239/240, Saturday Morning

[janet_fraiser]

Morning came entirely too early. Not that Janet had gone to sleep late, but she didn't particularly want to get out of bed right now. Or talk to Liz. Or anyone, really. So she lay in bed with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. With any luck, she'd fall back asleep again soon.

OOC: Locked to Liz Weir.

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[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth?

Had drunk far too much wine last night.

She held her head, whimpering slightly, as she rolled out of bed.

Elizabeth winced as she snapped on her bedside light, and quickly changed into shorts and a sports bra once again. She grabbed ibuprofen and a bottle of water and padded softly across the room to the door.

She hesitated, hand on the doorknob and looked back towards Janet's bed. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice choking slightly. "I'm so sorry."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet opened her eyes and turned over when she heard Liz whisper, then sat up.

"Can we talk now?" asked Janet quietly.

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth froze slightly, before dropping the door handle and nodding. She winced and put a hand to her head.

[janet_fraiser]

"Maybe you should take something first?" asked Janet.

[janet_fraiser]

"Well, you're certainly acting like one right now," snapped Janet. "Though I doubt that's why you're overreacting. For crying out loud, Liz, could you maybe look at me some time?"

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth rolled over and moved to sit at the head of her bed, facing Janet. Her jaw was set and she looked mutinous. "Is this better?"

[janet_fraiser]

"No. It's not better. It's not going to be better until you figure out why you're overreacting and stop getting defensive and angry with me." Janet's face was hard.

[notcalledlizzie]

"I don't know!" Elizabeth cried, thumping her hand down on the bed. "I love you, and it hurts and I don't know why I'm overreacting!"