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This could be slightly awkward? [Actors Quarters - De and Bill]
Things had, everything considered, not been all that different. Bill and Len had not been around all that much, but that was ok, because they checked in every so often, and really, right now, De was happy to be alone, with a book, so long as he knew they were ok, and around if he needed them ( Read more... ) -
Back "home" [Actors Quarters, Open]
It was somewhat odd, being back in quarters that had become familar, felt comfortable, but that he still couldn't bring himself to describe as home. Where was home? Even if they were back on Earth, back in their own time, De wasn't sure that he would have anywhere that he would call home, right now. Home was Greenleaf, and Carolyn's arms, and ( Read more... ) -
Bringing it back - Nightmare [Sickbay, open-ish]
Deep down, De hadn't wanted Len and Bill to leave, as they did, to leave him there, alone, lost on the biobed. He wanted so much to reach out to them, to just extend his arms and to feel the two of them envelop him in a hug. As if that would make it all alright. He could open his arms, feel them there against in shoulders, and it would all be okay ( Read more... ) -
...I'm in here again? Waking up. [Sickbay, Len, Bill, McCoy (?)]
White white white white white white white white white
I'd like to go see Greenleaf, today, do you think we can go? I don't know, De, we'll see how it goes, see what the doctors say. I think they'll let you pay home a visit. I just want to sit in the garden, sit on the porch. Have a shower in my own house. I know, De, I know ( Read more... ) -
Dreams and things and thinky-thoughts [De's bedroom]
The dreams had been frequent. Almost every night now, memories, visions, swirling images of love, happiness, Carolyn. It was hard to wake up, to leave the world where she was there, where they could talk, where he could imagine; hard to wake up in this strange, foreign world where nothing was the same and nothing was as it should be. Some days, De ( Read more... ) -
Totally not worrying at all. Nope [De's bedroom, Enterprise] [Open]
There was still no news about Christine.
De was trying very hard not to worry. After talking to Len and receiving the message from the Captain that hadn't really told him anything at all but had only served to make him worry more.
He had gone out. Walked. Alone, this time. His walk with Emma had been good, but sometimes...it was just too much ( Read more... ) -
Everyone else seemed to be doing this...
...and it filled up some time filling it in.
Even though some of the questions don't really take into consideration the fact that you might be Not Dead and have been married all your previous life.
Oh, Carolyn...Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer ( Read more... ) -
Questions Meme [Livejournal Post]
I think I'm meant to post this now, right? That's how this meme Livejournal thing works? I still don't understand the internet. Or any of this, really, but that's another post for another day, probably ( Read more... ) -
Worry worry worry worry [Actor's Quarters, Open]
De had not been checking his messages constantly (honestly) despite having very little else to do. There had been the whole matter of meeting the sentient bra that had taken up some time, and taken his mind off his boredom and the fact that Christine had not yet replied to his message, tinted as that whole experience had been by De's worry over ( Read more... )