Somewhere in the preserve - Morning

Oct 02, 2011 16:52

Jake hadn't moved since last night. The only change since last evening was that at some point, he'd pulled on his boxer briefs, but he still sat with his back against a tree, his clothes in a pile beside him. He'd heard Sam moving between the trees, restless and waiting for him, but he'd ignored it and finally Sam had left. Jake hoped he'd gone ( Read more... )

what: sam is a jerk, my girl: caroline forbes, what: more drama, places: the preserve

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puppywithatutu October 2 2011, 14:57:59 UTC
It would have been easier for Caroline to find Jake if he had been making a lot of noise, but no, he was silent and she was a terrible tracker.

But she wasn't stupid. Caroline pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Jake, closing her eyes to listen for the obnoxious ringtone she'd set for herself and trying not to think of the last time she'd used this strategy to find something she'd lost.

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need_no_moon October 2 2011, 15:02:33 UTC
Jake startled as his telephone rang and for a moment he was reaching for the pile of clothes, knowing it was Caroline. It wouldn't help to pick up, though. It was like he could say anything and he knew he wouldn't be able to listen to her panic without being able to comfort her.

"Fuck," he growled and drew up his knees, resting his forehead against them as he wished for the phone to stop ringing.

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puppywithatutu October 2 2011, 15:09:38 UTC
The second she heard the phone, Caroline was running at inhuman speeds before he could even try to shut it off and ruin her ability to find him.

And then there he was, half naked in the cold morning, curled up on himself as she came to a stop in front of him. Sam hadn't lied, he looked like hell. "Jake..." She couldn't help that just his name had her choked up.

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need_no_moon October 2 2011, 15:13:54 UTC
He'd heard her approach, but he couldn't let himself believe it was really her, despite what his senses were telling him.

His head shot up at the sound of her voice and his mouth opened to answer, but no words wanted to pass his lips and his hands gripped at his shins in frustration.

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