After bad things happen people like to say that anything that can happen will and to chalk it up to fate or a crazy law written by some guy who probably never existed named Murphy
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To be honest, Cameron was feeling a lot better too.
All her intentions of avoiding people who really knew her-- easy to do since one she didn't have to worry about, and the other was... well, just one person-- were up against her desire to talk with people. Not necessarily about House or what she'd been up to, but just to talk. Cameron had never been supremely extroverted, but she did miss being friendly with others.
Good naturedly, Paige nodded and waved the stuffed animal's limp arm in the woman's direction.
"That I did. All the way up on the top of the bookshelf."
If she hadn't known better, she'd have assumed that it belonged to some child, having gone missing and been put up there to get it out of the way. Truth to be told it had gone missing -- just not on the island.
"That's kind of weird. High up for a kid..." Which meant that it probably didn't belong to a child at all. Maybe it was one of those things that appeared for people.
"Guilty as charged," Paige admitted lightly. It was still one of the strangest things in the world to just find, but she supposed that the last time she'd just found it, she hadn't been looking for it either.
"Someone leave that up there?" Meredith asked, leaning past Paige to see if there was anything worth reading left on the bookshelf. That looked unlikely at the moment, given that she wasn't really looking for romance novels, with or without muscular half-naked men on the covers. It couldn't hurt to peek, though.
No one had really gotten around to attempting to explain how lost things or reminders of things left behind wound up here, and while on another day Paige might have tried to do so herself, she wasn't biting. She half-shrugged and turned towards Meredith.
"Except last time I checked I hadn't left it on the bookshelf."
"Where'd you leave it last?" Meredith asked, head tipping sideways. "Someone must have moved it." It was cute, real cute, this stuffed rabbit. There were days when she almost wouldn't have minded having some of her old stuffed toys herself, or maybe a dog again. She'd have had proper time for a dog here. It would have been better, anyway, than being so damn alone all the time.
"My parents' house." Even after all these years, Paige still referred to her home in Kentucky as belonging to both of her parents, despite the fact that her dad hadn't been in picture for an awful long time. "About, oh seven years ago."
It had been too long since Nicholas had seen her. Really seen her, as herself. Not since that day with Kay, when he'd convinced her to go after-- God, after being a bleeding idiot, and blurting out that he loved her in the same fucking breath he was telling her to get away from him.
He'd been in the shower, and his hair was still damp, hanging in heavy clumps across his forehead. "Hi," he said, from several paces behind her, not knowing how else to possibly start the conversation. It was far from the first time that he needed to make up for doing something stupid, but that didn't make it any easier. "Find something interesting?"
Like she had so often when she was a kid, stuck on a porch watching her siblings run by, Paige absently twitched her nose at the stuffed rabbit. It was just the smallest gesture, an absent thing, but it was better to focus on that memory rather than the fact that her once-beloved Floppy might just be the harbinger of a whole mess of angry tears. Not that she was counting them coming.
Still grinning ear to ear she laughed. "Very interesting, if you find stuffed rabbits interesting," she said, waving a floppy ear in Nicholas' direction. "This is Floppy."
It was so fucking good to see Paige smile, even if it was completely unexpected and therefore a bit baffling. Nicholas couldn't help but smile in return, and he instinctively gave a wave back to the bunny.
"Floppy?" he echoed, and seized the opportunity to step a bit closer, eyes shifting from the rabbit to Paige's face. "I take it he's from home." At least somebody got something good from home.
"Yeah, from home home." It was a complicated way of phrasing it, but when a good chunk of her life had been spent outside of the mountains, it was the only way that worked.
"I guess I wasn't really creative with the name when I was four," she said, thoughtfully picking at where one of the button eyes had fallen off. "Floppy's my best friend. Or well, he was."
Monet stared at the ugly rotting thing that Paige was holding and raised an eyebrow at her.
"What the hell is that awful thing?" Monet asked, taking a random book from the shelf and sitting down with it. Monet stared at the book title before abandoning it. Stockholm Syndrome and You. Someone's idea of a joke but not hers.
Leave it to Monet St. Croix to say the worst thing about a beloved toy.
Instictively, Paige clutched Floppy to her chest, resisting the urge to give Monet a dirty look. "I'll have you know it was my favourite toy as a kid."
"So what's your excuse now?" Monet asked, rubbing her sore and aching knuckles. Someone or rather something had taken a beating after she'd been given the news about Jamie. Jamie was gone, well his dupe was anyway. It wouldn't be long now before the real Jamie, Jamie Prime, found out what had happened to them all and came and got them. Not that she wanted to be rescued but she wanted off this island and wanted her powers back.
Paige wasn't in the mood to deal with any of Monet's moods. That woman had more personalities than a deck of cards had numbers. "I just found it again. I thought it was lost."
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All her intentions of avoiding people who really knew her-- easy to do since one she didn't have to worry about, and the other was... well, just one person-- were up against her desire to talk with people. Not necessarily about House or what she'd been up to, but just to talk. Cameron had never been supremely extroverted, but she did miss being friendly with others.
"You found a bunny?"
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"That I did. All the way up on the top of the bookshelf."
If she hadn't known better, she'd have assumed that it belonged to some child, having gone missing and been put up there to get it out of the way. Truth to be told it had gone missing -- just not on the island.
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Cameron smiled at her. "Yours?"
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"Haven't seen it years. How's that for weird?"
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No one had really gotten around to attempting to explain how lost things or reminders of things left behind wound up here, and while on another day Paige might have tried to do so herself, she wasn't biting. She half-shrugged and turned towards Meredith.
"Except last time I checked I hadn't left it on the bookshelf."
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She laughed shaking her head.
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He'd been in the shower, and his hair was still damp, hanging in heavy clumps across his forehead. "Hi," he said, from several paces behind her, not knowing how else to possibly start the conversation. It was far from the first time that he needed to make up for doing something stupid, but that didn't make it any easier. "Find something interesting?"
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Still grinning ear to ear she laughed. "Very interesting, if you find stuffed rabbits interesting," she said, waving a floppy ear in Nicholas' direction. "This is Floppy."
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"Floppy?" he echoed, and seized the opportunity to step a bit closer, eyes shifting from the rabbit to Paige's face. "I take it he's from home." At least somebody got something good from home.
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"I guess I wasn't really creative with the name when I was four," she said, thoughtfully picking at where one of the button eyes had fallen off. "Floppy's my best friend. Or well, he was."
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"What the hell is that awful thing?" Monet asked, taking a random book from the shelf and sitting down with it. Monet stared at the book title before abandoning it. Stockholm Syndrome and You. Someone's idea of a joke but not hers.
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Instictively, Paige clutched Floppy to her chest, resisting the urge to give Monet a dirty look. "I'll have you know it was my favourite toy as a kid."
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