Who: Sunshine and Seeley Booth When: Afternoon (or other if it’s more convenient) Where: A Street in Kansas What: This is not the reality I’m looking for. Rating: TBD – slight cursing
Some days working at a family-owned diner and bakery was a piece of cake - no pun intended. Other days were... well, today. At least people were still giving her some space, not asking too many questions. But after the lunch shift had ended, Sunshine had asked Charlie if someone else could cover dinner. It stood testament that her expression was still bruised and her posture still filled with enough post-traumatic-thingummy that he'd said yes. The weather had been nice and it was still daylight, so she was enjoying the walk to her car.
Carthaginian hells. This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be right. Sunshine looked around her, up and down the street. She may get lost on occasion, but she knew New Arcadia well enough to know that this wasn’t it. If this was some kind of sick, vampire joke that Con was playing on her – No, scratch that. Con didn’t have a sense of humor. So what in the seven circles was going on?
“I’m dreaming.” In a few minutes, her alarm would go off and she'd get up and go to the diner to make cinnamon rolls. It seemed a likely enough explanation. Sure, it was the most realistic dream she’d ever had; but, hell, it could happen. It wasn’t even a bad dream. She hadn’t been stabbed, her clothing hadn’t turned into blood cascading around her, and she wasn’t a vampire. So far, so good. She couldn’t complain……..
The hell she couldn’t. Where on earth was she? Sunshine let out an exasperated puff of air and swung around to face the opposite direction. Neither looked very likely to lead her back to her bakery or the sun-filled apartment she’d made her own. It didn’t matter. Standing here wasn’t going to get her any answers, so she set to make a circuit around the block – see what there was to see.