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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Andy ignored the unfamiliar man and stared at the back of Luna's head, willing her to turn around. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe it was just burns; he could deal with burns. Even blood...he could go that, that wasn't a really big deal, right? But when he'd started talking to her and she turned, Andy's stomach knotted and he swallowed back the urge to gag. He could hear Connor telling him what he already knew, but it didn't make him any less inclined to try.

He and Luna had shared a bond much like the one he now shared with Elliot, only he felt it was almost more intimate with Luna for lack of sex. They were close based on the fact that they liked being around one another and nothing more. They'd woken up together in the woods on their first day; she'd taken care of him when he'd been in pain from the leg wound. They'd laughed and played stupid little games with their matches and Tic-Tacs together when no one was looking. He missed her.

And Connor was right that all that was left was the body. It was in horrible shape and she looked more like a nightmare than the dreamy thing she'd once been - so bright and cheerful, now reduced to charred skin, a dangling eyeball and a rancid stench. But Andy couldn't move any further than Connor had yanked him, because he couldn't stop staring at her.

"Get off me," he muttered, wrenching his arm back away from Connor. The tone in his voice was neutral rather than nasty, but the movement said enough. He didn't want to go.

Then, his attention turned to Luna again, although his eyes never left her, however difficult she was, now, to look at. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, looking her in the eye - the one she had left in tact while consciously ignoring the other. It was more for himself than it was for the reanimated corpse of what had once been his friend. What was worst was that it was his fault she was like this.

Luna was dead because Andy had failed to do his job. He'd promised her he'd protect her and the moment she went off alone, he'd taken it too personally to man up, look for her, and keep taking care of her. Instead, he'd let her go. Andy had been too stubborn and too proud in the wake of Dean's flirtations with Luna to try again to explain himself to her so that she would understand and come home. So, now here she was, dead, walking, stinking, and rotting...and hungry, from the looks of it.