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[suits_me]

WHO: Zack spikeysoldier, Elena suits_me
WHAT: The aftermath.
WHERE: Elena and Zack's apartment.
WHEN: The wee hours of day 183

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[spikeysoldier]

Zack heard the news. He knew this was going to affect a lot of people he knew, even his fiancee. Zack knew how Elena acted when problems and issues came up. Worry hung over his head as he sat at home, his hands wringing one another. The cushion on the couch he sat on seemed to sink lower than usual.

The mice were asleep, giving out a squeak or two in their sleep, shifting in their newspaper shavings. The clicking of the clock echoed in his head. She'd come back right? Sure she had a lot of work but... He shifted in his seat before he heard footsteps outside of the door, lifting his head, seeing a figure walk into the room. The soldier smiled ever so slightly in the dark, sadly, and stood up slowly, so he didn't scare her.

"Welcome home, hun." He said softly towards Elena's figure.

[suits_me]

She saw movement from the corner of her eye, and it stopped her in her tracks. It was only a fraction of a second for Elena to realize who it was, but it wasn't instant. Even if it was her idea, she was still getting used to him living with her.

"You're still awake?" Maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Even if he hadn't known the details, she'd still been out there at such a late hour. The city was dangerous. What man wouldn't worry? But Elena could tell from his tone that he already knew.

It wasn't often that she struggled for words. Normally she struggled for silence. But what could she really say? Elena felt the tears stinging her eyes again and quickly batted her eyes against them. She'd felt the burn of them all day, but not a single one had been allowed to fall. To cry was the same as waving a white flag. It meant surrender. Because if you could do something, you wouldn't be wasting your time crying. And even if there was nothing that she could do, Elena didn't want to

[spikeysoldier]

Heard the sad sound she made, and before he could speak, he felt her pressed against him. He inhaled sharply, not quite expecting the action. Elena was a tough girl. The toughest one he knew and loved for that matter. But, seeing her like this. It made his chest heavy with feeling.

Once she was clutching at him, he lifted his arms slowly and wrapped them safely and protectively around his fiancee, closing his eyes tightly hearing her cry. One hand rested on the back of her head, stroking her hair softly, trying to soothe her in anyway possible. He let out a shakey sigh, his lips twitching. No. He had no reason to be mad at those two! But, she was sad. Crying. Devastated at that. She had been bottling it all up inside. Trying to be strong. As admiring as that was, it was only going to be more painful for her.

"Let it out Elena...." he whispered against her ear softly, kissing her cheek softly. "Let it all out."

[suits_me]

Her mouth opened and she screamed against his chest. The sound was foreign to her, and it took a few seconds for the sound to register. Elena was sad and sick and angry. She was angry, but mostly because that's the form the pain had chosen to take.

The storm passed almost as quickly as it came, but the force of it was enough to leave her eyes red and swollen. Elena leaned back gently, one hand still hanging onto the edge of his shirt while the other wiped at her eyes again. "Fucking cowards didn't even say good-bye." Elena sniffled. Her eyes darted up to his and even in the darkness she could see how her tears also affected him. "Sorry." Her lips murmured before she glanced almost guiltily away again.