Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2012-07-30 12:54 am
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From the School to the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening
One moment, Kate was standing in the school with a knife in her hand, practically wishing the last few Loyalists would come at her so she could hurt some more people, like that'd help her.
The next, the knife was gone and it was a very different Kate standing in that exact same spot.
And then she was off and running, scrambling her way out of the school and out the gates and making some kind of a personal record with the way she ran through town to the hotel. They'd had a hotel room, see, her and Bod, before this whole thing had started. And he had to be there. He had to be there.
She ended up repeatedly slamming her fist against the hotel room door once she got there. "Bod? Bod!"
[ooc: Just for the guy about to get cried on!]
The next, the knife was gone and it was a very different Kate standing in that exact same spot.
And then she was off and running, scrambling her way out of the school and out the gates and making some kind of a personal record with the way she ran through town to the hotel. They'd had a hotel room, see, her and Bod, before this whole thing had started. And he had to be there. He had to be there.
She ended up repeatedly slamming her fist against the hotel room door once she got there. "Bod? Bod!"
[ooc: Just for the guy about to get cried on!]
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"Kate, what's the matter?" he asked, frowning. "You've a key to the room."
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She just launched herself at him, her arms going around him and squeezing him tightly, clinging as she was wont to do. He was there. He was there. She wasn't alone in this universe, and her heart wasn't broken into itty bitty pieces that someone had run a particularly vicious lawnmover over for good measure, or anything.
Even if she said nothing, it was pretty damn obvious she was distraught.
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"Kate, what's the matter?" Bod murmured, trying to comfort her and figure out what was going on. "What's happened? Are you all right?"
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"I, I, I was... And you --"
Clearly nowhere coherent.
"Oh God it was so fucking awful."
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Tears were streaming down her face and getting his shirt wet. She hadn't even noticed, not this time.
"There was... There was another Fandom."
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How did he miss it?
"When did that happen?"
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Somehow, she thought she'd be glad to get a negative answer there.
"At all? Y-you don't know it happened?"
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And he kind of hated that right now.
"I don't know."
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And then she blurted out, "You were dead."
She probably could have thought of better things to lead with than that, but oh well.
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He hated that he didn't remember it.
"Is there anything I can do? I'm not dead. I'm here."
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She was pretty sure she'd literally been seeing red at one point.
"I felt a little crazy."
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"I thought you were there," she murmured. "As a ghost."
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See, she could... kind of attempt a joke. Even through tears.
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"Oh shit." She was always so eloquent. "Where's my phone?"
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