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

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!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 11:43 am UTC (link)

"Hm. Makes me almost want to stop you from fixing my hands, Doc. You shouldn't tell a guy things like that!" he laughed, trying to coerce out the laughter he saw her holding back. Her eyes were alive with it and he wanted to hear it.

He flashed her another mischievous grin then purely because she'd made notice of it. "When I was twelve? Well of course. I was always this handsome. With the added bonus of only getting better with age." Well, he did know he was a good looking guy. There was no way to deny that his face had been a certain currency with girls, but he was pushing it to laughable with how narcissistic he was pretending to be. There was a difference between fact and really being full of oneself. He hoped.

He winced again and growled in the back of his throat as she fished around under his skin with the needle. Not at all one of this favorite things in the world. At least he had the boon of being near her, surrounded by her warmth and laughter. Fuck, was he having a chick flick moment right now? He groaned inwardly and forced himself to stop thinking and talk in spite of how little he felt like actually speaking with the twinges of pain in his hand.

"What were you just thinking about?" he asked. She could have just been very focused on his hand but he was curious if there had been more going on behind her eyes as she licked her lips before smiling in that odd little way she'd just done. If nothing else, Lexie was intriguing. He wasn't going to think about the nagging idea that was slowly occurring to him. The one that said he was hyper-focused on her so that he didn't have to think about the horrible rejection Shannon had just doled out to him. No. He liked Lexie. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

"Yes, Doc. I played flute which is the biggest reason why you have to fix my hands. Think I'll ever be able to play again?" he asked and fell into her laughter with his own as he impulsively he reached out with his free hand and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 12:13 pm UTC (link)

Her laughter was breathy when it finally came to pass. It was a funny little tightrope she walked with him. One that didn't necessarily feel scary so much as invigorating. "I will not be responsible for depriving the world of your art, Dean Winchester," she playfully scolded him.

"I bet when you're ninety you'll be one of those sugar daddies with a twenty-year-old girlfriend," she could picture it now. Same mischevious smile. Same quick wit. Buxom blonde on his lap and a wheelchair with Impala emblazened on the back. She'd bet he'd even get racing stripes.

"Sorry, just a sec..." she responded to his growl. It wasn't like she wanted to make him miserable; especially since getting those splinters out were for his own good.

Everything said and done, she heard his question and her smile dropped a little. Again, being the kid with their hand in the cookie jar. What had she been thinking about? Oh, yeah, touching him. Yeah, that was something she'd readily admit to. "Oh, just your hands," see, look, a half truth!

"Oh, I don't know Dean, those splinters really took a toll. I think you have a long road ahead before you'll be as great as you once were..."

Dean was almost doting, and it was sort of refreshing to Little Grey. She'd struck out twice so far with men. The first one ran off with his crazy former lover and the second one didn't even think of her in that way; so, to have someone actually being affectionate was a welcomed change of pace. It dawned on her that she'd really have a hard time getting him out of her mind now and that didn't seem quite so bad. She could think of him, she'd just have to remember not to be needy. Not being needy was the key.

She was half tempted to call him on it - to say something sly like 'I bet you're like this with all the girls,' but that would be too far. That would try and put things in some sort of context. No, she needed to keep her nose out of that business. All that mattered was right now.

She may have wanted to bite her lip and look at the floor in a bashful teenage girl sort of way; instead she found herself sucked into that moment of laughter that seemed to be such a common occurence between them.

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hellsboy
2009-06-09 09:08 am UTC (link)

Dean smiled as she laughed. He liked the way, even if she wasn't full out laughing, it reached every part of her face. The more time he spent with her the prettier she seemed, especially now as she worked in her element, doing her thing and fixing him up. He got the impression she really enjoyed fixing people, healing. Of course, no one really went into medicine if they didn't like that, did they? He wasn't sure but he hoped they didn't. He'd seen more than his fair share of physicians and would no doubt see many more. He'd rather they want to be there than be half-distracted with disliking their job.

His eyes went slightly wide and he laughed as he pictured this sugar daddy ero of his life with a twenty-year-old girlfriend. "Oh I'm sure that's exactly what will happen when I'm ninety. If I live that long I'll have earned the twenty-year-old girlfriend. Maybe a couple. I mean Hefner will be out of the picture by that time. I could set myself up in the Playboy mansion and everything. Good thinking, Doc! I now have a new lifetime goal."

He hung his head, shaking it slowly from side to side. "What am I going to do at the Playboy mansion if I can't use my hands, Doc?" Looking playfully frustrated he sighed. Then his eyes lit with a new idea. "Maybe the bunnies will have to touch themselves for me." He couldn't keep a straight face for the line of bullshit and started chuckling even as she kept up with the needle under his skin.

Dean's eyes travelled the planes of her face slowly as she worked. He really would have liked to have kissed her again. It was important to get the damned splinters out of his hands but he was finding himself drawn to her mouth time and again whenever she laughed. There was something very sweet about her. Not his usual cup of tea but she could keep up with the game, the wit. He could picture himself at ninety with her on his lap. She was the sort of girl a guy could settle down with. If he were the settling sort.

He shook his head. Really? Lexie on his lap at ninety? Something not right about that coming to mind. This place was really getting to him. Turning him soft or something. He could not mellow. The minute you mellowed you lost your edge. That's when everything started taking you by surprise and you could get yourself or someone else killed. Dad's philosophy. It seemed sound. He pushed the image out of his mind and laughed at himself, then winced.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-09 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Lexie's laughter still hung in the corners of her lips as she tried with mixed results to try and focus on business. it was like a compulsion, to try and keep up the "I'm really a Doctor, I don't just play one on TV," composure when she had Dean talking about playboy bunnies and asking what he ought to do if his hands never worked again. She couldn't help it, her laughter coming outright as she pictured him in a maroon smoking jacket the same smile hanging around his eyes. It was a very funny; but very sweet picture.

"Lexie Grey, life coach," she smirked. Now that was a funny idea. Mostly because in Lexie's world things weren't dreams, they were goals. There were things she wanted to do, plans how she would do them, and then she would accomplish it. Perhaps that's why things with Dean were so disorienting for her. Lexie the planner was actively working against planning. She was actually working against what had been her practice: she knew where her relationships fell in her life until now. So, to kick back and let it all roll as she was now; it was simultaneously freeing and a bit uneasy.

"Well, you don't have to use your hands for everything," she looked up and caught his eyes, the look of a mischief maker taking over for dedicated doctor. Her head was back in their game; their banter, despite how she'd tried to reroute it into business where things were safe and defined. Dean was bringing out the best in her - the light hearted, carefree Alexandra Grey. Maybe that's why she kept finding herself feeling a bit jittery with her heart in her throat and wondering if she'd gone a bit too long without taking a breath. He made her self conscious, in a good way.

Forcing her eyes away from his she set his repaired hand down and took up the other in turn. "Looks like your right hand made it through a bit better," she took up the tweezers and carefully plucked the remaining half dozen or so splinters, taking a moment to inspect his palm one last time. Maybe she was just looking for reasons to hold on.

"All patched up, fluting and groping here you come."

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