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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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luna_llena
2009-05-01 09:26 am UTC (link)

Blood Luna could handle. It was everything else at the moment about the situation that was hard to hold in her fingers to inspect and categorize before it seeped out between little gaps in her hands.

Things had to happen for a reason, and they must be leading to a happier part in the cycle of life. This was a mantra she had repeated many times, in many places, under many circumstances. So often that it had simply melted into who she was, long ago.

But this, the rest of it? Luna just did not know. Whatever her feelings for Andy were, fledgling or not, they were completely muddled, turned about and thrown back into the fray half clothed and drunk. Overwhelmed, but mostly emotional, social, things, the blonde witch would have liked to have been much more helpful, but she simply did not know how. Not at that moment. Even without her own tiredness from her 24 hour sugar high run off into nothingness.

She did, however, move a step towards Andy at Lexie's request, only to be stopped before her second step by his propping himself up. This series of misunderstandings lay between them like a gulf, invisible but there all the same.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-02 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Lexie sighed. Andy may be able to prop himself up, but the Doctor was none too keen on having him left there alone. Especially with dusk rapidly falling on them. For better or worse, Lexie knew that her resevoir of strength was near depleting. She couldn't be strong much longer for these two, patient or not. If she was back at Seattle Grace she would have left them without question, asking the duty nurse to call her with changes to his leg and heading to the on-call room to take a nap. Lexie had no on-call room to escape to right now. She had no place to hide and shut it all out. She was in the woods, with strangers and using dental floss and sewing needles to stitch people up.

The silence around them was pregnant - and it wasn't entirely Lexie's fault. "You'll stay, right?" She looked pointedly at the blonde. "You'll stay and make sure he... Make sure he's OK, right? And you'll come find me if he's not, right? I found this barn with these couches, and I'm going to go sleep there. You'll come find me, right?" She was rambling. Lexie was rambling because she was tired and on the verge of crumbling.

Doctor Grey needed something, and that something started with getting out of this church.

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