Someone's Been Sleeping In My Bed and She Still There! - For Jack
As the dark soldiers pulled out, their scrambler went with them. Panicked thoughts blasted in her head but she only wanted to hear one person. She hadn't seen Jack the whole fight. She didn't know if he was alive or dead but compared to the other frantic voices around her, Jack was too calm to get a read on and looking was giving her a migraine.
She looked around at the bodies lightly dusted with snow. When had it started snowing again? It made the scene a little unreal. Corpses shouldn't sparkle in the few rays of morning. The whole thing made her cold. Well, that and the fact that she was almost naked without any shoes.
The adrenaline she'd been living on the last few hours started to wane and fatigue and pain started setting in. Just from the ache of walking she knew she would be covered in bruises. Her arms and legs had the worst of it but her shoulder did have a nasty bruise from where it was dislocated and jammed back in. A few bruises were starting to shadow her eye and cheek with a bullet grazing on her jaw from where she was narrowly missed. She'd have to let the doc take a look at it later. That is, if she was alive. Betsy could have searched to find out but she was tired. Cabeza del Betsy was closed for the moment for renovations. Please leave a message after the beep.
She started to go to her own room. It was on the first floor. Convenient and warm but Jack was a few floors higher. She knew herself. She wouldn't be able to rest if there was a chance he was laying up there dead. It was morbid to think as she climbed the million steps but if he had to die, she hoped he wasn't in bed. He'd hate that. The man was a fighter.
The blood in the stairway gave her pause but it wasn't much. Nothing fatal or so she hoped. As did the corpses in the hall. Her violet eyes searched the faces. No Jack. She breathed easier until she got to his door. It was open so she didn't bother knocking. Not that there was anyone to answer anyway. The room was empty. His bed cold and left unmade. No blood that she could see. That didn't mean he wasn't one of the bodies in the snow but it was looking better and better. She just didn't have the energy to search anymore.
Stripping her sticky, blood soaked top, Betsy needed a shower but made do with Jack's towel before crawling into his bed. Maybe she would just rest a minute while she waited.
((After all the excitement, I just needed a little fluffy Jack/Betsy time. Don't worry. She's too sore to jump him ;D ))
She looked around at the bodies lightly dusted with snow. When had it started snowing again? It made the scene a little unreal. Corpses shouldn't sparkle in the few rays of morning. The whole thing made her cold. Well, that and the fact that she was almost naked without any shoes.
The adrenaline she'd been living on the last few hours started to wane and fatigue and pain started setting in. Just from the ache of walking she knew she would be covered in bruises. Her arms and legs had the worst of it but her shoulder did have a nasty bruise from where it was dislocated and jammed back in. A few bruises were starting to shadow her eye and cheek with a bullet grazing on her jaw from where she was narrowly missed. She'd have to let the doc take a look at it later. That is, if she was alive. Betsy could have searched to find out but she was tired. Cabeza del Betsy was closed for the moment for renovations. Please leave a message after the beep.
She started to go to her own room. It was on the first floor. Convenient and warm but Jack was a few floors higher. She knew herself. She wouldn't be able to rest if there was a chance he was laying up there dead. It was morbid to think as she climbed the million steps but if he had to die, she hoped he wasn't in bed. He'd hate that. The man was a fighter.
The blood in the stairway gave her pause but it wasn't much. Nothing fatal or so she hoped. As did the corpses in the hall. Her violet eyes searched the faces. No Jack. She breathed easier until she got to his door. It was open so she didn't bother knocking. Not that there was anyone to answer anyway. The room was empty. His bed cold and left unmade. No blood that she could see. That didn't mean he wasn't one of the bodies in the snow but it was looking better and better. She just didn't have the energy to search anymore.
Stripping her sticky, blood soaked top, Betsy needed a shower but made do with Jack's towel before crawling into his bed. Maybe she would just rest a minute while she waited.
((After all the excitement, I just needed a little fluffy Jack/Betsy time. Don't worry. She's too sore to jump him ;D ))