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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-16 22:24:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 15: Gym, 4:23 PM

Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Catching up
Where: The Gym
When: Day 15, Afternoon
Rating: PG to start

Status: Complete

People had disappeared again. They'd disappeared and those who were left went to a party and pigged out as if nothing was wrong. They'd eaten and drank and then went home and had their naps as if nothing had happened at all in the middle of this insane place called Vas Captio. Lexie sighed, she was back in her room, with her knees pulled to her chest and staring at her journal, willing more people to count themselves as present on Sam's all call for people. Dean was listed there; but, she hadn't seen anything else in there from him aside from that he'd turn up. Didn't he realize that it made her nervous when anyone disappeared. When people went missing they didn't usually come back.

Sighing she reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of water. Cracking it open she forced herself to take a drink. It was so quiet in the gym she could hear her own heartbeat. She could swear she could hear all the way to the main doors. She was listening. "C'mon, Dean," she urged. Nothing.

Closing her journal and setting it and the bottle on the small table she'd made as a night stand she curled up, wrapping herself in a blanket. No Dean. No Elliot. No Andy. She felt very, very alone right then.

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hellsboy
2009-07-17 04:39 am UTC (link)

She was there for him. She had her arms around him, settled in for the long haul and he couldn't have been more relieved and at ease than he felt now like this. His body relaxed for the first time. Even when he'd been out cold, his body had been rigid, curled tightly into a fetal position. As he'd dragged himself to the gym, it had taken all his strength.

Now, with her close, he could finally let go. She was letting him do that and he wasn't able to do anything else but give in. Let the walls down. Raw and emotionally naked, he rested there in her arms. She was to him what he always wanted to be to everyone around him. She was his hero.

His fingers pressed into her sides, his arms still wrapped around her and long enough to reach the place above her hips. There was an urgency, a gentle one that was nowhere near the sexual subtext of any interaction they'd had previously. It was so unconscious that if Dean had realized he was holding to her for dear life he might have died on the spot from embarrassment.

"I love -- this," he said after a long moment.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-17 04:47 am UTC (link)

She was there. Mentally, physically, emotionally. She was always there. Most people didn't notice and sometimes those who did just walked right over her like a mat; but, that didn't keep her from being present in every moment; especially ones like these when someone needed her. She was sure Dean needed her.

She felt like he was clutching, clinging, and grabbing. It was a need, something she'd recognized. It was the way she'd grabbed her sister the day their mom had died. That urgent sense of want that went far beyond words and didn't need to be articulated. All it took was to feel it once in your life and you knew it when you saw it. It was with empathy Lexie held on to Dean; because she knew she'd want to be held.

'I love -- this,' came past his lips and the only reaction Lexie had was a slow nod. He was saying he felt safe; it made her feel good to know she could make him feel that way; a man who'd made his life making others safe and sound and comfortable. "It's here as long as you need it to be, Dean," I'm here.

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