InsaneJournal

Day Eight - Late Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher and Luna Lovegood's clone
What: Can Andy tell the difference?
When: late morning
Where: The church
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete; dropped



The confines of the church were becoming too much for Andy while he was alone. Not being able to go out and find Luna for himself - make sure she was safe - was killing him. Damn this place for putting him in such a helpless and useless position. He should be out there helping people or, at the very least, Luna. He supposed he could, really, but the risk of ripping the healing wound or tearing the stitches and having to endure another K-hole experience for Doc Lex to fix them made the option a little more than horribly undesirable. Then he'd be laid up even longer and as it was, Lexie had said that she could take the stitches out today...it was just that things were so goddamn out of control here today that it was looking less and less like she'd actually make it over to do so. Andy could and didn't fault her for that.

But, he was worried about Luna. She hadn't come back to the church the night before and even though she said she'd been with Logan, he felt no better about it. He'd actually have preferred the hell out of it if she'd been with Sam or, in a pinch, even Dean. He knew them. As much as he hated to admit it for the latter of the two, he trusted them. They'd keep her safe and wouldn't let anything happen to her. Logan, to Andy, was still an enigma. For all Andy knew, the guy could've been a serial killer or a rapist on the outside, but he tried not to think of that because it made him even more uneasy than he already was in involuntarily leaving Luna in someone else's charge.

He'd asked her to come back; he needed to see for himself that she was okay and needed to know where she was. That thing had said she was going to die...and it would be over his own dead body that such a thing came to pass, because like hell he was going to be directly or indirectly involved in another person's demise. Especially not Luna's.

Unfortunately, though, all he could do was wait and hope she came to him. She hadn't said one way or the other in the journals whether she'd come and he could understand her trepidation in being around him. Things were awkward and if that wasn't bad enough, everything was compounded with her having witnessed him under the influence of the Ketamine. He wouldn't have wished that on anyone who didn't know what to expect from it, least of all her. So, fidgeting nervously and anxiously, Andy paced on the crutches, sat in the pews, refreshed the fire in the baptismal, played with his matches; anything he could do to take his mind off the minutes that were melting away as he waited for her to show...or not show.