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Faith Lehane (rogue_slayer) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-09 11:30:00

Entry tags:

emily sorenson, faith lehane, future!dean winchester

Who: Faith, Dean and Emily
When: Nowish
Where: Faith's Pimp Palace
Why: Because all Faith wanted was some dinner.
Warnings: crazycave!Emily

Faith had her arms folded over her chest, standing in the main kitchen leaning against the counter. It was just another average day for one of New York's busiest madams. She took the calls, she booked them, she tried her best to keep track of who she owed and who owed her. She even had a leftover slice of pie that Mary had brought over for Emily with a few of the girls. The problem was, she had to eat it with her fingers because somehow... mysteriously every piece of silverware in the house had disappeared.

Things had been getting progressively worse over the last few days and Faith didn't really understand it. She'd seemed fine after the attack happened. In fact, she had been the one telling everyone else to shut up because she was fine. Now, if it had been Solvei or Dean saying that Faith wouldn't have bothered to believe it, but Emily wasn't like the rest of them so she believed her.

It didn't get her very far. All of the silverware was gone along with any pens, bottle openers, anything that had a sharp edge. Some of the girls had complained that she'd broken into their room and stolen razors and other things. Faith didn't know. She didn't understand what was going on. She wanted to believe that it would just work itself out until Solvei wasn't tangled up with her boyfriend and their kid or until Dean stopped being a bitch and came back home.

Unfortunately, it didn't work itself out. She realized that when she went to drag her weapons trunk out of the closet and saw that someone had tried pretty damn hard to pry the lock off of it. Yeah, Emily getting into Faith's good weapons just wasn't something that was going to happen and with a house full of other people, Faith just didn't have the time to dedicate to it. The biggest problem was that she didn't understand it and short of calling the closest Nut House she wasn't sure what else to do. Luckily, Dean was coming to deal with it.

She lit up a cigarette and stared out the window moodily as she waited for Winchester to get his ass over to the house. And people thought she was the crazy one.

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live_alie
2008-08-11 09:53 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't really all that comfortable in the tub, but Emily leaned back against the porcelain and tried to make the best of it. At least they were enclosed now. It was much darker in here and Emily felt a little bit safer. They wouldn't be able to stretch out much but they'd had worse.

"I know." She told him, as she stopped fiddling with her fingernails and looked back up at him. "It's still better if we stay in here." She smiled at him slightly. It wasn't like he could protect her forever, not even that she wanted him to. She wanted to protect them, she just wasn't sure how to.

The shower curtain was a good start.

"I was watching on the news today. You know there's this guy... he has a hook. You know what he's been doing to people?" Emily asked him smartly. "It's bad out there."

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donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:08 pm UTC (link)

He just nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. He knew that no matter what, he'd be in there all night if she didn't want to get out. He wasn't leaving her. He listened to her talk on and on about the news and yeah, things were bad out there. He rarely watched the news, unless the news counted as Extra or The Soup. Yeah, so he was a closet gossip junkie, but come on, Joel McHale? Awesome dude.

Getting up, he stepped out of the tub and put his hand on her shoulder, "Lean over and scoot," he told her and she complied. He stepped back in and sat down behind her and it was only a second until she pressed herself back against him and he leaned his head back on the end of the tub.

"You can't help what happens, Em. Shit happens, but I promise you, nothing like that will ever happen to you. Again." He reached up and played with her hair a little before he finally stopped and propped his hand on the side of the tub. It killed him seeing her like this.

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live_alie
2008-08-11 10:17 pm UTC (link)

"Mmmm." She murmered as she leaned up against him. His fingers in her hair were soothing but not as much as his voice. She went so long without speaking, only screaming. She forgot what the sound of her own voice was like until he came along and reminded her.

Closing her eyes she let out a breath she'd been holding in, finally feeling herself relax as her heart rate returned to it's normal measured beat.

The next thing Emily knew she had a ray of light shining right in her eyes. She tried to squeeze her eyes tighter but the shadows wouldn't return. She blinked her eyes open to see the light was coming from outside, bursting in a thin stream underneath the blinds from the window and through the shower curtain.

It was morning. And she was.... she was sleeping in a bathtub. She opened her eyes more and realized she was pressed up against someone else. She knew who, she'd slept here before. Somehow it seemed different now though.

He stirred underneath her and she stiffened up slightly. "Morning." She said to him quickly, as she picked herself up. Her legs were tired and stiff from sleeping in the bathtub and she gingerly stepped out before heading to the kitchen to make coffee.

