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fandomhighdorms2005-11-15 09:15 am
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South Attic: Early Tuesday morning
Beka woke early from another night of troubled dreams about slaying Bel. After almost a week of this, she knew better than to try to go back to sleep. The dreams would be worse, more violent, more awful.
She checked her chrono. Way too fucking early. "Fuck." Growling at the universe, she slid out of bed. Restless, she thought about calling Bel to come play with her in the gym. But she wouldn't drag him out of bed with Phoebe for adrenaline-soaked nightmares.She might go join them in bed, but that was different.
Alone again, then, unless she felt like waking Buffy for some slayer-training. Wilson would probably frown on that. Her ribs were fine, but he'd said ten days. So she'd lift weights instead.
Some time later, she returned from the gym sweat-soaked, pleasantly tired, and feeling much better. She showered, then flipped on the radio to see what sorts of new slanders the media had come up with for the day. It seemed an unusually quiet newsday. No sex scandals. No thefts, which disappointed her. A good high-profile heist would've been something fun to contemplate.Maybe she'd see if Amanda and Chi were up to a little something...
She'd just reached over to turn it off when she heard the words "New evidence has arrived in the case of Katherine Pryde". Huh. Well that was good news...
Hot anger, and even hotter tears welled up. She forced them down. Think. They said he was a suspect. Not that they were sure.
No. Killer, yes. Stupid, no. He'd know better than to kill someone in Fandom. And he'd liked Kitty.
But there was evidence... And he had seemed upset and distracted when he'd told her about it.
Fuck. Fuck. Even if he hadn't done it, 3/4s of the school would be howling for his hide.
Oh fuck me. Bel. Angelus. Bel. Beka. Angelus. JA. Just fucking lovely.
She did the first thing that came to mind. Called Bel. He'd help her sort this out.And protect her.
She checked her chrono. Way too fucking early. "Fuck." Growling at the universe, she slid out of bed. Restless, she thought about calling Bel to come play with her in the gym. But she wouldn't drag him out of bed with Phoebe for adrenaline-soaked nightmares.
Alone again, then, unless she felt like waking Buffy for some slayer-training. Wilson would probably frown on that. Her ribs were fine, but he'd said ten days. So she'd lift weights instead.
Some time later, she returned from the gym sweat-soaked, pleasantly tired, and feeling much better. She showered, then flipped on the radio to see what sorts of new slanders the media had come up with for the day. It seemed an unusually quiet newsday. No sex scandals. No thefts, which disappointed her. A good high-profile heist would've been something fun to contemplate.
She'd just reached over to turn it off when she heard the words "New evidence has arrived in the case of Katherine Pryde". Huh. Well that was good news...
Hot anger, and even hotter tears welled up. She forced them down. Think. They said he was a suspect. Not that they were sure.
No. Killer, yes. Stupid, no. He'd know better than to kill someone in Fandom. And he'd liked Kitty.
But there was evidence... And he had seemed upset and distracted when he'd told her about it.
Fuck. Fuck. Even if he hadn't done it, 3/4s of the school would be howling for his hide.
Oh fuck me. Bel. Angelus. Bel. Beka. Angelus. JA. Just fucking lovely.
She did the first thing that came to mind. Called Bel. He'd help her sort this out.
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Thanks, doll. Beka will be around at some point after she and Bel settle just how involved she's going to be in this.