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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 01:46 pm UTC (link)

Lexie was so quiet. So calm. No barrage of questions. Seemingly no fear that something might have happened to others. He had no idea where her thoughts were but it meant the world to him that she seemed to be in the moment and with just him.

It took him a moment to realize that he was crying. Again. Damn this place. But he had no energy with which to be furious about the circumstances they found themselves in where this grand glass-covered experiment was concerned. They had done their best to wear away at him, break him down and lay him bare. He felt exposed for the completely ineffectual jackass that he had always been. At best his heroics of the past were a bunch of pompous gallivanting. No more.

"Sorry," he whispered and breathed out a quiet chuckle, knowing he was getting her wet. Knowing this was so completely inverted from what their relationship had been before now. He wanted to laugh with her again but all he could manage was this internal hollowness and a driving need to just be close.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-17 02:02 pm UTC (link)

There were times for everything and this was not the time to push and shove and be loud. Some people had a hard time with that lesson. In the ER she'd seen people who pushed around and kicked and flailed, thinking it made them sound more confident, more in charge. They yelled for intubation and scowled that they needed their c-line right then. Hell, some of them snatched and grabbed. Those doctors, the ones who forced things; they were the ones that often made things worse. They made the patient scared; they made the staff nervous, and they never quite seemed to be in control. Quiet Little Grey was never suited for that. She'd quietly do her job with a soft voice and a patient demeanor. Either that or she'd clam up. She'd done that a couple of times, not knowing which way to turn in the headlights; but, she was learning.

Lexie hadn't realized he was crying until she felt the wetness on her shoulder and a slow heave of breath from him. Still, she continued to run her hands in slow stokes up and down his back, letting him hang there against her. "You're okay," she responded softly to his apology. What had they done to him? What could they have done to him? The guy who ran around ignoring his own safety for the sake of others? Had they tortured him? Done something to Sam? Maybe they'd tried to make some kind of deal with him? It didn't seem almost fair to think about. Most of the time, imaginations were worse than actual reality, right?

"What did they do?" She whispered that question softly, so quietly that if he wanted to ignore it he could. If he wanted to pretend he hadn't heard she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't push you, Dean; she'd just be there.

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