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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 03:48 am UTC (link)

It was like she was flipping through too many channels all at once. So many that she couldn't focus. She didn't know if she was watching sci-fi or a rom-com. She didn't know if she should be laughing or crying or screaming or all three. She didn't know how she was supposed to react. She didn't know how he wanted her to react. The intern was losing her grasp on all her training. She was walking the tightrope without a safety line or a net. She was out there, all alone and the wind was blowing hard.

'Lexie,' he said, and that hand of his again ran across her cheek which felt raw and pushed back hair that would invariably only fall forward again in a moment. He was repeating himself, he was moving out of reflex. Dean Winchester was on auto pilot.

It was visible as he worked himself down off his perch. First his eyes stopped fluttering, his hands slowed their movements and then his breathing. Her hand at his shoulder could feel the quickened beat of his heart slowing bit by bit. She wanted to talk him down. She wanted to tell him that he was right, that it was good to breathe and to just be quiet and to let those assholes outside the walls of this little room just sit there and play with themselves.

And then he talked.

Lexie listened, lips parting as her mind tried to articulate just what she was supposed to say. Autopilot continued. That's what she told herself. Autopilot that told him to run and yell and scream and say ridiculous things. Things he'd certainly take back later. Things he'd regret. Things she wouldn't let him regret.

"I've got you, okay? This once? This once it's my turn. I'm here. I'm going to keep you from running off into the dark. And you're going to let me." There was a feeling in her gut, one that told her this was the part where she had to take her heart out of the game. She had to put on the Doctor Lexie Grey hat and she had to separate. If she didn't he just might manage to suck her in. She couldn't let him. Not this time.

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