[ the morning after ]

Feb 28, 2011 21:21

When Beckett wakes up, there's a crick in her neck and a fuzzy feeling in her mouth - not to mention the pounding on the inside of her skull ( Read more... )

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 02:31:27 UTC
There's a weight on his lap, leaning against his chest, a pounding in his head. The weight moves, and most of the fuzziness in his head clears as instinct kicks in. He's not sure what the weight is, and opening his eyes only sends more pain lancing through his skull.

All he knows is he needs to get the weight off, and he fumbles to push against it.

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 02:33:23 UTC
"Hey," Beckett says, in a half-whisper, trying to reassure with soft words and gentle contact, easing herself off his lap and lingering along his side.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 02:48:09 UTC
Beckett's voice breaks through the panic, and the memories of where he is, of the night before start to beat back the panic.

"Beckett?" he asks in a croak, his mouth feeling like it had been packed in sawdust.

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 02:50:24 UTC
"Yeah," she says, nodding slowly, and doesn't lean in too close to him, but lingers nearby for the moment when he finally opens his eyes.

"I'm right here."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 02:57:55 UTC
"You okay?" he asks, squinting at her through the pounding in his head. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He starts to sit up but flops back as his stomach flip-flops.

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 02:59:48 UTC
"No, don't try to move," she replies, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about me. Just sit there for a minute. I'll get us some water."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 04:05:55 UTC
"No, I can get mine," Jack says, rubbing his eyes. "Your head has to be hurting as much as mine is."

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 04:07:18 UTC
"I've had worse," she admits, with a brief smile. "And no."

Her hand presses again, keeping him down.

"Sit. Stay."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 04:23:58 UTC
"I've had worse, too," he says with a look, though he stays where he is.

"I take it you slept well, at least?"

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 04:25:43 UTC
"About as well as you can in that kind of position," she quips, shuffling over to the sink and filling two glasses.

She takes three steady gulps from hers before bringing both back, passing the other to him.

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 04:37:30 UTC
Jack takes the glass, gulping half of it before pressing the cool glass against his forehead.

"I'm kind of surprised we made it up here without falling over."

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 04:39:10 UTC
She eases down onto the couch next to him, resting her head back against the pillows with a sigh.

"You can say that again."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 04:52:46 UTC
"Egging eachother into drinking more might have been a bad idea."

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 15:03:32 UTC
"Maybe."

She closes her eyes, taking another sip of water.

"Seemed like a good one at the time."

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trigger_man March 1 2011, 15:15:25 UTC
Jack snorts. "Most things do when you're already kind of drunk."

He pauses for a second, then adds, haltingly, "Not...all of it was, though."

He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea; not when glancing over at her--even as she's still groggy, her hair still mussed from sleep--makes his heart beat just a little faster.

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fanofthegenre March 1 2011, 15:18:22 UTC
"Mmm. Good point."

She keeps her eyes closed for another beat or two, until the world feels like it's not on an axis tilt, and then opens them again, letting her head loll over in his direction and smiling slowly when her eyes land on his face.

"There are worse ways to wake up."

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