izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-02-12 09:13 pm

Room 406, Late, late Monday night

It had been an extremely long two days. Between finding out Jack was in the clinic and getting him settled in his room yesterday, then spending the day with him today only to leave for a trip to the Underworld and the death of a friend, Isabel was physically and emotionally exhausted when she returned to her room.

She made a call to Greg to let him know she was back, then disappeared into the bathroom for a long, hot shower.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Greg knocked on the door, and then carefully opened it. "Isabel? Honey?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Greg shut the door behind him and leaned back against it. "I can come back later if you want," he called.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"No, it's okay," Isabel called through the half opened door. "I'll be out in a minute."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Greg flopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. "Everything go okay?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Greg probably recognized the t-shirt she was wearing as she stepped out of the bathroom. "It went. That's about all I can say. It's over."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice shirt," he said, just like always. "You're all right?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a scratch on me. I didn't have to do anything except try to fling a torch at him," Isabel said.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"And did you?" Greg asked, scooting a little on her bed and making room for her.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I tried, he stopped it. Then we got him trapped and Phoebe and her sisters vanquished him," she replied quietly. "Hopefully Bel's at peace now." Isabel didn't want to think about how he'd pleaded with her not to kill him. What if she had missed something? What if the Source really did manipulate the dreamwalk.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Greg bit his lip. "I'm sure he is," he said softly.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"That's all I want." Isabel stretched out next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Tell me something happy."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Valentine's Day is Wednesday," he sai grasping at the first thing he could think of.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It is, isn't it? Funny how it just creeps up like that. Every February 14th," she said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
He snugged her a little closer. "And there's a dance."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"With a snark corner," Isabel yawned. "Peter and I came up with that idea last year."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"For the single people?" he wondered, rubbing her shoulder.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded, slowly relaxing. "For the single people, yes. It was crowded the whole night."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
He pressed a kiss to her temple. "We'll stop by there, then. Assuming you'll go to the dance with me, of course."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," Isabel said, pausing for a massive yawn. "I'd planned on doing my nails that night."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Greg poked her in the side. "Your nails are beautiful."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Flatterer," she murmured. "Of course I'll go with you."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Otherwise I'd cry and you know that wreaks havoc with my complexion."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"And we can't have that." Isabel closed her eyes, hoping that tonight she'd be able to sleep. "Stay?" she asked quietly.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd have to shove me out and down the stairs yourself," he said quietly, wrapping his other arm around him.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel waved her hand to turn of the light, then pulled the blanket up over them. "Love you."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Love you too," he whispered, cuddling her close.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
She was tired enough that she was asleep within minutes. And fortunately her sleep was dreamless.