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NSFW Feb. 12th, 2007 03:46 pm[personal profile] scrmifthishurts
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Time doesn’t always stand still when you want it to. Instead, it keeps going. Which is exactly what she found out when she walked through that door at Milliways and ended up back home. It’s also in the reaction people have when you walk in the door.

“Whistler, where the hell have you been?”

His voice startled her and made her jump slightly. Where had she been? Great, she really didn’t want to answer that. But at the same time if she didn’t answer it he’d get worried. Or upset or… well, there’s a million things that would happen.

“Hey, Whistler, I asked you where you’ve been.”

Right… he’d been talking to her this whole time. She’d known that. She’d been paying attention… really. “Just out and about, King. There was a note you know.” Because she remembered that she’d left one before heading out that day.

“For a few months?” King questions.

“There was just things that I had to do.” Abby states before walking over to where the weapons were held and started rummaging through them. She could feel King’s eyes on her as a quiver of arrows was pulled out and a few boxes of copper explosive tips laid out beside the quiver.

“You act like you’re going to war, Whistler. What’s going on?”

Genuine concern… she could hear it in his voice. Great, just fuckin’… “Just helping a friend, King.” It wasn’t a lie. What she was doing was for a friend. “And you can’t help.”

“Why the fuck not?”

A demand. She expected that much. Really she did. “Because this friend doesn’t know you. And I know him. And before you open your mouth, I’ll be safe.” She heard him walk away… heard him shout who knows what. “Sorry.” It was whispered under her breath even as she pulled out a few more weapons. “These will all get put to good use.”

Getting up she grabbed a bag and threw the quiver… the bow and the arrows with the copper explosive tipped heads and extra arrows and explosive copper head tips. With a sigh she heads out only to end up back where she’d started.

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