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four in the bed, (3/?)

(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
The view from the rooftop is beautiful; miles of uninhabited land, of total serenity. Lucy lies back with her arms behind her head and stares at the moon, at the fields, at the remnants of the town below. She expected it to feel empty here, full of a ghost's sorrow. She was not wrong. But out here it doesn't feel wrong, just quiet. Which isn't perfect, but it'll do.

Shaun's staring up at the same sky from the bottom floor, rubbing his eyes drowsily. Rebecca taps away at her laptop, phantomlike in the bluish glow from the monitor, and upstairs Desmond has a conversation with Claudia Auditore that he'll try to forget in the morning.


Every so often they have an unofficial day off, even though they're wasting time and the world is probably ending and none of them have a good shot of living past forty. It's a poor strategy, but at present it feels better to stretch their legs and forget the rest of the world than to sit on their asses 'til they cramp and panic. Desmond always leads the pack, clicking his blade in and out like a nervous tic. Lucy and Rebecca follow close behind, while one engages in some frenetic picture-taking ("For research!") and the other engages in some merciless mocking. Shaun brings up the rear, but takes care not to stray too far. He keeps his hands shoved in his pockets, staring alternately at the ground and at their backs.

"If you're going to train," Lucy tells Desmond, while he skips around rooftops like some kind of demented squirrel, "then train. Stop trying to show off."

"Jealous much? I'm just naturally impressive."

"You drool in the Animus," Rebecca informs him. "The allure fades." Lucy offers her a fist bump, while Shaun's face contorts into what might be a grin.

"Ha," Desmond says dryly.

"Sorry to break your studly little heart," Lucy tells him sweetly.

"My studly little heart will soldier on," he calls down to her. "You wanna race?"

"You wanna lose?" she says, quirking an eyebrow.

"To the gates and back, loser has to make dinner."


"Anything goes," Desmond declares boldly.

"My favorite," Lucy smirks.

"Care to make a gentlemanly wager?" Rebecca says to Shaun, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Lucy's vicious. She'll destroy him."

"I dunno, Des is pretty quick." They watch from the shade of a building as Lucy nearly pushes Desmond off a roof. Rebecca cackles and leans into Shaun's shoulder. She stays there.