For ihadmittenson
Elle had almost called up Brooke to cancel several times. She couldn't help but feel nervous as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She was pretty sure this was the first time in days she had actually managed to shower. Ever since Sylar had brought her the drugs from the hospital, she hadn't done much but sleep and try not to think. Every time she closed her eyes she saw her body doing those terrible things again and her hands sparked, singing her hair a little.
She hadn't let the house, honestly, since Sam and Dean had taken her home the night they exorcised her. She had been too afraid, and she hated it, she hated feeling this weak. She could hear her father's voice in her head, berating her.
My little girl is made of tougher stuff than this.
And wasn't she? She wasn't so sure, lately. After what happened with Dean, and then the possession, she had felt worse than she had in a long time. Maybe since when she first was revived. She just felt drained and it seemed easier not to push herself.
But she wasn't the type to give up. It wasn't in her nature. Which is why she hadn't called Brooke and canceled, no matter how much she had wanted to. Instead she slid on her jacket and exited her apartment, flagging down a taxi to take her to the bar they had agreed to meet up at.
Sure, the last time she had been in a bar a demon had been pulled out of her body, but she wasn't going to focus on that. Or she was going to try not to, anyways. And if it was too bad, she could always claim to be still six or something, right? Because apparently someone had told Brooke she had been sick. She didn't really see why people were lying to the other girl, but she supposed it wasn't her place to tell her the truth about things either, so she'd play along with the sick story. It was easier for her anyways.
She paid the taxi driver and got out, making her way inside to wait for the other girl. It was a small sports bar, and very different from the seedy place Rosier had possessed in her. That she could be glad of, at least.
Plus, they were going to get Slush-Os afterwards, and that always made things at least a little better.
She hadn't let the house, honestly, since Sam and Dean had taken her home the night they exorcised her. She had been too afraid, and she hated it, she hated feeling this weak. She could hear her father's voice in her head, berating her.
My little girl is made of tougher stuff than this.
And wasn't she? She wasn't so sure, lately. After what happened with Dean, and then the possession, she had felt worse than she had in a long time. Maybe since when she first was revived. She just felt drained and it seemed easier not to push herself.
But she wasn't the type to give up. It wasn't in her nature. Which is why she hadn't called Brooke and canceled, no matter how much she had wanted to. Instead she slid on her jacket and exited her apartment, flagging down a taxi to take her to the bar they had agreed to meet up at.
Sure, the last time she had been in a bar a demon had been pulled out of her body, but she wasn't going to focus on that. Or she was going to try not to, anyways. And if it was too bad, she could always claim to be still six or something, right? Because apparently someone had told Brooke she had been sick. She didn't really see why people were lying to the other girl, but she supposed it wasn't her place to tell her the truth about things either, so she'd play along with the sick story. It was easier for her anyways.
She paid the taxi driver and got out, making her way inside to wait for the other girl. It was a small sports bar, and very different from the seedy place Rosier had possessed in her. That she could be glad of, at least.
Plus, they were going to get Slush-Os afterwards, and that always made things at least a little better.