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One could always hope, but I should’ve know she wasn’t about to let that one slide. I’d not meant to say that out loud. I’d certainly not meant for her to hear me saying it. In the past that would have most certainly earned me a slap or some such, followed by a lecture about how she wasn’t a damsel in distress and didn’t need saving. But that wasn’t what this was about. And we both knew it. This wasn’t about saving someone from some demon or a vampire that lurked in the night. This was saving someone you loved from getting lost, from drowning and crying out for that lifeline in vain.
She looked stunned and for a few seconds I thought I could get away with it. Prayed she would let me get away with it. Just grab our things and get the hell out of Los Angeles. Go where ever the road would take us, - how very rebellious of us - and see where we’d wind up. But she didn’t. She seemed determined to get to the bloody bottom if this. Whatever ‘this’ was. I could feel myself tense as she walked closer, her eyes boring into my like laser beams, catching me frozen where I stood.
Damn her and her insight in the workings of one Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
Clenching my jaw to the point of breaking, I straightened my back and looked at her. I’m sure there was a part of that look that was helpless and begging her to let it go. But mostly it was just sheer stubbornness. “ I don’t…” I frowned for a moment, letting her words filter through my brain. What did she mean it was her turn? Hadn’t she already saved me? I was insane when she showed up and now I’m… mostly not, I guess. “I don’t need saving,” I said, ignoring the small tremor in my voice. Liar, you need constant saving from yourself, weakling.
One could always hope, but I should’ve know she wasn’t about to let that one slide. I’d not meant to say that out loud. I’d certainly not meant for her to hear me saying it. In the past that would have most certainly earned me a slap or some such, followed by a lecture about how she wasn’t a damsel in distress and didn’t need saving. But that wasn’t what this was about. And we both knew it. This wasn’t about saving someone from some demon or a vampire that lurked in the night. This was saving someone you loved from getting lost, from drowning and crying out for that lifeline in vain.
She looked stunned and for a few seconds I thought I could get away with it. Prayed she would let me get away with it. Just grab our things and get the hell out of Los Angeles. Go where ever the road would take us, - how very rebellious of us - and see where we’d wind up. But she didn’t. She seemed determined to get to the bloody bottom if this. Whatever ‘this’ was. I could feel myself tense as she walked closer, her eyes boring into my like laser beams, catching me frozen where I stood.
Damn her and her insight in the workings of one Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
Clenching my jaw to the point of breaking, I straightened my back and looked at her. I’m sure there was a part of that look that was helpless and begging her to let it go. But mostly it was just sheer stubbornness. “ I don’t…” I frowned for a moment, letting her words filter through my brain. What did she mean it was her turn? Hadn’t she already saved me? I was insane when she showed up and now I’m… mostly not, I guess. “I don’t need saving,” I said, ignoring the small tremor in my voice. Liar, you need constant saving from yourself, weakling.