Who: Wind Dancer OT Ursus What: Returning from her Shopping Trip where she ran into Pixie, Fia waits impatiently for the team to return from where ever they went... without her. When: Thursday afternoon Where: Her Room Warnings: Cussing. Possible other signs of annoyance.
After almost dying by shopping-cart, Fia had returned to the Brotherhood base to find it eerily quiet. Not that there weren't still plenty of folks around, because there were. But even the people at the refurbished hospital on Three Mile Island were strangely subdued. It didn't take Fia, with her ability to listen in on other people's conversations, to find out why. Apparently a ransom notice had come for Ric. He hadn't just run off, but been kidnapped. And the team had gone to rescue him.
Without her.
Not that she blamed them, not really. She hadn't been here. That didn't really make it any easier. Sure, she and Ric had their differences. Lots of them. But in the end they'd been teammates and, while she never really talked about it, Fia did still love him. She wasn't in love with him. Not at all. But she did still love him. He'd been a friend and a confidant for too long to not still care about him deeply no matter what their current tensions were.
She was also feeling more than a little guilty. She'd made her own assumptions about Ric based on his past behavior of running off, and thought he'd gone to ground again. To learn those were wrong made her stomach twist with an agony of shame for doubting him and his fidelity.
She carried her bags to her room and went about spending the time until the team returned decorating with her purchases. New bedding, some pictures for the walls. It was looking... homey. It also gave her something to do while she waited.