peaches and apples

[brainpanned]

who: river & andy
what: meeting the minds
when: 02-02-10, eight-ish
where: salon d'opera, theater four
rating/status: closed, middleish rating?

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[psychic_stoner]

Gone for good, she said, and Andy's blood ran cold. He swallowed thickly, knitting his brow and narrowing his eyes slightly. "Why for good...?" he asked in a low voice. If Sam fucking Winchester was dead, Andy Gallagher didn't stand a motherfucking chance in hell. He only half-noticed the way River was nestling up against him, he was so distracted with the thought of Sam not making it out of whatever this thing they were a part of alive. Thus, he didn't react either favorably or unfavorably. It just was what it was. Andy was sitting there and River was leaning against him. He didn't even really register it, never mind think on it at all.

River's choice of response was interesting, Andy thought. Learn. She wanted to learn from one another? While it sounded simple enough, he supposed, Andy couldn't for the life of him think what exactly he could learn from someone who couldn't even properly express herself, nor what she could learn from someone as guarded as he was. It wasn't like he would've told her if she hadn't pretty much figured it out on her own. Or, well, if she hadn't either intentionally or not-so-much insinuated that she was a Special Kid, too. He pulled a face, indifferent but considering, in response and shrugged. "How do you mean more than just me? Peaches, all I am is me," he pointed out.

The latter sentiment, though, made Andy frown slightly and nod his understanding. Maybe it was because he'd killed Webber and maybe it was because he thought perhaps, for a moment, that Sam was dead, too, but Andy was feeling especially alone just then, thinking about it. No one knew what it was like to walk around with this gift of a curse - or curse of a gift? - and no one else knew how hard it was for him to keep from spiraling down the slippery slope he'd vowed not to lose himself in; no one knew what it was like to fight the urges Webber had talked about. He couldn't control the urge. Andy didn't want to kill people like Webber had; he didn't want to hurt them, either. But...the urge to strengthen the power. Hone it and expand it. Webber had been able to do it without even saying a word. Andy had been very careful when he'd been experimenting and found that he could project pictures into the mind's eye of others, but the more time that passed, the more he wanted to see what else he was capable of and yet he was terrified of what kind of monster he could become if he did. "Yeah...me too," he admitted, more to himself than to her. Because, really, even River couldn't understand that. Not really.

[brainpanned]

River laughed a little, her mouth twisting up at the irony. "Not dead, silly. Gone." And just as soon as the smile appeared, it vanished, slipping back into a pressed line. "People who leave don't like to come back. And if they do they don't remember they were here before." She had that feeling about the Doctor...about a lot of her friends who'd faded out of this place. But River was a transitory state, and thoughts she didn't like, she pushed away. Simply forgot.

"You are you..." She paused. "But there's more. More than just..." She lowered her voice, "Control. Maybe I could show you how I see. The feeling, it's -- it's more than just."

River frowned again, tried again. "I have moments, I -- I get confused. It's hard to focus when I feel too much. I think...you could help."