shelley_winters (
shelley_winters) wrote2006-04-23 08:26 pm
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Medea AU
Shelley had waited a long time in the dark. Longer than probably she needed, but she was in no way willing to wake him up when she moves.
Slowly, very slowly, she steps over his sleeping - please god - form, and heads swiftly to the door on bare feet. A tug on the handle proves it is locked, and she bites her lip, glaring back over her shoulder. She swallows and examines the keypad. She has used them before, and though this one is a little different...
Quickly, she presses the sequence to unlock the door. She is not staying in here.
Slowly, very slowly, she steps over his sleeping - please god - form, and heads swiftly to the door on bare feet. A tug on the handle proves it is locked, and she bites her lip, glaring back over her shoulder. She swallows and examines the keypad. She has used them before, and though this one is a little different...
Quickly, she presses the sequence to unlock the door. She is not staying in here.
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A long sigh as he looks at Shelley pushing the keypad.
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Then sets her teeth and tries the sequence again, ignoring him.
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"It will not work. The place were I sleep uses a special access code. Also, you set off all of my wards. I thought one of the Chosen was attacking. It about gave me an aneurysm."
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She turns around, leaning mutinously on the door.
"Maybe I'll try it again, sometime, then."
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"I would really advise against it. Some wards just alert me. Some do far, far nastier things."
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Maybe she will anyway.
Worth a try.
Oh, god.
Shelley folds her arms tightly, staring at the wall.
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"Now, what exactly are you angry about?"
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"You kidnapped me. After promising never to come after me again, that's... not something that goes away."
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"Oh. That. I thought my feet were cold, or you wanted a new blanket or something."
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"I really would prefer not to have to go and find you in the middle of the night in the almost certain event that you get lost."
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The latch clicks under her fingers, but remains stubbornly shut. She looks about the room for something heavy.
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"Would you just lay down and go to sleep? It is the middle of the night, and I would like to sleep without worrying you will get eaten by Darkhounds."
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She advances on the desk, pulling the chair out from under it. It's heavy and unweildy, but she can probably just about lift it...
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"And so you are going to sleep outside?"
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She's done it before.
A tilt of the head, and she lifts the chair, gritting her teeth with effort, and shoves it forward into the window.
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"Is this really necessary?"
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She does it again, strain hurting her wrists, but the window is beginning to splinter.
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"It was fears that you would do something like this that had me sleeping on the floor of one of my libraries."
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Shelley shoves it forward again, but too weakly, and it hits the wall instead of the window. She almost growls in frustration, grabbing at it again.
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"We seem to have something of a dilemma, then."
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She almost screams as she tries to wrench his hand from her shoulder. She can't be here, he can't be close, it's not right, it's...
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"Someone is up past their bedtime, and needs to sleep."
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Furious and half-crying, she turns to lash out, mostly missing. She attempts kicking him, too, but without shoes on, she is angrily aware that she is likely doing no damage at all.
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"Enough."
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She's shaking, and not just from the anger and exhaustion.
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"Can I trust you not to do something foolish or rash?"
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"...Yes."
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"Are you sure?"
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Anything, if she can just get out of there, now.
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"Please do not make me regret trusting you."
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But all she does is look at him, and follow him to the door.
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"There."
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She walks out without another word, resisting the urge to run away though the dark corridors.