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sncross_bigbang rough draft, moving me firmly to fourth level on the Big Bang OH GOD Anxiety Chart ("OH GOD my summary sucks and all the artists are going to point and laugh at me!" aka the Dodgeball Stage. For the record, my spn_j2_bigbang is still on level 2, "OH GOD, there's no way I'm finishing by deadline!")
I put my taxes in the mail (yes, I waited until today. Yes, I am that person.) And I was on time for my doctor's appointment (nothing serious.)
ADULTHOOD!
There, enough of that now.
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grasshopr_molly:
He held out his arm to let the nurse take his blood pressure and turned up the volume on the television. "...mysterious outbreak at the Serenity Valley Convalescent Home has authorities baffled tonight. A CDC representative has stated that victims died from diseases ranging from scarlet fever to syphilis despite hospital records indicating no instances of infection before....."
"Emily, have you heard about this?" He tried to make a point of remembering the nurses' names; the psychologist had told him that encountering different names might help him remember his own, even if he was getting used to responding to John. Emily was the day nurse, then Fatima came at night (she was better at drawing blood, although Emily was always so nice to him he would never mention it.) Reggie was the orderly and the doctor's last name was Clark, although she'd let him call her Melinda when he'd asked. She seemed to think he was a good sign that he could remember things like names, that his short term memory being unaffected improved the chances of the long term coming back.
"Make a fist, sweetie," she said, nodding when he followed the command. "And I did. Terrible thing. They're even saying it might be a terrorist attack."
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said, unwrapping the cuff from his arm and writing on his chart. "They say terrorism for everything nowadays."
He nodded again, sure she must be right about that, and focused back on the new report. "...are looking for help from the public identifying two victims who police are saying may actually be behind this attack. Anyone with information on these two men," and the screen filled with looping grainy security camera footage of two young men entering the home, "are encouraged to contact the authorities." Just before the screen looped around the shorter of the two looked directly into the camera, allowing a clear, split-second glimpse of the man's clenched jaw and narrowed green eyes.
John caught himself. The footage was black and white, he didn't understand why he'd assumed the man's eyes were green. "What happened to those two?" he asked, nodding at the screen.
The way Emily's eyes turned sad made him shiver. He didn't understand that either. "This is the last thing you should be filling your head with," she said, patting his shoulder.
"I like the news." The camera panned down the street of the doomed convalescent home in a wide sweep, showing makeshift memorials and parked cars, a red sports car and a maroon minivan and a long, black, older car parked at the end of the street....
...he leans his head back against the seat and breathes deep, taking in the scent of leather and sweat. He hears a soft chuckle and the weight on top of him shifts, lips nuzzling their way up the line of his jaw until he feels warm breath against his ear. "Told you I wouldn't let you die a virgin, Cas."
"John, sweetie, you feeling okay?"
The flash disappeared as quickly as it came. "I...yes," he said, staring down at his shaking hands. "I'm sorry. I think I'm tired today."
"You have a visitor," she said, her voice carefully casual as her worried eyes searched his face. "Do you think you feel up to that? We can always tell him to come back."
"Someone wants to see me?"
"Seems like. Now remember, the doctor said this might happen."
He nodded. "Yes. There were advertisements." It startled him how fast his heart was racing. "Someone knows who I am."
"Dr. Clark also said you shouldn't rush things."
"No. No, I'm fine. I want to see him."
She patted his shoulder again. "I'll send him in."
A few minutes later he looked up to see a tall, blond man standing in the doorway; the stranger was handsome but looked...unwell in a way that made John's skin crawl. "It is you," he said, relief clear in his voice. "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?"
"No," he replied honestly. "Who are you?"
"You really don't remember?" Something about that seemed to amuse him. "I'm your brother. Your older brother."
"You are?" John said, feeling his brow furrow.
"That's right. The nurses told me you don't even remember your name." When he shook his head the man said, "It's Castiel. That ring any bells?"
He frowned, turning the name over in his mind. For an instant that strange memory was almost close enough to touch, but then just like before it was gone. "That's a peculiar name," he said instead. "I think I prefer John."
