Claimers: I own them. Thank you.
Title: No Doubt own the lines.
Dedications: To Pebblin. You wanted it to be her. Ok. Your wish... (in the next but one part)
 
 
They say souls never leave,
They just circle and wait.
 
 
Gabrielle's POV
 
LaOC LV - I Sit Here And I Can't Believe My Eyes
 
'Hey, Gab... what happened to your face?'
 
I look round and it's Psyche.
Normally my palms would be sweating, but not now.
 
'This? Training. Some punches got mistimed.'
 
I shrug my shoulders and she cocks her head, and looks at me like she's concerned.
Maybe she is, she's one of the nicer Amazons.
The rest are kind of cliquey.
 
'You ok? You look... weird. Come on, I'm going to buy you a coffee and you can tell me what's wrong.'
 
I can't tell you, that's just it.
Dis is dead and I can't talk to anyone about it.
Michelle had to be sedated.
Jude's in the infirmary, out cold after getting zapped.
Kreo is a mass of nerves at Mich's bedside.
David's locked himself in his office.
Elle... I can't even imagine what she's going through.
 
Psyche takes my arm, and starts to lead me off.
 
'Wait. I have to give this to Sam. I'll be back.'
 
May as well go for a coffee with her.
She can take my mind off things.
I don't know how much longer I can do this acting normal stuff without a distraction.
 
I get to Sam's desk, and she's bending paperclips together.
She holds them up, showing me what she's made.
 
'Look. A necklace. Have you seen, Elle? I haven't got anything to do.'
 
'Elle? Meeting with Lucy. She might be away for a while. They're talking... IT... or something. Nothing to do? What's all that?'
 
I point at a huge pile of paper on her desk.
 
'Urgent... nothing. For the... shredder. Yup. Shredding. Going to give it to my hamster as bedding. They for me?'
 
She takes the files off me.
I feel like I'm working on automatic.
My heads churning up thoughts at a thousand miles a second.
 
'Um, yeah. Files for Elle when she gets back. Not urgent. Don't shred them.'
 
'Course not. Have you seen my glasses?'
 
She starts picking up piles of stuff, then opening the desk drawers, pausing on the same one as before.
 
'Hooo! Not that again! Woo. Not in there.'
 
She slams it closed, quickly.
What's in that drawer?!
 
Wait up.
Her glasses?
 
I reach over and pick them off the top of her head, then put them in her hands.
 
'You saved me an hour of looking. I'd marry you... if you weren't so tall. You're just... so tall. What are you, like, seven foot?'
 
'Six foot one. I'm not a giraffe. Thanks for the almost proposal.'
 
I start to walk away, but then turn back.
 
'I'm not that tall! And there's nothing wrong with it anyway. So... yeah.'
 
She puts her glasses on and beams at me.
 
'No. You are tall. There's nothing wrong with it, you're right. I was thinking about the sex stuff, that's all. I'd have to take a step ladder around with me to kiss you. Have you seen my glasses? Did you take them away with you?'
 
She's God's PA?
We're all screwed.
 
'Sam. You're wearing them.'
 
I turn back to go, then stop again.
 
'Hey! You wouldn't have to get a ladder. And... stop thinking about sex with me. You're freaking me out. I'll speak to you later.'
 
'Bye. Oh, found them!'
 
I glance back, and she's waving her glasses at me.
 
Screwed.
 
Psyche's holding herself up with a hand on the wall, she's laughing so hard.
 
'Gab. Your face! Come on, let's go and get you a coffee.'
 
'I think I need something a bit stronger.'
 
She stops, turns to me and nods her head, smiling.
 
'My kind of woman. Let's go to the bar.'
 
Her kind of woman?
I should be panting at that, but I think I'm getting depressed.
 
Time to get wasted.
 
 
 
Hope I don't feel her up, under the influence.