InsaneJournal

Day Twenty - Late morning
Who: Andy Gallagher & Rose Tyler
What: Meeting for the first time with both in adult form.
Where: In the gym
When: Day 20, late morning
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Complete


Andy looked back through the journal, studying the map for some time before he made his decision. He'd found the two-by-four hiding snugly wedged under the reception desk and decided that he hadn't been that bad at Little League back in the day; he wasn't going to sit around the museum chit-chatting with the others about their regression when he should be making sure Elliot was okay. Hopefully, the birds were being overestimated and he'd be able to knock on the door to make sure she was alright before having to duck into the gym.

The way he figured it, after running around like a spaz playing Ninja Turtles the day before - not to mention the fact that it had been ages since the last time he had bothered or had time to take one - Andy needed a shower. By going the direction of the gym, he could check on Elliot, meet Rose while he was an adult, and still get a shower in. Three birds, one stone. The metaphor made Andy roll his eyes as he slipped out of the museum and raised the piece of wood like a bat.

He hadn't really even had time to think about it before they started coming at him. On autopilot, Andy ran in the direction of the gym, swinging the two-by-four lamely around and cringing both at the sensation of beaks breaking his skin and the sound of bones cracking whenever he felt the makeshift bat come in contact with one of the birds' bodies. Keeping his head ducked low, Andy decided to skip the van - Elliot would be better off if he just waited on checking in with her - and burst into the gym, all but hitting a homerun with the body of a bird dumb enough to follow him inside before he could slam the doors shut again. It slammed into the bleachers across the room, richocheting off and landing on the floor a few feet away with a sickening thud.

At that point, Andy dropped the piece of wood and allowed himself to register the pain. The hoodie he was wearing was spattered in blood, both of the birds he'd managed to lambaste as well as his own where rips and tears in the fabric left tangible reminder that they'd gotten the best of him just as much as he'd gotten the best of some of them. He'd hit a few good ones off those fucking things, but there had only been one Andy...and a shitload of crows.

"Hello? Anybody home?" he called out, brow furrowed as he carefully slid off the hoodie and wiped the blood out of his eyes with it. "Rose? Lex? Could use a little help here," he added, hissing in pain when the dirty fabric came in contact with a cut left just over his eyebrow. Only one bird had managed to get his face, but because of it, he didn't even want to know how many had gotten the back of his head. It stung already when the sweat rolled into the open wounds. In retrospect, he should've stayed put, he supposed... Shit.