"Very peculiar," he murmured, almost like a private joke. "Come on, Castiel. It's about time we went home. We have a lot to catch up on."
sncross_bigbang rough draft, moving me firmly to fourth level on the Big Bang OH GOD Anxiety Chart ("OH GOD my summary sucks and all the artists are going to point and laugh at me!" aka the Dodgeball Stage. For the record, my spn_j2_bigbang is still on level 2, "OH GOD, there's no way I'm finishing by deadline!")I put my taxes in the mail (yes, I waited until today. Yes, I am that person.) And I was on time for my doctor's appointment (nothing serious.)
ADULTHOOD!
There, enough of that now.
***
I am super behind on this meme. I'll answer everyone, promise.
For
grasshopr_molly: "Emily, have you heard about this?" He tried to make a point of remembering the nurses' names; the psychologist had told him that encountering different names might help him remember his own, even if he was getting used to responding to John. Emily was the day nurse, then Fatima came at night (she was better at drawing blood, although Emily was always so nice to him he would never mention it.) Reggie was the orderly and the doctor's last name was Clark, although she'd let him call her Melinda when he'd asked. She seemed to think he was a good sign that he could remember things like names, that his short term memory being unaffected improved the chances of the long term coming back.
"Make a fist, sweetie," she said, nodding when he followed the command. "And I did. Terrible thing. They're even saying it might be a terrorist attack."
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said, unwrapping the cuff from his arm and writing on his chart. "They say terrorism for everything nowadays."
He nodded again, sure she must be right about that, and focused back on the new report. "...are looking for help from the public identifying two victims who police are saying may actually be behind this attack. Anyone with information on these two men," and the screen filled with looping grainy security camera footage of two young men entering the home, "are encouraged to contact the authorities." Just before the screen looped around the shorter of the two looked directly into the camera, allowing a clear, split-second glimpse of the man's clenched jaw and narrowed green eyes.
John caught himself. The footage was black and white, he didn't understand why he'd assumed the man's eyes were green. "What happened to those two?" he asked, nodding at the screen.
The way Emily's eyes turned sad made him shiver. He didn't understand that either. "This is the last thing you should be filling your head with," she said, patting his shoulder.
"I like the news." The camera panned down the street of the doomed convalescent home in a wide sweep, showing makeshift memorials and parked cars, a red sports car and a maroon minivan and a long, black, older car parked at the end of the street....
...he leans his head back against the seat and breathes deep, taking in the scent of leather and sweat. He hears a soft chuckle and the weight on top of him shifts, lips nuzzling their way up the line of his jaw until he feels warm breath against his ear. "Told you I wouldn't let you die a virgin, Cas."
"John, sweetie, you feeling okay?"
The flash disappeared as quickly as it came. "I...yes," he said, staring down at his shaking hands. "I'm sorry. I think I'm tired today."
"You have a visitor," she said, her voice carefully casual as her worried eyes searched his face. "Do you think you feel up to that? We can always tell him to come back."
"Someone wants to see me?"
"Seems like. Now remember, the doctor said this might happen."
He nodded. "Yes. There were advertisements." It startled him how fast his heart was racing. "Someone knows who I am."
"Dr. Clark also said you shouldn't rush things."
"No. No, I'm fine. I want to see him."
She patted his shoulder again. "I'll send him in."
A few minutes later he looked up to see a tall, blond man standing in the doorway; the stranger was handsome but looked...unwell in a way that made John's skin crawl. "It is you," he said, relief clear in his voice. "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?"
"No," he replied honestly. "Who are you?"
"You really don't remember?" Something about that seemed to amuse him. "I'm your brother. Your older brother."
"You are?" John said, feeling his brow furrow.
"That's right. The nurses told me you don't even remember your name." When he shook his head the man said, "It's Castiel. That ring any bells?"
He frowned, turning the name over in his mind. For an instant that strange memory was almost close enough to touch, but then just like before it was gone. "That's a peculiar name," he said instead. "I think I prefer John."
"Very peculiar," he murmured, almost like a private joke. "Come on, Castiel. It's about time we went home. We have a lot to catch up on."
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