I Just Want To Be Normal

Savannah hadn't slept much, but when she heard movement in the kitchen, she made her way there. She gave Isabel what passed for a smile right now.

"Coffee?"

Coffee seemed like a good start and maybe she would even start to form complete sentences.

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Wyatt had known before Isabel had told him that something was wrong with Savannah because he'd felt it. Unfortunately, he'd had his hands full with a pair of demons and he couldn't orb to her, and by the time he'd finished with them he'd had a message from Isabel telling him Savannah was on her way.

"I'm going to kill him," he muttered for about the twentieth time since last night. After breakfast.

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The fact that Wyatt was at the table and not orbing off to go kick some hot-headed ass gave Isabel some hope that she'd be able to keep him from doing anything particularly dumb. Even if she did have to admit to a deep desire to soundly thump Johnny about the head herself.

"No killing," Isabel said as she set a platter of french toast on the table. "Maiming is a possibility though."

"Coffee's on the table. Come in. Eat."

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Savannah let herself settle into a chair and reached to pour some coffee. She didn't think she could handle any kind of food right now as she was still trying to process what had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

"No getting into trouble," she said softly.

Which, coming from Savannah was an odd thing indeed.

"We had a fight before I left on the case... but we made up. At least, I thought we had. We were going to talk and he was going to finally pick a date ..." Her smile wobbled and she tried to hide it behind her coffee cup.

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That wasn't helping settle Wyatt's desire to inflict grievous bodily harm.

"Maiming's good," he said, stabbing a piece of French toast with a fork. "I can do maiming. Or orbing to a nice ledge in the Underworld."

Edited Date: 2012-06-04 06:03 pm (UTC)

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"Maybe next to one of the really slimy demons you dealt with last month? The ones that smelled bad." She was just going to humor Wyatt for the moment. In this case talk was way better then action.

"You were coming home to pick a date and instead you walked in and yeah....what an asshole." Coffee in hand, Isabel slid into her seat at the table. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

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"Slimy and smelly is good."

Savannah bit her lip.

"We've had worse fights ... I don't know what led to him ..."

She couldn't even say the word.

"He wanted me to quit my job with the interspecies council and just be his girl. That's what he said when I asked him what I was if he was a super hero. He said his girl."

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"Did he get hit over the head or something? Because seriously. What. The. Hell?" Isabel knew Johnny had a bit of a chauvinistic streak but this was going way too far.

"He might as well have taken your shoes and sent you to the kitchen to make him a sandwich."

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"I would have thrown him threw a wall."

She looked down, swirling the coffee in her cup. "He didn't like the risks of my job sometimes and when I told him I didn't like not knowing if he was going to be okay on his job, he said that's what he does." She lifted her shoulders a little in a shrug. "I tried to make compromises. I worked part time for the council and Lucas and I worked part time as an art instructor for some of the kids the Fantastic Four knew."

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"Wanting you safe is one thing," Wyatt snorted. He could totally get that. "Controlling your life and sleeping with some bimbo is something else entirely."

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"Exactly. That's over the line in a big way." Something Isabel would be sure to tell Johnny when she had a chance.

"I don't blame you for not wanting to see him."

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"There have been times that he's been gone for days or weeks without any word and I never even thought about ..." She swallowed. "I don't want to see him. Probably ever again."

There was pain in her voice as she said that. "Last night was the first time I've taken off the ring since graduation."

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That suited Wyatt just fine, because if Johnny showed his face he was going to punch it. Hard.

And then orb him to an isolated ledge overlooking the finest parts of the Underworld.

"He doesn't deserve you," he said.

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He'd have to wait his turn. Savannah had first dibs for sure, and on behalf of liberated women everywhere, Isabel was going to do some damage of her own.

"No. He doesn't," Isabel agreed. "I guess it's better you found out now, then later on. But it still sucks."

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"Part of me wants to demand why he did this or how he could do something so hurtful, but that means I would have to talk to him. I don't think that would go so well."

She shook her head and then took a drink of her coffee.

"You know he'll call you guys looking for me, right? He'll call you and then Ange."

He wouldn't call Sean or Eve until it looked like she was really missing because he wouldn't want to tell them why she had run.

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"Oh, I hope he does," Wyatt said, perhaps a touch too gleefully.

[I'm off to dinner to carry on without me...Wyatt's eating his breakfast and glowering. ;) ]

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"Oh please. He's stupid. Not suicidal. He knows you'll be looking to kick his ass." Isabel would put money on him trying to call her and sweet talk his way into finding out where Savannah was.

"Don't worry. We'll keep him away."

"You should call your mom though. And Sean. Let them know where you are."

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Savannah nodded. "I have faith in Annja to keep Sean from flipping out too much right now. I can only hope that this week Adam is near mom and not Gwynn. When mom and Gwynn get ideas ..."

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"Smart people tremble in fear." Johnny was doomed. No two ways about it.

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