Post by Laurie Collins on Mar 13, 2008 5:02:54 GMT
Gail flips shut her phone, two calls from work (she’d taken her vacation time with no explanation and they hadn’t objected, she’s never missed a day, but they’re still calling, calling, calling- where’s the Dworkin file? How do you work the printer in the basement?), and resists the urge to throw it against the wall, crack open the plastic case, and dig through wires and chips and other components that mysteriously result in the ability to hear voices across oceans until she finds something she can hold accountable for why she isn’t getting the call she wants. Instead she checks the volume on the ring tone again and tucks it back into her pocket then resumes pacing the hallway, checking back through the door to her room every few moments because she can’t really say if Laurie had disappeared inside the room or the trajectory of her stumble had carried her all the way into the hallway before she’d vanished. Either way if it’s reversed, if it was some long term fluke of teleportation, she’ll be back, she’ll be back right here and so that is where Gail is waiting.
Waiting had not, of course, been her first choice but eventually she’d realized that sheer anger would not somehow translate into that useless Sheppard saying “ah-hah!” waving his hands and producing her daughter, would probably even be counter-productive, and that there was really nothing else she could do. No wings, no telepathic connection, no fancy technology or combat skills beyond point and pull the trigger on a handgun with a better than average chance of hitting her target. If I’d shot him at the house, if I’d killed him before I left him when I really had the chance, when he never would have known I was even entertaining the idea…
“Fuck that,” she mutters suddenly, shakes her head hard, and makes as if she’s going to start down the hall before remembering again that she has nowhere to go unless she plans on bursting in on Sheppard for the forty-thousandth time. Probably better to stay here anyway. She’ll be back any second now. They’ll all be back any second now. It wasn’t Sean’s plan, it was just a mistake. She pulls out her phone and checks it again.
Waiting had not, of course, been her first choice but eventually she’d realized that sheer anger would not somehow translate into that useless Sheppard saying “ah-hah!” waving his hands and producing her daughter, would probably even be counter-productive, and that there was really nothing else she could do. No wings, no telepathic connection, no fancy technology or combat skills beyond point and pull the trigger on a handgun with a better than average chance of hitting her target. If I’d shot him at the house, if I’d killed him before I left him when I really had the chance, when he never would have known I was even entertaining the idea…
“Fuck that,” she mutters suddenly, shakes her head hard, and makes as if she’s going to start down the hall before remembering again that she has nowhere to go unless she plans on bursting in on Sheppard for the forty-thousandth time. Probably better to stay here anyway. She’ll be back any second now. They’ll all be back any second now. It wasn’t Sean’s plan, it was just a mistake. She pulls out her phone and checks it again.
