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Tweak says, "G is for Grater"

skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-04 23:37:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 09, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 9: Afternoon
Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Splinters. (Dude, who does Dean think he's kidding?)
Where: The Gym
When: Day 9, Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

From the time that Lexie had found herself on her own in the gym again she had set herself to work. Something had clicked in Lexie's brain - something that would not allow her to remain still - she needed to do something, needed to keep her focus off of where she was and what she was feeling. The best way to accomplish this? Clean.

The exam area was whiped down and the muddied footprints that had trailed from the door to the tables and back again were mopped up off of the hardwood with ease. These actions kept her busy only a short time and soon enough she was back on the prowl,looking for ways to keep her mind busy. Peeking into one of the doors that lead off into a darkened hallway, Lexie realized that there might be a room back there she could call her own. Overcoming fear she stepped into the dark, littered hallway. Turning to the first door on her right she found a janitor's closet. Continuing to the next it was a hallway that lead to the locker rooms.

Pushing open the next door, Lexie found what had probably once been a small store of sorts - perhaps where tickets or concessions had been sold from. The door was one of those half ones with a little ledge that hung off like a counter. The room beyond the door, barely six foot square was just what she was looking for. A room with a door that had a latch. She could lock herself in at night. Looking up at the ceiling she spied the current source of light - a long, skinny window. "At least nobody will come climbing through it," she remarked, feeling quite self satisfied.

Propping open the door with a hunk of folded cardboard she set her attention back to moving her things from the main room to this tiny little alcove all her own. She could nest in there. She could feel safe in there. Lexie Grey had finally found her own space. Weevils, clones, waking up naked - it didn't matter she'd managed a safehouse.

Stacking the couch cushions and her blankets and her sweatshirt and her food Lexie tried to pick up the entire load at once. She knew immediately this was a bad, bad idea. First thing to go: a can of pears. Next thing to go her sneakers. Finally the whole load tipped and Lexie was left standing in a pile of everything she owned in Vas. It wasn't much but it was hers.

"Great," she groaned, bending over to try and put everything back into some semblance of order. "I guess I'm going to have to do more than one trip," she sighed.

At least she had a place. Finally.

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hellsboy
2009-06-08 08:27 am UTC (link)

Dean liked that smile she kept trying to fend off. It was cute and he'd felt it when she'd kissed him. She was biting her lip and he had no qualms about watching that for a beat, his eyes focused on her mouth before drifting lazily up to her eyes again. She was so easy to read and he knew he was an ass not taking this very seriously. Or maybe he was taking it somewhat seriously. He couldn't get her off his mind when they weren't together. Unsettling though. Get a hold of yourself, Winchester. This is not happening again, he thought.

"That sounds like a good idea to me, Doc. I'm afraid that if you don't work on them soon, I may never be able to use them again. That would be a huge shame. Right?" he asked, grinning and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

Dean hopped up on the table as instructed, feeling very much like one of those kids in the Norman Rockwell prints about being at the doctor's office. He half expected her to pull out one of those knee-knocker things and make his leg jump for the hell of it. She seemed so in her element here among the odds and ends she'd collected with the anticipation of treating patients. He settled more comfortably to watch her in action.

"The checking out of your ass is going very well, by the way, Doc," he teased as she moved around. Then he held out his left hand to her as instructed, unworried about the discomfort that was about to follow as she removed the splinters. He'd had worse, much worse. "At least these aren't in my face. That was the worst."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 09:29 am UTC (link)

As much as Lexie thought that she might have the slightest amount of obfuscation to her thoughts, actions, and expressions; truth be told that it was pretty easy to tell wat she was thinking at any given time. Though, she had mastered toning down dislike - when she was interested it was usually painfully obvious to just about everyone around her. That was how everyone had known so easily how much she had liked George; there was this infectious smile that she had little hope of actually ever containing.

"Oh, I'd feel a genuine sense of guilt if you were never able to play the piano again, Dean. And your painting? What ever would the world think of me for depriving it of your artistic prowess?"

She could tell he was watching her, and that was a pretty normal feeling. Usually patients watched their doctors with this odd sense of anticipation blended curiousity. Though, sometimes it was kind of creepy. This watching, however, she took in stride; she'd imagine she'd do the same if she ever had the opportunity to watch him work. Somehow, people always seemed a little bit more fascinating when they feel into their roles and jobs.

"Yeah? I'm glad. I feel like I'm missing out on my opportunity with you sitting up there." Her left hand came up under his and she readied the tweezers for action. "Your face?" She paused, her brows knitting together before she plucked the first splinter. There were a few big ones she could get pretty simply - for the rest she had a feeling she'd be using a needle.

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