Liz Sherman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
walking_napalm) wrote2012-03-05 02:33 am
walking_napalm) wrote2012-03-05 02:33 am
Upstairs at Milliways
Liz takes the stairs two at a time, probably leaving a literal cloud of dust in her wake, her heart hammering.
He probably isn't there, she tells herself; don't be disappointed if he isn't there.
The hallways up here show even more signs of what Milliways went through. There's a crack in a wall, dents here and there where objects (and maybe people) must have crashed into them. She nearly trips over a knife embedded in a step.
She's patting her vest pockets down for the key as she approaches the door to room 4204, but then she figures what the hell and tries the doorknob.
It twists in her hand. She immediately shoulders it open, hard.
"Red--?"
He probably isn't there, she tells herself; don't be disappointed if he isn't there.
The hallways up here show even more signs of what Milliways went through. There's a crack in a wall, dents here and there where objects (and maybe people) must have crashed into them. She nearly trips over a knife embedded in a step.
She's patting her vest pockets down for the key as she approaches the door to room 4204, but then she figures what the hell and tries the doorknob.
It twists in her hand. She immediately shoulders it open, hard.
"Red--?"
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Which, he figured, because she'd been on a mission before everything happened in Milliways, so going back through the door would have taken her there.
But, after taking care of his rescue, and grabbing a shower, Red had gone looking for a status on Liz.
The guys keeping tabs on the mission told him they'd lost contact, and their reassurances that it was probably because of the caves didn't do much for Red.
He demanded to be sent to Peru.
Threatened to steal a plane and get there himself.
Then stomped off, pissed, because he couldn't fly a plane, would probably find Atlantis before he found Peru on his own, and there hadn't been anything heavy handy to chuck across the room in a fit.
He's making his way back to the vault when a doorway unexpectedly opens to Milliways, and he blunders into the shambles of their room.
He's just recognized the place when the door bangs open and Liz comes in.
"Liz!"
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She drops the duffel, takes five quick steps across the room, and throws herself at him, arms around his neck and legs up around his waist. She tucks her face in against his neck in the same movement and holds on, hard.
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He rests his cheek against her temple, and for right now he just wants to hold onto her.
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He turns his head slightly to breath in the scent of her hair, and press his lips to her crown; more confirmation that she's here. Here and alive.
"I looked for you," he says, and while he's not the mess he was out on the battlefield, his body still carries evidence of the fight he put up in his search for her.
A gash on the arm, a bruise on his chin and nic above his eyes. Under his clean clothes there are more, but none of them are a concern, because he has her back.
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"You're okay?" She skates her thumb just under the cut on his forehead.
(Her skin is barely visible under the layers of dirt and gray dust coating her face and hands, though there are marks beneath it; minor dried cuts on her hands, above her eyebrow, and on her lower lip, dark circles under her eyes, and a bruise across the back of her right hand that crawls up under the sleeve of her shirt.)
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"I'm great. Little thing like an apocalypse ain't gonna take me out."
Giving her a soft smile, he lifts his flesh hand to brush a finger against her cheek.
"How about you?"
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If you want to call letters burned into the wall a note.
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"I saw it. Came in looking for you and saw it just as things were getting a bit rough."
A bit meaning the bar was falling down around his ears.
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And then she finally gets a look at the chaos surrounding them, and stops.
"...Wow."
The room isn't normally in the cleanest of states, but this is ... pretty chaotic, even by the standards of two people who don't generally worry much about clutter. The dresser (drawers hanging out), armchair, and bedside table are all tipped over, there are Polaroids and newspaper clippings scattered everywhere, and she can see broken glass on the bathroom floor, from where she's standing.
"I guess the earthquakes hit everywhere, huh?"
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"I guess so. Is the whole bar like this?"
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He's glad it is, he likes Milliways.
His smile warms when she looks at him, and his eyes close when she kisses him.
His arms tighten around her again, and the same grateful thoughts are going through him. She's okay. She's fine. They're fine.
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"I really," she says, "really need a shower, but afterwards, I can explain everything, and you can tell me about what the hell happened after those spiders."
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"Alright. I'd like to know the part when Coyote got involved."
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As she steps past him on the way to the bathroom, she runs her hand across his shoulder.
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"Need any help?" he offers, innocent grin in place while his eyes dance with mischief.
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He needs to tell her about his new cat, but that can totally wait.
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Liz does pull him into the shower, though.
Eventually.