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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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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-18 02:59 am UTC (link)

He was being so affectionate it was almost uncharacteristic. She could take them for what they were, his calls to be smothered and hugged and held and needed; so she did. He was telling her without words that he needed that affection, that security. It was still a little unsettling, despite.

"W-w---" She stammered. She couldn't even get an entire syllable out. "Surgeries?" She shook her head. She didn't know how to respond to that. "Awake? That's imp--" She knew better than to call anything impossible. He wouldn't lie to her, he wouldn't make things up. It had to have happened, the way that he'd said. They'd done something to him and he'd been conscious the entire time. "Oh, Dean," he may have kept the boy-soldier act up; but Lexie knew what she'd be feeling after something like that: Violated. Her hand found his. She'd hold it. She had to.

He said that if they wanted her, he'd go instead. "Don't be foolish," she said quietly. She'd never ask anyone to do that for her. She'd never let that happen. Never ever. "You can't.." she tried to catch his eyes.

It was then he started talking to the ceiling in a tone she didn't recognize, it made her scared. "Dean," he breathed, her hands to his cheeks, willing him to look her in the eye. "Hey --- hey--- listen..." she tried to catch his eyes, those puffy, panicked eyes. "We're here and we're safe. You and me, yeah? Just us..." Her hands moved from his cheeks to his hair. She'd never have thought him to have a flair for something like this. He sounded desperate, it made her heart ache. "We're OK."

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