izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2008-03-08 01:01 pm
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Room 406, afternoon

She'd needed last night, Isabel realized. After everything that had happened, she needed a night of being quiet and feeling safe.

Eventually she'd made it back to her room. After a shower, she'd called her mom, feigning surprise at the news of the destruction of the Meta-Chem, and quickly changing the subject to the cleaning supplies that were currently working busily around the room.

"I know mom," she said eventually. "Yes, we'll be out for dinner soon. I promise. Bye." Isabel hung up her phone and opened her laptop. Solitaire would be a good way to not think for the afternoon.

[Door closed, post is open! And I'm about to go AFK till about 7 EST. I'll grab pings when I get back. And I'm back!!!]
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[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel hugged him back, just as hard. "I'm okay," she promised.

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" he asked, pushing back a little to look at her.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mostly," Isabel shrugged. "And I'll just fake it till I am for real."

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not gonna talk to anyone? I mean, here?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe. Parker will pry it out of me when I go see her. And Peter let me vent at him already. Will that be a problem?"

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He eyed her. "Why would it be a problem? They already know... stuff. And you need to not keep it to yourself, I guess."

This wasn't like the secret. This was trauma.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you're right," Isabel agreed. "I'm sorry, my head's still not on right I guess."

"You're okay though? Wyatt fixed you up right?"

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a scratch on me", he promised.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. I'm glad. I'm sorry," she said quietly.

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't be. It wasn't you, not in any way."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel shrugged once more. "Yeah, but if I'd been able to take control earlier. You wouldn't have been hurt."

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You could think like that forever. It happened, and you didn't do it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll convince myself of that eventually," she promised. "It's still a little too raw right now."

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." It was all he could really ask for.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks for listening to me," Isabel smiled. "And going for help. If you hadn't gone for help I don't know what would have happened to Meg." She had an idea. But she didn't like thinking about it.

[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wasn't anything else I could do."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"You could have stayed and tried to take them on," she pointed out. "Which would have complicated things."
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