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Tweak says, "Theres no such thing as enough"

Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-02 01:08:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 02, location: church, luna lovegood

Day Two - Mid-afternoon
Who: Andy Gallagher and Luna Lovegood
What: Reuniting after their respective experiments
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: The church
Rating: TBA, probably G or PG
Status: Complete

By the time Andy had dragged his sorry self back up the road from the gym, his clothes were covered in mud and what would be drying blood if not for the rain. For all the times he'd had to stop and sit on the dirt road holding his hands over the leg wound and putting pressure there, he'd lost a lot of blood in the rain and a lot of it ended up on his clothes. He was tired and all he wanted to do was lay down and rest. Well, second to seeing for himself that Luna was all right. After he'd heard that she'd had an experiment as well, his panic and worry had gone off the scale.

He sat on the steps of the church for a few minutes, letting the rain wash out the wounds he'd refused to clean in the shower. Shit, if the water was going to be cold, anyway, what was the point of sticking around the gym and letting Martha potentially coddle him when all he wanted was to be back at the church and to see Luna again?

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he pulled himself to his feet and hobbled inside, closing the door behind him. His heart sank when he saw that Luna wasn't there. Heaving a sigh, too tired to change his clothes, he made his way to the front of the church and stood in front of the dying fire for a moment, striking another match and throwing it in to reignite it.

At every creak or sound, he looked hopefully over his shoulder for Luna, disappointed and even more worried with every passing sound that wasn't her. She had to come back soon, right? Sam had said she was all right, in the journals, and that he'd take care of her...all Andy could do now was trust that and wait.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-07 02:35 am UTC (link)

At Luna's reassurance, Andy gave her a weak smile and closed his eyes. He saw Tracy there, lying beside him in the back of his van, a sheet pulled up around her chest and he could almost feel her fingers in his hair.

"I can't live here, Trace. I don't know what to do...Jesus, I mean, what kind of asshole loses his job for coming in stoned and then gets evicted in the same week?"

"Shit happens. You'll figure something out; you always do. We can figure something out together. Everything's gonna be fine, Andy, you'll see."

Everything wasn't fine, though. He had lived in the back of the van, mooching off Tracy's generousity for food and Webber's overzealous want to be Andy's buddy for the pot. For a year. A whole year before the mind thing kicked in and rather than always having to move his van to a new spot or ignore phone calls from bill collectors - he must've owed Tracy close to a grand for his cell phone - he was able to tell people that they'd given him permisson to park or that he'd already sent in the payment and if they checked their databases, they'd see it.

He'd gotten so used to the van that he'd just stayed there, never mind the fact that he couldn't be bothered to have to use the mind thing once a month to tell a landlord that he'd paid the rent when he hadn't.

Everything wasn't fine, ever, and then she'd broken up with him and while it had been amiable, things hadn't really ever been the same. Webber was trying too hard to be his friend and Tracy was trying too hard not to hurt his feelings. He'd told Sam when asked, back in Guthrie, that he had everything he needed, which was true. Eventually he'd found happiness with what he had and he didn't need anything else. That didn't mean he was always happy with it, though. It just meant he'd settled and he was too lazy to change things.

He opened his eyes again and looked up at her when she went on talking. "Yeah, hurts like a bitch," he admitted. He winced as she moved the ravaged fabric out of the wound and out of her way, closing his eyes again to let her work without having to actually see what she was doing. Granted, the tactile sense was heightened slightly when he blocked off the sense of sight, but he didn't suppose it would make much of a difference whether he watched or not and he didn't like the idea of bearing witness. If she happened to look up at the pain in his face, Andy sure as hell didn't want to see the pity on hers. He didn't need her pity and he didn't want it.

When he was fairly certain she was finished, Andy opened his eyes again and looked back at her. "Thanks, Luna," he said quietly and sincerely. He was exhausted and didn't really have the energy to bring things back around to see if she'd object to him kissing her, so he let it lie and decided maybe that was a sign that he shouldn't. "Do you care if I lay down for a little while? I'm exhausted..." He'd stay awake if she wanted him to; if she needed him to, to feel safe, but if she was cool with him catching some Zs, he was going to. It was daylight, so hopefully things would be okay if he dozed for a little while.

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