterical now that she'd calmed down and thought for a moment.
And honestly when she got mad, she didn't always think clearly. Like forgetting for a minute that there was a giant sucking hole in the sky. That very hole she'd been shouting at Nathan about for the last. . .what? Hour? She knew she'd made the comment that he was calculating but at the moment, she felt like she'd been banging her head against a brick wall. It was actually a bit terrifying.
She frowned down at the phone, relieved to see that it was Dean again, mentioning movies. Some of the annoyance was starting to slip off now that she wasn't thinking entirely about Nathan wanting to use the daedra in some kind of Apocalypse Now scenario. And HOW DARE he not acknowledge her Brando quip. That had been damned witty.
Izzie closed her eyes for a moment, because apparently her mood was coming across in text too and it wasn't really right to yell at Dean just because Nathan was being an idiot. She sent a response and shoved her phone down into her pocket.
Considering she'd sort of been just kind of. . .dictating everything they did since they'd met, he was actually being pretty good about everything. They were still working on it, really and she wasn't sure about probably three-fourths of whatever it was that had gone on in their world, but she was starting to get the feeling that it was a lot worse than. . .well. . .Anna had said Apocalypse in a way that had made Izzie think she wasn't being poetic.
And boy didn't that just explain a LOT about every one of the hunters. She didn't have any real frame of reference to even BEGIN to understand what that must have been like. She'd seen 28 Days Later, but somehow she didn't think that the kind of world Daryl had come from and the world Dean came from were the same. There were too many things that made it seem less fatalistic. Darker, definitely. Or maybe lighter. After all, Cas and the Annas were angels. She'd yet to see any other world that had that. But they also had demons. Honest to goodness hellspawn. Which meant they had a Heaven. And a Hell. And, she supposed a God and a Lucifer and that just made Izzie want to DRINK all over again because she wasn't sure how she felt about that. She'd always believed that wasn't the case at least in their world. Because if she believed that God was around, then she'd have to believe that he'd let Denny and George and Lexie and Mark and thousands of others die just because and she didn't think she could handle that.
The whole thing was just a bit too much. Which was why the morning after Anna had MENTIONED the Apocalypse, Izzie had started baking. Because she couldn't clean and she couldn't work on hearts and she was trying to not drink so that left baking. And at least this way, no one starved.
Izzie scribbled a quick note for Meredith, who was either asleep in the other room or somewhere with Peter. Izzie wasn't sure which at the moment and while she should probably CHECK, she didn't have the energy right then. That was something else that needed to be dealt with at some point. After a moment, she stopped pacing and pulled a jacket on, opting to stand in the entryway of the building as opposed to wandering around in circles in the apartment like a dog that couldn't decide where to lay. That was a bad analogy. She needed to not think of herself as a dog. Seriously.
She didn't know how long she'd been sitting at the foot of the stairs, playing bubble shooter on her phone when she heard the Impala either on the block or three blocks over or whatever, it meant it was close enough to actually look up and see if there was car coming at that point, which was good because it gave her something to focus on.
Izzie let out another soft breath as the car rolled to a stop in front of the building and she pulled open the front door and stepped outside.