InsaneJournal

Relatively speaking the gym was quiet. Very quiet. Well, mostly because the kids were gone. That was something that was both startling and eerily welcomed by the brunette as she spent the day cleaning up after them. Forget Chris' attempts at making potions or the wrappers and juice boxes: this was a clinic and she was going to make it look like one again. Broom and towels and water made Lexie a happy girl as she willed away thoughts of Dean-Gone-Missing and scrubbed the floors and put away bottles and bandages. She had something to occupy her thoughts aside from neurotically checking her journal every fifteen minutes for some sign of life from Dean.

Eventually, she couldn't clean any more and she went back to work in her room, turning her bed and the shelves and the chair to make it look different. Another attempt at distraction. Another failed attempt. Damn you dried yellow flowers. Damn you pillow she imagined smelled like him. Damn it.

She tapped her toes. She rolled her eyes and eventually she tried to lay down and nap. No dice.

Well, when Lexie can't sleep there's only one thing to do, play cards until she goes cross eyed. Hey, it's better than scribbling all over the journal, right?

So, she pulled up a seat at that tiny table she'd made her own and she started flipping over cards in a game of solitaire, singing the lyrics to 'We Didn't Start the Fire' all along. "Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatle Mania.."