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donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:26 pm UTC (link)

"Hmm," he shifted and moved around a little bit when she got up. It was pretty much the first time he actually moved all night. Wasn't sure when he actually fell asleep, but he knew she knocked out before him. Must have been something he said. Rubbing the back of his head, he sat up a little and watched her go before finally lifting himself out of the tub. He turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face. Frowning, he looked toward the door when he heard her in the kitchen. He turned off the sink and headed out to where she was.

The thought of her grabbing all of his silverware and blender crossed his mind. Not the blender. He liked the blender. And the toaster. Actually, he liked everything that went in the kitchen and he was about to put the smackdown on that whole situation until he saw her ... making coffee.

Walking up, he leaned against the counter and watched her.

"How are you feelin'?" He asked and looked around. Nothing was missing. Everything was in its place and she was ... making coffee. He was confused.

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live_alie
2008-08-11 10:32 pm UTC (link)

"Better." She said, after she considered his question for a minute. "A little less crazy than yesterday." She frowned. "Or the day before." If she wanted to be completely honest with herself she was still almost just as bad. She had to work hard to deny the urge to start hoarding things and building dark little caves to hide in. Jesus, she spent the night in the bathtub.

With Dean. She glanced over at him again and met his eyes for a quick second before she looked away. Now that things were a little more.... clear. Now that she felt a little bit better, things were going back to their old awkward ways. She remembered what Bobby had told her, what Julia had told her.

"Thanks. For coming to get me." She told him before quickly turning her eyes back to the coffee pot and the task at hand. She still felt a little exposed and so she pulled the blinds down so the kitchen plummeted into artificial lighting.

She poured two cups of coffee and pushed one in front of him as she brought her own cup to the other side of the counter and sad down, looking anywhere but right at him.

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donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:40 pm UTC (link)

He felt relieved. She was better. Except, how could she be? How could it just turn off like that? He was skeptical about it all, but if she said she was better, than she was better. Now Faith could take that 'sending her to the loony bin' thing back. Because Emily wasn't going there. Even if that was probably the best thing for her from her actions last night.

She kept on looking at him like she had something to say, but the words never came out. Instead of asking her, he let it go. She had a long night, whatever it was, it didn't matter. Unless it was about her, then it did matter. Either way, he wasn't going to press the situation.

"Thanks," he said and took his cup of coffee when she pushed it in front of him.

"So, I figure you'll just stay here a few days. Think it'll be better than you stayin' at Faith's." He tried to meet her eyes, but she didn't look at him and he was getting annoyed by it.

"Unless you wanna go somewhere else, besides Faith's." He wasn't stupid, he remembered what she said. Go and don't come back.

Still stung.

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live_alie
2008-08-11 10:52 pm UTC (link)

She raised her eyes up slightly to meet his. Somewhere else as in Bruce's? She wanted to ask him but she didn't dare. It wasn't that important right now and God, what was she gonna do about Bruce? She spared him a thought or two, remembering that she had promised to call and how she just... hadn't.

"Here is fine. I don't want to you know... get in your way though or anything." She added in, looking at him. By getting in his way she mostly meant getting in the way of his sex life. She knew it would be a buzzkill having the crazy girl around the apartment. Living with your roommate from hell.

Again.

She was tapping her foot on the floor nervously, chewing on her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood. She quickly tried to cover it up by taking another sip of her coffee.

"You don't mind if I just put some tape on the windows, do you?"

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donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:58 pm UTC (link)

"Then fine," he told her and took another sip of his coffee before finally putting the mug down and walking over so he could look in the fridge. There wasn't a lot in there. Actually, there was nothing. He was living on takeout and whatever they had at the bar. Least at Bobby's he got some type of meal. Shutting the door, his eyes ran over the height of her body and he watched her foot as it tapped against the floor.

"Yes," he said and walked up beside her. "I do mind. You wanna go hide, get back in your tub," he said a little rudely and wanted to take it back. With a sigh, he moved across from her, where he was before.

"You're goin' to be okay, Em. I mean, come on, you're ... doin' good and it was only five minutes until you brought up windows and tape. Let's see if we can go for ten."

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live_alie
2008-08-11 11:11 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure I'll be fine." She said numbly, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth even as she said it. She met his eyes and everything that time just to give it that little bit of extra emphasis to make it believable.

"I guess we're ordering for breakfast." She said to him, taking a deep breath and pulling the menus off of the top of the fridge where he kept them. She tossed them down on the counter right near him.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." There. That should give him his ten minutes. It would take her at least that long to take a shower and what do you know, you shower in the tub. Emily raised an eyebrow at the thought and headed down the hall with the bag that Faith had packed for her. Faith packed it so Emily was a little afraid to see what could be inside of it.

She took her shower in peace and even stopped afterwards to brush her hair and put on lip gloss which was an improvement over the last few days.

Once dressed she went back into the kitchen to see that breakfast was already waiting on her.

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