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saves_the_world

Day 1

Jun 08, 2007 16:21

Peter stirred, blinking against the light shuttering in through the tree house window. Propping himself up on an elbow, he watched Gwen's sleeping form. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, over the pillow, hair inky black and gleaming against white cotton and creamy skin. The delicate arch of her back, the way the sheets pooled around her ( Read more... )

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saves_the_world June 9 2007, 00:30:21 UTC

Peter laughed again, a joy bubbling up from within. He rolled over as she moved toward the edge of the bed. One hand reached out for her waist. His fingers just grazed the soft curve there when she turned back to stare at him.

Her eyes were wide, a glimmer in them that Peter had seen more than once on the Torchwood reels. Uncertainty. Worry.

The question was odd, and Peter's mouth scrunched up a little. He started to answer "no" as he sat up, but the denial died on his lips.

Same lamp. Same beside table. Same alarm clock with the messed up numbers in the hour column, half of the lights burnt out.

His mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "We are."

be_normal June 9 2007, 00:39:14 UTC

Don't panic, Gwen, she immediately tells herself, a bit like a mantra, unwilling to give the anxiety a toehold. Having a breakdown while nude and half-ready to shag is about as embarrassing as it's possible to get. Be cool.

"H-how?" she manages, having gone stock still, as if she's afraid to touch anything and make it real. "Peter?"

saves_the_world June 9 2007, 00:48:01 UTC

Placing a hand carefully, reassuringly against her back, Peter stared at her in silence for a long time. He wasn't sure how they were both there anymore than he knew how he had ever come to the island in the first place. The island worked in strange, mysterious ways and--

That was it.

"This has to be another one of those island-- those island things, Gwen," Peter said finally, rubbing slow circles low on her back. "They usually don't last very long, so maybe this is-- we have to believe this is going to be okay, right?"

be_normal June 9 2007, 00:57:58 UTC

Don't patronize me.

"This isn't like... becoming a man or being someone else for a day," Gwen counters, her expression turning vaguely indignant as she scrabbles to pull the sheet up over her chest. "We're not even in the same place, Peter!" This isn't even the same dimension that she's from, of that she's certain. Maybe she doesn't even exist here, maybe there's no Jack, no Doctor-

Her breath catches abruptly, and she presses a hand to her mouth, distressed.

saves_the_world June 9 2007, 01:02:56 UTC

"I'm not patronizing you!" Peter said automatically, pulling away. Leaning over the side of the bed, he found a pair of scrub pants on the floor. Pulling them on hastily, he stood up.

After yanking the blinds close, he looked over at Gwen. "I know we're not! But at least we're somewhere one of us knows, Gwen! We could just as easily be somewhere in some other time and have no clue about any of it!"