| 013 | Action to Winchester Household + Accidental Voice | I'm so lonesome I could cry
[The annoying buzzing of an alarm clock reaches Darcy through the fog of sleep. She whines tiredly.] Babe, turn it off. [She mutters sleepily, turning over. The buzzing continues and she reaches back to shove at her boyfriend. But her hand goes through air. Groaning, she turns back over, cracking an eye open. The bed's empty, save for Darcy. She grunts as she stretches and finally slaps the alarm off. She sits up, scratching tiredly at her scalp. Sliding from the bed, she goes to the bathroom door, expecting Magnus to be brushing his teeth or shaving. She raps her knuckles on the door and it widens...to a dark room. Nope, not in the bathroom.
Darcy grabs an oversized shirt, figuring it'd be rude to go downstairs in just her underwear. She makes her way downstairs, to the kitchen and stops. No Magnus. Where the hell else.... Darcy heads back upstairs, returning to her room. She grabs her cell phone off the bedside table and scrolls through her contacts to the M's, preparing to call Magnus and ask him where he is. But when she reaches the M's, there's no "Martinsson, M."
And her heart freezes in her chest. The world feels slowed down and Darcy feels like she's inside a bubble. She closes out of her contacts then waits a minute, and opens them back up. Scrolls down to the M's. Still no Martinsson. Now she feels sick to her stomach. She scrolls lower, to the O's, because she needs to talk to Thor or Loki, like right now.
No "Odinson, L."
No "Odinson, T."
Her world's falling away, piece by piece. Is this a nightmare? Is she still asleep? Or is she in hell? Darcy closes her eyes and lifts her free hand to her arm, pinching hard. She opens them. Looks to her phone. Still no Odinsons. Still no Martinsson. Eyes open, she pinches harder, digging her nails into her arm. Tears prick at her eyes and one of her nails break the skin, drawing blood.
Darcy stands there for a long minute, just pinching herself. Harder and harder. Blood gets under her nail. Then she snaps. Darcy lets off a banshee-like shriek and hurls her phone at the wall. Vader trots into the room from where he was staying with Gabriel down the hall. He crosses to her phone, stepping on it a little as he sniffs at it, switching it to a voice call. Darcy sinks to her knees with a thump, vision blurring, tears slipping free and sliding down her cheeks.]
God fucking damn it.