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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 11:51:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 18, lexie grey, location: in town, open

Day 18, 10:21 AM
Who: Lexie Grey and OTA
What: Wandering around in a big, yellow rain coat
Where: In town, nearest landmark the Pharmacy
When: Day 18, 10:21 AM
Rating: It's Lexie, PG is probably safe

Status: Active

Lexie Grey had been dropped off at the gym at approximately 4:20AM. It'd taken her that long to gather her senses and realize just where she was - which was no longer in that apartment with people she either barely knew or was out and out afraid of. Instead, she had been dropped off in the woods with everyone else; whom she very expeditiously serperated from. So, it wasn't safe to be alone? Well, she'd take her chances. Sure, Sarah Jane at least seemed nice enough. The rest of them? Flipping creepy. Well, except Ianto. Ianto was at least personable, too.

Lexie had slipped into the gym, feeling like a ghost. She'd managed past the cots and down the hall whisper quiet, peaking into her room to see Dean there, asleep. He hadn't been sleeping so she thought it best not to wake him; it wouldn't be right. No, she'd talk to him soon enough, time to let the poor guy rest. It was enough that he was in fact all right. Everyone else in the sleepy town? Well, something told her that Dean wouldn't be sleeping if all wasn't quiet on the western wall.

So, she was back out the main door and on her way to the pharmacy. She needed to stock up on some things. And then it started to rain. Ridiculously. Making a beeline for the thrift shop she wandered the aisles. No umbrellas. However, she did find a bright yellow slicker, kind of like the sort of thing the Gordon's fisherman wore and she pulled it on, immediately wincing as the smell of old rubber hit her senses. It smelt bad, and she cuild even taste it as it clung to her tongue. Wonderful. It was better than being wet, she supposed.

Back out the door, a pharmacy basket in the crook of her arm as she started down the path in the direction of the gym once more.

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brain_ninja
2009-08-11 12:15 am UTC (link)

Andy swallowed thickly at Lexie's response. Dean had told her that they'd done surgeries on him while he'd been awake? That had really happened? Andy's stomach turned. Elliot had watched surgeries done on two men while they'd been awake; screaming in pain. If it had happened to Dean...maybe it had happened to those two men. Andy didn't want to think about the possibility.

With a dismissive wave, Andy shook his head. He didn't want Lexie's pity; if she'd seen the jealousy on his face, it was his own fault, but he didn't want her to patronize him because she felt badly about it. She couldn't help that she was more interested in Dean than Andy, just as much as neither Andy nor Dean could help it that Dean was taller and better looking. That was just life. He'd get over it eventually; he always did. "No worries," he responded with a ghost of a smile. "I'm just fuckin' stoked to see you alive, Doc, Jesus; I thought you were really dead. I hadn't seen you in forever anyway..."

And for that, Andy was sorry. He wasn't sure he should say it, because maybe his having missed her for so many days was less about his lack of commitment to his friends in the wake of Elliot's phantom hormones and the appearance of his beloved van - among other things - and more about Lexie's feigned interest in having him around. Or, maybe less feigned interest in him and raging interest in someone else. Maybe Andy had just fallen to the wayside in the wake of something exciting and new with someone Lexie had found herself enamoured. That was fine and it wasn't anything new. Andy had plenty of sins in the past couple of days, so he couldn't rightfully call his pining for Lexie loyal anyway. It was only fair, he supposed, even if he sort of hated it.

What she had to say about Dean was none of Andy's business and he didn't think it was his place to speculate nor was it his place to judge. He'd keep his mouth shut about it; pretend he'd never heard it. Dean'd probably kick his fucking ass anyway if he tried to show any sort of compassion by letting Sam in on what he'd just heard. Better if it was water under the bridge that Lexie had told. "Probably just stress, Doc," he said sympathetically. That much was sincere; Andy knew stress all too well, especially these days. "He's probably fine," he tried to reassure her again.

"C'mon, you should get out of the rain," he said, putting a hand on the small of her back and guiding her forward. "I'll walk you back, if you want," he offered, more for his own benefit than for hers, if he was honest.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-08-11 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Where did that wave come from? Lexie couldn't help but be a little shocked. That bit about being happy you were alright, Gallagher? That had been genuine. Quickly, Lexie stifled that bit of confusion, shaking her head and offering a shrug. "I got really caught up..." in taking care of Dean. "I saw you wrote a couple of times. I've just been so tired I've been useless." No, Andy, she wasn't staying up with Dean hanging his brains out. No, she'd been up with Dean trying to hold him together and trying to cope with the weird things he'd say.

Lexie looked away. She felt like she was sticking her foot in it; in Dean's trust and in her mouth when it came to talking with Andy. From the looks he kept passing along she felt like she was saying something wrong. Almost like she'd forgotten his birthday. Had she? To his quip about stress and Dean probably being fine she just looked away. She knew he wasn't fine. She'd seen the look on his face.

"Oh, rain schmain. Who cares about it when you have a bright yellow raincoat to keep you dry," her smile flickered back to life as she plugged her brain in to someplace else that didn't involve trying to understand where Andy was coming from. "Hey, if you're going my way I'd be glad for the company." She was already letting trailing steps head in the general direction of the Gym.

"How's that awesome van of yours, anyway?"

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