Homeplot: Aftermath

[missingthekeep]

When Sean doesn't wake up to the sound of the alarm, he assumes that he's just too early. The light in the room begs to differ, though, and while he likely wouldn't be able to get back to sleep either way, he forces himself to begin the tedious process of waking up. That in and of itself is something odd, since it isn't usually a process as such

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[drownondryland]

Meredith makes a sound of protest, his sitting up jolting her more awake than she wants to be though she refuses to open her eyes right off. Rolling toward him, she shakes her head. "No," she says, "no - oh, crap, are we late?" They can't actually be late, she reasons a moment later, blinking hard to clear her vision, since it's their wedding, and someone would have come to wake them, but it feels late.

It is, she realizes as she props herself up, breath catching in her throat. It's late, but it doesn't matter.

[missingthekeep]

"S'pose ye could say that," Sean says, with a twinge in the back of his throat that he thought he'd left behind days ago. Denial can only take a man so far. There's a moment, just a moment, where he curls slightly in on himself, unable to take it, but then it passes and he's moving again, turning himself to sit on the edge of the bed, sore and dizzy and suddenly brimming with nervous energy, all that keeps him from shutting down completely. "Oh, God."

[drownondryland]

Meredith wants to believe it isn't real, that this is the dream, but no matter how good things have been for what she thought were weeks now, the truth, she knows, is that this is her life. Waves of good always recede, always give way to how things have always been, and why did she think that was going to change? She sits up more fully, closing her eyes, trying to push away that line of thought. This is bad, this is so bad, but it's not the end of the world. (Except it feels a little like it - no wedding, no daughter, no future in some city doing what they love.)

"But we were there for weeks," she says, "well over a month, it - it doesn't work like that. That's not how it's supposed to work."

[missingthekeep]

"Well then ye'd best tell whoever's in charge here, since there's obviously been a terrible mix-up," Sean snaps, and while he means to apologize a moments later, he's interrupted by a brief, stinging cough, injuries that were supposed to be long healed. He leans forward a bit with his elbows on his knees, sheets tangled around his waist, and just focuses on breathing for a moment. It's probably about the only thing he's capable of handling right about now.