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

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!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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brain_ninja
2009-08-30 09:44 pm UTC (link)

"What's DNA makeup?" Andy asked Elliot, confused, raising his eyebrows with curiosity. She said that her brother Barry had cooties and Andy shook his head. "Boys don't have cooties," he said with a roll of his eyes and a "duuuhhh, Elliot," tone in his voice. Because, really, they didn't. Only girls had cooties. Elliot was a grownup; she should know that.

"It'd be way cooler if you could do blue, too," Andy insisted, smirking as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt again. His little nose wrinkled slightly as he pulled away his arm and replaced it with a finger to scratch the side of the bridge of his nose. "I got a itch," he informed her. ...and then sneezed sloppily into his hands, wiping them on the legs of his jeans as he sat up again.

Andy stretched his arms over his head and then let them fall heavily at his sides as Elliot asked what the story his father had been telling him before bed had been. "Ummm..." he stalled, trying to remember. "Daddy just tells stories about how pretty Mommy was and how she used to rock me to sleep when I was a baby, but I don't uhmember it," he admitted. "My mommy died when I was really little, but Daddy says that she's an angel now in Heaven, so I guess it's okay, because then Stacy said that even though she can't be here with me, she can take care of other little kids in Heaven who need mommies," he explained with a shrug of indifference.

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frickonastick
2009-08-30 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"It's..." Elliot paused and sighed. "Nevermind. It's complicated. You'll learn about it in school when the right time comes." She raised and eyebrow and looked distant for a moment as she thought about Barry and his ways. "Yeah, you'll learn about that when the right time comes too," she said, focusing back on little Andy and giving him a small smile.

"Sorry to disappoint," Elliot said, letting her hand fall and accidentally brushing his curly hair on the way down. She was vaguely reminded of Rosa running her hand through her hair when she was little and she did it again, her fingers light and unsure as she stroked his hair. Hopefully it had the comforting effect she was looking for. She stopped when he wiped his nose on his sleeve, momentarily grossed out. As a doctor, that was so not right. He sat up again and Elliot gave a silent sigh of relief. She had no idea what to do with him.

"Oh," Elliot said, looking pained. "God, I'm sorry." He looked at Andy for a long moment and then looked away to rummage in her corner. "Want another piece of candy?"

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