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 Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:28 pm
The instant that she was freed from the infirmary, Sasha beelined for the room she shared with Wash. She really had no idea if he was in or not, but that small sanctuary was the only place she wanted to be. Even if he wasn't in, she would wait for him there. There was nobody else she wanted to see, nobody else she wanted to talk to.
She was dreading her talk with the Doctor. Dreading leaving the island, dreading the tasks that waited for her.
Dreading being without Wash.
Nona wasn't talking, but the heavy impression she left was enough.
Should have known better. A silly, stupid mistake.
Sasha swept into their room and slammed the door behind her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 8:20 pm
Wash looked up, started. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed in a white tank and black sweatpants. A copy of Technical Rescue Operations rested in his lap.
"Well hel-lo, little lady. In a hurry?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 8:28 pm
"Yes. Well. <******** shook her head and paused, ripping off her jacket before furiously throwing it against the nearest wall. The scarf soon followed, sailing through the air as one Miss Sasha Belrose threw the biggest ******** hissy fit.
"They're sending me away."
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 8:51 pm
Wash sat up straighter, closing his book and placing it carefully on the nightstand before untwining his legs and swinging them over the edge of the bed.
"What? Where? Some kinna mission?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 9:05 pm
"No. Well. I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to see the Doctor tomorrow, and I'm being sent off to Scotland every other week."
She stamped her foot, hands forming fists. Rage pulsed off of her in waves. It took her mind off of the churning in her stomach.
"Rep and I are not allowed to be on the island at the same time. They also demoted me."
Sasha glanced at Wash, cheeks red.
"I leave tomorrow, I suppose."
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 9:40 am
"Oh, girl..." Wash stood and took a step toward her, stopping just short of contact.
"I'm sure it's only temp'rary, right?" He frowned. "What happened?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 9:46 am
"I don't know."
Sasha leaned forward enough to press her forehead against Wash's sternum, her exhalation rough.
"Harrison wrote a report. I'm not sure what it said, but apparently it was enough to merit these consequences."
Sasha pulled back so that she could peer up at Wash, her expression troubled.
"When did things get so complicated?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 7:09 pm
Wash smiled sadly, and reached up to stroke her cheek. "Things is always complicated, cher." He kissed her lightly on the top of her head. "I'm sure it'll work out someways. 'Sides, Scotland is a beautiful place I hear."
More quietly, he murmured, "This is nothin', little lady. You've weathered worse. You'll get through this, turn it t'your advantage somehow. I know you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 7:47 pm
Sasha was quiet for a long time, finding solace in the closeness of Wash's sturdy frame.
"You're right, I know you're right." Sasha gave him a wry, tired smile. "You usually are, after all. Mr. Rational."
She stepped away from him and moved to the small closet they shared, pulling from the depths the luggage she'd purchased in France during her last visit.
"I'm packing one of your shirts," she groused gruffly under her breath, hurling the expensive luggage onto the bed, "so pick out your favorite."
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 7:55 pm
"Oh, uh huh?" He chuckled, and stepped up beside her, rummaging before pulling something off a hanger. That one, he had a few good memories of, specifically involving Sasha and a pair of lacy and doubtless expensive panties demurely peeking from the bottom of the hem...
Huh. He squinted, gazing at the strangely unfamiliar topography of his - their - closet. He had never noticed before, how much his had mixed with hers. It was a nice, warm realization.
"When'd you get so many shoes?" He guffawed. "You hidin' some extra feet somewhere?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 8:00 pm
Sasha elbowed him ungently, shooting him a grin before moving towards the dresser.
"I like my shoes," she chuckled dryly, glancing at him over her shoulder before promptly throwing a clean pair of lacy underthings at him. "And if I remember correctly, you don't complain when they're the only things I'm wearing."
The easy, flirty banter helped her disposition, brightening her mood.
"I don't even know what the weather is like in Scotland. How should I pack?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 8:17 pm
Wash caught the unmentionables and chuckled deeply, tossing them on top her luggage. "Fine, fine."
He scratched the back of his head, thinking. "I dunno. Little cold, I'd guess. Never been." He tugged one of her sweaters out, a cowly turtleneck whose colors offset her eyes. He draped it against his chest and posed before tilted his head to the side. "You?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 8:32 pm
"No. Only France and here."
Sasha indiscriminately grabbed handfuls of underthings, turning to face Wash before shaking her head at his pose.
"When I'm allowed leave again, we should go somewhere. Somewhere we've never been."
Stuffing the undergarments into the luggage, Sasha tapped her chin.
"No skirts. Leggings and sweaters. I have no idea what it's going to be like there, but I can't imagine it being tropical."
A pause.
"Where would you go if you could go anywhere?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 8:58 pm
"Hmmmm." He considered, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder against the wall.
"I ain't never been anywhere 'sides my hometown, truth be told." Wash scratched his chin. "Might be nice to go somewhere quiet - or on an adventure."
A vacation - that would be nice. He could take her out on a real date maybe, like a proper lady. They could go see a show in some big city, or get away in a little bungalow somewhere that civilization had forgotten. Pretend to be two young people in love, without duties or obligations...
He sighed wistfully. "Maybe Italy. We could get us one of them little scooters," he considered aloud, "and then, y'know, go out, see the sights. Be tourists." Be normal.
As he said it aloud though, it sounded a little childish. After all that they'd seen, would their old world ever be as impressive?
"Or maybe just stay in, I dunno. Where would you go?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 9:40 pm
"Somewhere where we're the only ones around. The woods somewhere, in the mountains. Maybe a place with snow in the distance and a clear sky."
Her voice took on a soft, lilting quality as she lost herself in her thoughts.
"Maybe someplace with a creek nearby so we can listen to it as we fall asleep. Dinner under the stars. A fireplace."
Sasha trailed off, turning to glance at Wash sheepishly.
"It probably sounds silly."
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