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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-15 23:22:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 19, elliot reid, location: church

Day 19, Morning
Who: Elliot Reid and Andy Gallagher
What: Wakey, Wakey
Where: The Van near the Church
When: Day 19, Morning
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Elliot wasn't sure what woke her, but it was with a sigh of relief that she opened her eyes and spotted Andy's velvet tiger print on the inside of the van. At least she hadn't been pulled for the day's torture. Not that it was a huge relief, considering that she knew there would be others who were less lucky. She rolled over and looked at Andy's form buried under the blankets. She could see a small bit of hhair poking up from the top of his blankets. At least he hadn't been pulled either.

She stretched in the small space of the van and looked around for her journal. There was no use putting off looking in it to see what horrors had already happened or awaited them outside the safety of the van. She spotted it piled on top of some books behind the driver's side. She crawled over, trying to reach for it over Andy's sleeping form without waking him. All she managed to do was get two fingers on it before sending the books toppling. Andy's form stirred under the blankets and Elliot scrunched up her nose.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, reaching over him to pick up one or two of the other books. "I was just trying to get to my…" Elliot's throat stopped working as warm brown eyes looked up at her. She screamed and threw herself back against the other side of the van. Tiny hands emerged from underneath the blanket and she had to force herself not to hyperventilate. Tiny hands creeped her out. Tiny hands really creeped her out. What was more disturbing at the moment though, was that the kid in front of her was wearing an exact miniature version of Andy's clothes. What the frick?

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice so high and squeaky that it sounded almost hoarse. She refused to entertain for even a second that this could be the same Andy Gallagher, only much younger. Because that was absurd. Impossible. Unthinkable.

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frickonastick
2009-08-28 02:30 am UTC (link)

Andy coughed and Elliot panicked, reaching out to pat him on the back to keep him from choking. God, that was all she needed, having to do the Heimlich on a kid. She'd probably break his ribs. He regained himself and pushed forward as if it was nothing. "Not blue jeans," Elliot said, still watching him carefully to make sure he wasn't going to die on her. "Genes, they're part of your DNA make-up." She raised her eyebrows and seemed to think about his words. "Well, Barry has a few more cooties than he should as a guy."

Andy started laughing harder and before she knew exactly what was happening his head was in her lap and Andy was looking up at her. She instinctively reached up to feel her cheek. "No, just pink," she said, giving him a self-conscious smile. God, he was kind of adorable.

"What was the story about?" Elliot asked, her curiosity piqued. "Was it how he met your mom?" Hey, she planned on getting married someday. She loved hearing about how people got together so she could be alert and ready for when Mr. Right came along.

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