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[anewwaive]

Gideon was already fucking getting stir crazy. About the only thing that kept him sane was thinking about what he left, which he knew wasn't going to last him forever. At this point, it technically wasn't even real any longer, as bad as a figment of his imagination. No one would fucking believe he was on an island for nearly two years, nevermind

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[all_happening]

The more she thought about it, the more Penny was convinced that this was absolutely going to be a mistake.

Of course they wouldn't have disappeared together. That, all of this, would have been too fucking perfect. Barely ever did people disappear at the same time, and for her to have wound up back here with him was far kinder than anything the island had done before. Still, she managed to get herself there, dressed more for a funeral than visiting a prison; other than a moment she freaked out in the parking lot and nearly turned around to go back to the car, she knew she had to do this, just to see. If it went wrong, she didn't even have to stay. She only had to be sure

[anewwaive]

It was fucking impossible. Even if she was sent back the same time he was, she was fucking years in the past compared to him. Yet there she was, and for the first time since he was sent back, the empty, hollow feeling was gone.

"Penny," he repeated, almost on a fucking exhale, and suddenly he stepped forward, pulling her into a tight hug. At that point, it was all he could fucking think to do.

[all_happening]

Just about as soon as he stepped towards her, Penny wrapped her arms around him, holding him as close to her as she could, face buried against his shoulder as, finally, she began to really cry. There were dozens of things she knew she wanted to say to him, the first of which being how fucking scared she'd been that he wouldn't know her, but she couldn't bring herself to do any of that then, too fucking overwhelmed by how relieving it felt just to get to have him there in her arms. She had no idea how, but somehow, they'd done it, wound up together despite how impossible it had seemed. If that didn't say a hell of a lot about their being meant to be together, cliche as that was, she didn't know what would.

"Shit, Gideon," she murmured, hands balling into fists around the fabric at his back. She couldn't very well say nothing, but managing something more coherent than that was going to have to wait.

[anewwaive]

Gideon held her close, gripping her like if he let go, she'd be fucking gone again. It was only after touching her like he was now that he really found himself thinking she wasn't some made up shit in his head. She was here. He didn't fucking know how it happened, but it happened.

"Fuck," he managed to say, about as coherent as she was, head turned just enough to kiss her forehead, the only area he could reach at that point. For that moment just then, he forget everything around them. If she was there, shit would be okay. It had to be. The questions on how this was even fucking possible was about the last thing on his mind.