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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-23 18:47:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 04, lexie grey, location: church, luna lovegood

Day Four - Evening
Who: Andy Gallagher, Lexie Grey, and Luna Lovegood
Where: The Church
What: Andy's coming back down off the Ketamine
When: Early evening
Rating: TBA
Warning: Severe drug content
Status: Complete

It was sort of like...being in a dream world, only it was all fucked up. Webber was there and then he was gone. Tracy was still sitting in the back of the ambulance with the blanket wrapped around her, avoiding Andy's eyes, only this time they were loading Webber's fucking corpse in with her, completely neglecting the meat wagon parked a few feet away. She'd spared him a disdainful glance and turned to run a hand over the body bag.

Andy's breath kept catching in his throat, it felt like, and the room was spinning and spinning and fucking spinning...

He'd heard Lexie trying to tell him that it was normal; that it was just a bad trip and she'd cut herself off. His shut up command - which he'd meant to direct at Webber - it seemed, had hit her instead. And now he really had done it to her. Jesus, he was going to hell. He was going straight to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred--

"Are you fu-cking kidding me," he murmured as the church went black and lit up again in red. Luna in the goddamn dominatrix outfit and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs beckoning at him with one finger as a cheshire cat grin spread over her lips. Never mind the fact that Webber was standing behind her, grabbing at her tits from behind and definitely never mind the fact that there were two more of her on either side of Webber; one in the soaked, clinging, practically see-through sundress he'd met her in and one in the outfit she'd been wearing that morning. Both hanging off Webber like super whores or something.

Webber, himself, looked appropriately smug and Andy wanted to scream. Hell, he actually might have, for all he knew.

But the room kept spinning and spinning again and again and then Webber was gone and the freaking Luna parade were all pawing at him when the red light turned a blue-green and strobed annoyingly at him like he really was at a freaking rave. Lexie was still on the floor with the rest of him - whatever that meant, but it seemed to make sense at the time - holding his hand and staring at nothing he could pinpoint in particular. It was like she didn't even see him standing there over...himself... In any case, she'd stopped. It looked like she was holding some kind of a vigil and in his addled brain, he decided that the drug had killed him. This was Hell. ...it wasn't so bad except everytime he tried to touch the Lunas, they disappeared and reappeared like the way a ghost flickered in the movies. They were kissing and licking at his neck but he couldn't feel a fucking thing. Oh yeah. This was Hell.

"Fucking freaking out!" he screamed at Lexie and the Lunas and tried to shake them off, because really, they were effing useless if he couldn't touch them or feel them touching him, so they might as well back off so he could at least look at 'em. "If you killed me, Lexie, I swear to God I'll haunt you, I really really will..." he went on incoherently because, whoa, hey...he felt that when one of the Lunas made a strategically placed movement against him.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-26 04:25 pm UTC (link)

While he was not surprised, Andy was disappointed when Lexie told him that he couldn't have anything for the pain and that he'd essentially just have to grin and bear it. At least for now. That was unappealing at best, but he could do it, yeah.

The way that Luna - he was sure that was her name, now, even if he didn't really know why - looked away from him when he said he didn't remember was confusing. Was that disappointment? Why did she care whether or not he remembered her? Should he?

But when she started to bandage his leg like Lexie asked her to, his stomach flip-flopped in a completely different way than it had been from the pain and the Ketamine. The feel of her hand on his thigh made him shift awkwardly and just slightly beneath her touch. He tried to look at her face, but her hair fell around it like she was hiding behind it. Was she his girlfriend or something? Andy's brow furrowed slightly in confusion. If she was his girlfriend, he should definitely remember that, shouldn't he? At the very least, he must be interested in her, because the fluttering in his stomach was pretty telling, if nothing else. It'd explain the Luna parade, at least, and it wasn't terribly unbelievable to think that maybe he liked her; she was beautiful.

Lexie's voice pulled his focus, though, and he looked back up at her even though she was clearly talking to Luna. His eyes followed her nod toward her kit and suddenly a few more things clicked.

"What does 'fuck' mean?"

"FI-YAH! I. Have made fire!"

"One bed would be fine."

"I dunno if it'd be crossing an understood boundary to suggest using each other's body heat until the heat from the fire actually gets to us down here, but..."

"You're a good man, Andy."

They'd arrived here together. They'd found the church; he'd built them a fire. They'd laid together on the floor and he'd watched her fall asleep. He remembered when he woke up, she wasn't there; he was in the woods, tied to another person in the rain. There was a cougar. That's why his leg hurt. He'd made it worse trying too hard to keep Luna safe; to make sure she was taken care of. Bob had given him Vicodin and told him to slow down. Lexie had replied when he wrote in the book that talked back asking how much of it he should be taking. He'd asked her to come to fix him and she had.

Little flashes of snippets of memories hit him. He'd lied to Luna so she wouldn't worry when he went to bring her food. He'd laid with his head in her lap and her hand in his hair as he apologized for it. ...he'd kissed her. She'd run away.

"I remember..." he said slowly.

She'd taken something he'd said the wrong way, but he couldn't remember what; that was still a little fuzzy. But whatever it was, he'd hurt her feelings. Was that why she'd been looking at him until he said he couldn't remember? Is that why she'd looked away? He owed her an apology for something and he hadn't given it?

Lexie said he would be down from the trip in a few minutes. He hoped so. And he hoped like hell that he could remember everything by the time he did.

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luna_llena
2009-04-28 02:10 am UTC (link)

Torn between believing that someone or something darker than whatever this 'ketamine' was, and listening to just what she was being told, Luna still did not meet either of their eyes. Occlumency was nothing she really had expertise in, so she had to resort to far more primitive to avoid any Legilimency.

When she smoothed over the tape onto his skin, Andy shifted beneath her touch, and Luna was nearly too tired to try to worry about translating what that small action meant. Energy was best devoted to keeping her mental guards up and staying alert to her surroundings. Not to even attempting to dissect either his or her reactions to helping put him back together.

The blonde caught a glimpse of his face out of the corner of her eye, but carefully continued to avoid direct contact.

Lexie's water bottle was already clutched in her hand, her body already turned back to bring it back, when Andy said that he had remembered. With the water held between her hands, she finally looked up to look at the man on the floor.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-29 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Lexie was stuck there, still, behind Andy acting like a chairback. Frankly, she was tired of it. She didn't think that doing some sutures out in the middle of the woods, with crazy ketamine trips and girls who couldn't follow simple directions could be so draining; but, it was.

"Do you mind, you know, kind of just propping Andy up for a few minutes? I can't really feel my knees," her voice was sort of small there - smaller than Doctor Lexie would have liked it to have been. She was supposed to be confident and knowledgeable. Instead, she was feeling weak and slow and tired.

"Andy, you're going to need to try and drink some water, OK? We already know there's nothing left in your stomach, and I really don't want you to get dehydrated."

She noticed the way that Blondie was acting kind of skeeved out. Maybe it was the sight of blood? Or maybe it was pants-less Andy. Whatever it was, Lexie didn't want to play psych consult at the moment - she just wanted to check her sutures one last time and leave Andy in the hands of his friend here.

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