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APHARSITES: Needed Conversation
Aug. 19th, 2006 10:15 pmA week before Danny had come back (he was back, he was alive), Sam had gotten a letter.
Well, sort of. It had been in 202. Tacked to a map. The map of Earth. Right where her name was. She'd gone in to find something to eat and then had almost dropped the canned tomatoes, because there had been a worn piece of paper, and it had had her name on it.
And now he was back. And he was exhausted and sad and so broken that she could barely stand it, because that wasn't the Danny she knew. The Danny she knew could make lame jokes about horrible things like death and still face it and come back all the better. The Danny she knew smiled and ate like a teenage boy and thought like a teenage boy. Now he was different, and so sad.
For the fifty millionth time, she opened the worn and torn piece of paper on the roof, beginning to read, tracing the letters absently.
( Sam... )
It hurt.
It hurt and she needed to talk to him and she knew it.
She walked slowly into their room with the paper tucked carefully away. "Danny?"
Well, sort of. It had been in 202. Tacked to a map. The map of Earth. Right where her name was. She'd gone in to find something to eat and then had almost dropped the canned tomatoes, because there had been a worn piece of paper, and it had had her name on it.
And now he was back. And he was exhausted and sad and so broken that she could barely stand it, because that wasn't the Danny she knew. The Danny she knew could make lame jokes about horrible things like death and still face it and come back all the better. The Danny she knew smiled and ate like a teenage boy and thought like a teenage boy. Now he was different, and so sad.
For the fifty millionth time, she opened the worn and torn piece of paper on the roof, beginning to read, tracing the letters absently.
( Sam... )
It hurt.
It hurt and she needed to talk to him and she knew it.
She walked slowly into their room with the paper tucked carefully away. "Danny?"
