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Five ways Anita reacted if she suddenly went home:
1. It was as simple as that. One day asleep on the Island, listening to the ocean waves and the next back. Well, maybe it wasn't simple at all, but she refused to talk about it. "Nothing happened." was her response every time someone brought up how different she seemed, or if Jean-Claude questioned her when they saw something in her mind that didn't make sense, though it seemed her gave her more privacy than ever. She went back to keeping the people safe from monsters, to doing her best to love the people in her life. If maybe she hugged Micah a little too long, or had to turn her head away when Asher game her a sympathetic look, no one pushed her on it.
2. "Fuck." She didn't have anything to throw, which was on the top of her list of annoying things about this day. She wanted to have a tantrum, get everything out. If she held it in it would then she was certain it would act like a poison and slowly kill her. She had so much she wanted to tell Freddy and so many people she would actually miss. It was bad enough to give her those chances, but worse yet to take them away. Nathaniel cleared his throat as he leaned against the door frame. "You haven't seen my brush have you?" She shook her head sitting on the edge of the bed. "You have a right to be angry." She gave a bitter laugh. "I know, but knowing doesn't make it any easier." She stood trying to give him a smile. "I'll help you look." It would distract her at least.
3. "Are you serious?" Jean-Claude's eyebrow raised as he leaned back in his chair. "Yes, I need to get away. I don't know for how long. I just need to sort some things out by myself." She couldn't really be by herself, but with Nathaniel and Micah with her the ardeur could be mostly controlled. She would still have to be careful, but it could be done. "You do understand, ma petite, how dangerous this is?" She nodded. "I know, and that should tell you I'm very serious about this. I can't work this out here, I just can't." She had decided that morning over coffee that this was the only option. If she stayed here she didn't know what she would do, or say. She had responsibilities, but more than that she had friends and she owed them being okay. She would never be alright, but okay she could do.
4. "Anita?" Micah was there, warm his hand in hers. "What happened, Micah? the last thing I remember I got out of my truck to check something." "You got knocked around pretty badly. The doctors don't know how you made it." But of course the tone in his voice said he was pretty sure why. So many marks, so much sharing of power and bam you can suddenly take getting hit against a tree a few times. "Oh." Well at least it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She glanced up at the TV and she couldn't explain the lump in her throat. "I didn't know you liked Tarantino." He shrugged. "It was just on." He hadn't missed how it somehow seemed to soothe her. He gave a grin as he sat back down. "I didn't know you knew this either, so who's your favorite character." Without missing a beat. "Mr. Orange."
5. If she was more reckless than usual there were very few people who would call her on it, but Micah was first in line. "You weren't paying attention out there today." She shrugged. "I'm allowed an off day or two, aren't I?" "No, you're not." Of course she wasn't. Too much depended on her, but sometimes, more so lately, it all felt pretty pointless. Oh she didn't want to die or anything crazy, but she was fighting an old fight that would never be over and for just a little while she had glimpsed what she could have, and maybe she hadn't wanted to let that go.
1. It was as simple as that. One day asleep on the Island, listening to the ocean waves and the next back. Well, maybe it wasn't simple at all, but she refused to talk about it. "Nothing happened." was her response every time someone brought up how different she seemed, or if Jean-Claude questioned her when they saw something in her mind that didn't make sense, though it seemed her gave her more privacy than ever. She went back to keeping the people safe from monsters, to doing her best to love the people in her life. If maybe she hugged Micah a little too long, or had to turn her head away when Asher game her a sympathetic look, no one pushed her on it.
2. "Fuck." She didn't have anything to throw, which was on the top of her list of annoying things about this day. She wanted to have a tantrum, get everything out. If she held it in it would then she was certain it would act like a poison and slowly kill her. She had so much she wanted to tell Freddy and so many people she would actually miss. It was bad enough to give her those chances, but worse yet to take them away. Nathaniel cleared his throat as he leaned against the door frame. "You haven't seen my brush have you?" She shook her head sitting on the edge of the bed. "You have a right to be angry." She gave a bitter laugh. "I know, but knowing doesn't make it any easier." She stood trying to give him a smile. "I'll help you look." It would distract her at least.
3. "Are you serious?" Jean-Claude's eyebrow raised as he leaned back in his chair. "Yes, I need to get away. I don't know for how long. I just need to sort some things out by myself." She couldn't really be by herself, but with Nathaniel and Micah with her the ardeur could be mostly controlled. She would still have to be careful, but it could be done. "You do understand, ma petite, how dangerous this is?" She nodded. "I know, and that should tell you I'm very serious about this. I can't work this out here, I just can't." She had decided that morning over coffee that this was the only option. If she stayed here she didn't know what she would do, or say. She had responsibilities, but more than that she had friends and she owed them being okay. She would never be alright, but okay she could do.
4. "Anita?" Micah was there, warm his hand in hers. "What happened, Micah? the last thing I remember I got out of my truck to check something." "You got knocked around pretty badly. The doctors don't know how you made it." But of course the tone in his voice said he was pretty sure why. So many marks, so much sharing of power and bam you can suddenly take getting hit against a tree a few times. "Oh." Well at least it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She glanced up at the TV and she couldn't explain the lump in her throat. "I didn't know you liked Tarantino." He shrugged. "It was just on." He hadn't missed how it somehow seemed to soothe her. He gave a grin as he sat back down. "I didn't know you knew this either, so who's your favorite character." Without missing a beat. "Mr. Orange."
5. If she was more reckless than usual there were very few people who would call her on it, but Micah was first in line. "You weren't paying attention out there today." She shrugged. "I'm allowed an off day or two, aren't I?" "No, you're not." Of course she wasn't. Too much depended on her, but sometimes, more so lately, it all felt pretty pointless. Oh she didn't want to die or anything crazy, but she was fighting an old fight that would never be over and for just a little while she had glimpsed what she could have, and maybe she hadn't wanted to let that go.