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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 05:03:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 15, elliot reid, location: church

Day Fifteen - Late Evening
Who: Andy Gallagher and Elliot Reid
What: Finding out that Elliot's okay
Where: The Church
When: Day 15, late evening
Rating: PG-13 just in case (possible graphic imagery in introspection, that is)
Status: Complete

Judging by the fact that a few joints had only served to make Andy more paranoid and upset, rather than relaxed and mellow as per usual, it could only be deduced that Tonks had been correct in assuming that the point of the day was to break him. He'd seen Sam's handwriting in the journals and Shannon and Lexie's names on the roster Sam had put up, but Elliot hadn't been listed as present, deceased, or missing. It had only served to panic him more. He was supposed to be looking out for her. He was supposed to be keeping her safe. Andy had failed Luna and he'd thought he'd failed Lexie, but he wanted to make good on it with Elliot, but he'd failed there, too. At that point, he'd have welcomed the cougar all over again in place of the emotional baggage, worry, and pain he was carrying right then.

Even though he'd found that the deaths he'd witnessed had been fabricated - which, at the very least, gave him hope for Martha yet - they'd been horrible to watch. Worse to see Luna's burned corpse, let alone smell the burnt flesh. Waking up in the cemetary alone had freaked him out and he hoped like hell that Tonks had woken up somewhere safely as well. All he could think about, though, was Elliot's being missing in action and the way that Tonks had been so unsure about whether she'd been the only one to make it out of their first experiment alive.

Andy was jittery as he smoked a fourth joint on the front stairs of the church. He'd tried going inside. He'd tried walking around looking for her. Finally, Andy had been reduced to sitting outside hoping like hell that he'd see her coming up or down the road toward him sooner than later. Elliot had to be okay. She was his only charge; his only job. He'd have traded anything to know that he hadn't completely let her down.

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frickonastick
2009-08-03 07:18 am UTC (link)

She could feel his hand at her back, his fingers brushing the spot where fabric met skin and then the release of the catch as he bra loosened. She tried to concentrate intently on the feel of Andy's fingertips as they brushed over her skin, or the soft brush of his lips against her throat. She shifted as their lips met again, sliding one hand down between them to work on the clasp of his jeans and taking his free hand and putting it on her bare leg below her skirt.

She'd wanted something that would make her feel alive and break her out of the shock she'd been in since she'd woken up in the gas station, but as she kissed Andy back, once again closing her eyes to try to break out the surroundings of the church she could feel it bearing down on her like an avalanche. Any minute it the full reality of this place - the fact that she almost died, that there was no escape - would hit her and all she knew was that she didn't want to be alone when it did. As long as Andy was touching her, kissing her, holding onto her she wouldn't be alone. He couldn't protect her, but he could do that.

She broke their kiss in order to pull look at him. She felt the start of tears prickling her nose, but she fought them back, taking a deep breath before leaning down to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered. Realizing she'd never clarified before when he'd commented on it she gave him a weak smile. "For being here."

It was funny how sometimes when nothing else could be done, that was all that mattered.

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