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Tweak says, "IT'S RAINING IN MY HEAD!!!"

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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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-17 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Go ahead and cry, Dean Winchester. Lexie'd been there, too. She'd been balled up in a giant hug from Andy when she needed to break. He'd made her laugh and somehow tried to make it all light; even as they were both broken and mashed. She could do that for you, too. If you'd let her. She wanted to, really. She needed to because she'd been the world's most ineffective doctor as of late. She needed to feel like she could do something to heal someone. So, she'd hold tight, listening to him breath and letting those silent tears fall where they may. It didn't matter that he was crying; what mattered was that he needed to and could. She wouldn't tell anyone, Dean. Just like she knew Andy wouldn't tell anybody about her. Everyone breaks.

He shifted and moved and she could feel him pulling away. He'd moved back far enough that she could see his puffy eyes and where tears had streaked down his cheeks. "You sure you're not allergic to me? You're looking a little bit puffy there..." Instinctively her fingertips came up to push the tears from his cheeks and to settle in that spot again where shoulder met spine. She's smitten with you, Dean Winchester, even like this. Especially like this.

When he finally spoke she didn't know what to respond to first: The people he didn't know? The fact something horrible happened? That nothing happened to her? "More people?" She asked. Sorry, Dean, she'd always think of others first; and yes, that included you. She shook her head, it was more the thoght of what he meant by what had happened to him. He still hadn't said, and she had noticed. More head shaking. "No, nothing... Just the party." Her eyes were searching, looking for something, anything in his own. Something that made it all make sense.

"Really, I'm fine," relatively speaking, of course.

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