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.