Dwayne Hicks (weareleaving) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-10 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, dwayne hicks, ellen ripley |
Who: Dwayne Hicks & Ellen Ripley
When: Right after this
Where: Hicks' apartment
What: Reunions and revelations
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Hicks paced back and forth across the living room as he waited for Ripley to arrive, his hands shaking as he lit up a cigarette. He kept glancing back at the laptop sitting on the table as though reassuring himself that he really had seen that, really had that conversation and Ripley really was here and was coming to his apartment. He'd already gotten a couple of glasses and the bottle of scotch out and then after a moment's consideration had pulled out a second bottle. He was going to need it if nothing else. He'd come to accept that Ripley was dead. In the clusterfuck of being woken up, watching the cyrotubes get ejected with that goddamn facehugger on Ripley's face, escaping the commandos and then making his way through the Sulaco and down to Fury 161 with Stone, watching Ripley take that swan dive and seeing that alien burst out of her had almost been overload. Part of the reason why he'd gotten caught, combined with his half-healed injuries and just general shock. But in the weeks that had followed, when he'd had time to think in between the relentless questioning and the outright torture, he'd come to accept she was dead and Newt was dead and those half-formed thoughts and dreams he'd had in the middle of all that mess on LV-426 were gone, as ephemeral as most of his dreams of the future had ever been. He'd probably been stupid to ever have them in the first place. But now she was here and she was alive and from before that fucking facehugger got her. He'd watched the movie. It hadn't been easy, watching everyone die again, but he'd seen what had happened after he'd passed out courtesy of the painkillers Bishop had given him. He rubbed the side of his face where the acid burn scars were, the memory of that intense pain rising for a moment until he shook his head to dismiss it. He'd seen what that acid did to Drake. He'd got out of it with some scars on his face and chest. He'd gotten lucky. And Ripley... He smiled a little. Ripley had kicked ass. He knew he'd liked her for a reason. He leaned against the back of the sofa and stared at the door to his apartment, taking a long drag on his cigarette. She was going to be here soon and he was going to have to tell her what happened. He hadn't watched the third movie so he only had what he knew from when he'd gone down to Fury 161 and what he'd overheard or been told by the Wey-Yu people but better that she heard it from him, especially about Newt. |