Cookie Verse - TBD
May. 15th, 2015 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredlessMama had a bad habit of picking up used puzzles and games from yard sales. And it wasn't that bad, not really. 'Cepting for the part where she never could seem to remember what games were already sitting back home in the hall closet. It's how they ended up with three Monopolys and two very battered versions of Life. That, and a whole heck of a lot of puzzle three or four pieces shy of completion. You'd spend the whole of a weekend hunched over the kitchen table, trying to work through one. Only to get to the very end, staring at those spaces where the table shown through.
Almost, but not quite.
That's what it feels like, she thinks. Almost. But not quite.
But not...what's she missing?
They're talking about her. Fred's pretty darn certain of it. But the fact that they're not talking to her, explaining what all those reports and readings are saying? Well that's more worrisome than the variety of needles they're already insisted on sticking her with and why is it...
Why was it so hot?
Wesley was going to have her head.
She was going to have to tell him he'd have to wait for her to be finished with it first.
It really was ridiculously warm.
Fred wondered if Mama still had those puzzles in the hall closet.
Life.
Almost. But not quite.
Almost, but not quite.
That's what it feels like, she thinks. Almost. But not quite.
But not...what's she missing?
They're talking about her. Fred's pretty darn certain of it. But the fact that they're not talking to her, explaining what all those reports and readings are saying? Well that's more worrisome than the variety of needles they're already insisted on sticking her with and why is it...
Why was it so hot?
Wesley was going to have her head.
She was going to have to tell him he'd have to wait for her to be finished with it first.
It really was ridiculously warm.
Fred wondered if Mama still had those puzzles in the hall closet.
Life.
Almost. But not quite.
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Date: 2015-05-16 05:40 am (UTC)Fred's brow knitted itself in obvious confusion. Not that she'd forgotten they were supposed to meet. She'd been counting down the time pretty much since they'd left Wesley's place that morning. No, she was well and familiar with lunch. So how had it gotten past her?
It was that heat again, she blamed it silently. Sticky and fuzzy, her thoughts kept getting caught up in it. And if she was honest, Fred couldn't be certain if five minutes or five hours had passed. The notion scared her a little.
Ok, it scared her a lot.
"...it went and got late all of a sudden. Lorne must've told on me."
He'd been with her when it happened. Her voice sounded raw. Out of practice, even. Fred's gaze met Wesley's.
"How bad is it?"