Cal Chandler (
americas_son) wrote2011-02-18 12:48 pm
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Sunnydale AU: careful of the curse
Tina is finally asleep. Richard has been and gone, leaving a mild sedative so she can sleep between transformations. Cal closes the guestroom door quietly behind him, trying to think through his own physical and emotional exhaustion (and low blood sugar, and nicotine withdrawal) to decide exactly where Sherlock will be.
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(He hasn't cried over it since.
He doesn't know if he'd be able to stop.)
He's nowhere near tears this time, though; he breathes carefully for a moment, composing himself, then says,
"The furniture's not gonna move itself."
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Sherlock lets go and steps back.
"Can you manage the desk if I take the chair?"
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"Let's find out."
It turn out that he can, more or less, pushing it toward the door. It's lighter than he would have expected.
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He does exactly that. The vaguely office-like room at the end of the hall is small, but sparsely furnished; the desk will indeed fit just fine.
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He doesn't really get a lot of sustained exercise.
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They are, he realizes, going to have to take it apart to get it through the door.
Well. It'll be easier to carry.
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Tools of some kind. Probably.
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"Okay."
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As it turns out, once they have extracted the mattress, the frame comes apart quite tidily.
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Eventually, they end up in their living room. Cal has a fresh soda and is pretending that project didn't take as much out of him as it did.
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Not, mind you, pretending very hard.
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He'll sleep while she's transformed, if he can.
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She gets out of bed and puts her jeans back on. She's really, really hungry. When she opens the door of the guest room, she smells lingering scents of cooked food, and her stomach growls.
She also detects Cal's scent, and Sherlock's, too. They aren't far away. If it weren't horrific and embarrassing, it would be kind of neat the way she can find people now. She wipes the sleep from her eyes as she pads down the hall in her bare feet.
"Hey."
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"Hey."
He gets up and goes over to her.
"How you feeling?"
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"Rested. I needed that sleep. And, um, hungry? May I make a sandwich or something, if that's okay?"
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She'd like steak. Or hamburger meat. Or... oh, god.
At least she wasn't a vegetarian or anything. Before.
"But not if it's a trouble. I've been enough trouble."
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"Let's."
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