Alma Wade will not give up (its_my_nature) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-06 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alma wade, roy harper (red arrow) ii |
"We have training and things."
Who: Alma and Roy
What: Alma has a nightmare and Roy comforts her
Where: Urdnot Ranch
When: Last night!
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Trigger: Alma on Beckett assault dream.
Genevieve Aristide played into her plans. She let the woman live. She had what she wanted, Michael Beckett was immobile, and he would not reject her again. While he battled the psychic remnants of his former friends, Alma gave in to her primal urges.
She wanted him, needed him, loved him and he was hers and they would make the most perfect child together.
Her body, dessicated and dead, would be the vessel for a child concieved not just of flesh but also of their minds.
So she made Beckett hers. But as the seed was planted, his face shifted, and Roy was looking at her.
Alma bolted awake. She didn't scream, but she let out a horrified whimper.
Roy had been having a really weird time since he'd talked to Mia over the valarnet earlier in the day. It was weird how close their stories came, and well, there was a girl in his dreams, dressed in Oliver's colors, who he'd watched himself spying on, who could have very well been her tonight, until he'd woken up, shaking his head a little at how weirdly conveinient that was. He didn't really get it, but he knew he needed to clear his head, and, checkiing to make sure everyone was asleep and not about to do an late night wandering, decided he was going to go and make some decaf or something. Changing scenery at least might be distracting, he decided, starting down the hall toward the staffroom.
Alma got out of bed and walked into the hallway. She beat her fist against the wall and paced in a circle before bursting into a run. She bumped into Roy, stumbled back, and then tried to run past him.
"Hey, hey." Roy reached out with a hand to put it on her shoulder so she couldn't go anywhere. Something was obviously going on here. 'What's up?" he asked, turning around so he could face her. "Looks like it's something bad."
She pushed at him, "Let me go, I'll hurt you!" A wave of anxiety and fear swept through the hallway, around and through them.
"Hey, hey." Roy blinked as that took over and he started to blink. "Whoa..." he managed, but still kept his hand where it was. "That's...pretty bad." he felt almost sick from it in fact. "But no, I don't think you'll hurt me."
Torn between trying to run away and throwing her arms around Roy's neck, Alma instead just stood there, shaking. She tried to gain control over her emotions, before she started to cry, and she didn't know if that would affect him or not. The wave faded as she regained control, and she gave in and hugged him, "But I will.."
"No, hey, it's okay." Roy started rubbing her shoulders through the hug. "Not now because you know about it. You can stop it. You ARE stopping it just by trying."
Why was he being so..so...nice and touchy?
"It was just a really bad dream."
BECAUSE she'd had the dream and was obviously very distressed was why. Roy sort of had picked up on what worked for that kind of distress from, well, okay, from Oliver and Clint when he'd been at his worst not long ago. The contact, when he'd accepted it from them, had helped. So, might as well use the same idea here. He nodded a little instead. "That must have sucked." he told her. "Want to go talk about it?" he nodded a little toward the direction of the staff room. "We could make cocoa or something too."
Alma swallowed. As much as she craved the contact, she knew she couldn't trust herself with it. She pulled away, "Please, do not touch me. I want you to, too much. Cocoa sounds good."
"Okay." Roy said, nodding at that, thinking it had to do with whatever the dream was. Instead he lead her down the hall toward the staffroom. "So," he said, as they came in. "It's too bad it's gotten this bad, dreamwise. I'm glad you're here anyway. It IS safe, you know."
"I know it is safe," She took his hand, unable to abate the crush. Part of her thought if she could control her empathy she could make him want her. She crushed that thought before it became a seed.
That was probably a good thing. Roy gave her an encouraging smile and went around to start heating up water and dig out the little packets. "Okay, good." he said, nodding. "And I mean that...we're safe from whatever you think you might end up doing too. " he said, a bit awkwardly, true, but. "We have training and things."
"So did he," Alma murmured.
"Well, okay. The guy you mentioned, sure. But...there's a lot more of us here, you know? Shepard and Scott and Wrex and everybody else on staff who could be here in a second if the proverbial panic button got hit."
Alma nodded her head. Part of her wanted to believe him. She clung to that part.
Almost as tightly as she was holding his hand.
A few minutes later, Roy handed over a mug and sat down with his own. "Seriously. We've got this. Your job for now is to try to relax and not worry too much about, well, any of this. You know, you haven't really gotten a chance to be, well, like other girls your age before. This is sort of that time."
"I've been enjoying the painting classes." Alma smiled at him, "But I don't get along with them well. They tease me. I don't think they like me."
"Well." Roy said, and eyedarted a little. "I think it's more...look, everybody here has some kind of issue going on." he admitted, eyedarting. "If I'd known this place was around when I was going through my...uh...phase when I was your age, I'd have probably wound up getting some help here too. But the thing is? People's issues sort of...make them act like jerks until it's sorted out somtimes."
Alma smiled at him, "Knowing that doesn't make it less difficult. Talking less formally has helped, I think."
"That's a good thing." Roy nodded. "Less formal definitely helps. And well, they see you're trying now, so that should loosen up soon. You know..." he eyedarted a little. "They thought I was kind of weird when I showed up here. It took a little while before it felt like they were listening to what I was saying and not...trying to figure out if I had limits or buttons they could push."
"...we do not want them pushing my buttons." Alma's eyes widened. "I should inquire about a meditation class.."
"You know..." Roy said slowly, nodding. "That's a really good idea. Sort of the whole...zen thing. I wonder if Wrex knows anybody."
"I think it is very important that I remain 'zen'. For my sake and everyone else's."
"Definitely." Roy had to agree there. "I'm betting we can work something out."
"I would like that." She sipped at the cocoa and did in fact feel comforted.
"We'll ask about it tomorrow." Roy told her and grinned. So far, so good anyway.
"Roy? Thank you."
"Hey, that's what I'm here for." Roy told her, "I'm just glad it helped a little."
She shifted close,r and rested her head on his shoulder.
Roy smiled at her, glad that the contact was helping again instead of hurting.
It was a gentler sort of touch, and he wasn't objecting, so that was good enough right now.
Good enough worked well, and she was calmer now so that helped. Poor kid had been given a lot to deal with and had too much more coming at her. Roy got the urge, again, to go out and find whoever had done this, put a couple arrows in their eyes and make sure it didn't happen again. That wasn't too unreasonable, right?
Alma would probably not object.
Well, good then. Roy would just have to make sure that the law never found out. ...If it even happened that way. Right now though? She was the priority.
Alma closed her eyes, but the images from the dream were there again, so she snapped them open before a chill descended in the cafeteria.
That was a good thing really. Hey look ,she was already able to control it! See? Things were pointing in her favor already.
Control was only as simple as getting control over her emotions. Around him it was both easier, and harder. Easier to negate the negative emotions, harder to, well..negate the massive crush she had developed.
Well, if it helped the crush part was, well, kind of a normal thing, really. It had been the subject of a few snickers directed Roy's way, but most of the staff thought it was kind of cute, and had said so. Roy...wasn't too sure how to do much about it other than keep being a friend when he could. The rest, he figured, would probably pass in time. For now, he watched her, as she seemed more relaxed, and was good with that. He hoped things kept on happening that way.
If sipping cocoa and snuggling was the way to being Zen, Alma was well on her way.