OOC: Sorry, didn't get home until VERY late last night, and work is nuts. So this is shorter than I'd like. More later if/when I get time.
"Let go of me!" Mary Jane shrieked and struggled against her captors, but it was useless as hands grabbed her and dragged her into the trees, seemingly uncaring that she was nine months pregnant. "Help! May!"
May launched off a branch into the trees after them, but the darkness seemed to swallow her, distorting and twisting and making it impossible to see where they had gone. She could still hear her mother screaming, but it came from all around her. When she finally landed in the next open clearing, the screams had stopped. There were no tracks, no trails, no markers to indicate where she was or where they'd gone.
"Where is she?" She turned, and suddenly her father was there, staring at her in horror. "Why didn't you stop them?"
"I--I--" May stammered.
"How could you? I didn't let you wear the costume so you could screw up like this!"
"Dad, please--" /Wait a second, that doesn't sound right.../
May opened her eyes and found herself staring at Chris, who was sleeping against a tree and oblivious to her thrashing in her sleep. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. She didn't remember dozing off, but it can't have been long since Molly was nudging Jon awake for the next shift. Since she'd volunteered for third watch, that meant she had another hour. Unless she'd slept through several rotations. Which would figure, given her track record so far.
Scott was sitting by the Doctor, who was still out for the count. May sighed. She knew, logically, that she could not have stopped the projectile with her hands full, and she couldn't have predicted what was going to happen, but she still felt bad about it.
She spotted Sam then, sitting a bit apart from the others and intently focused on his carving. Dean was probably on his way back for the changing of the guard. She wondered if Dean had gotten the chance to tell Sam about her yet.
He looked pretty focused on what he was doing, but he was still up, neither of them were on watch and there was at least a chance of a semi-private conversation now. "Hey," she greeted quietly. "Got a sec?"
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[Mayday] Sanity? What sanity? (tag Sam, Dean if he wanders over, open)
Date: 2006-08-10 05:36 pm (UTC)"Let go of me!" Mary Jane shrieked and struggled against her captors, but it was useless as hands grabbed her and dragged her into the trees, seemingly uncaring that she was nine months pregnant. "Help! May!"
May launched off a branch into the trees after them, but the darkness seemed to swallow her, distorting and twisting and making it impossible to see where they had gone. She could still hear her mother screaming, but it came from all around her. When she finally landed in the next open clearing, the screams had stopped. There were no tracks, no trails, no markers to indicate where she was or where they'd gone.
"Where is she?" She turned, and suddenly her father was there, staring at her in horror. "Why didn't you stop them?"
"I--I--" May stammered.
"How could you? I didn't let you wear the costume so you could screw up like this!"
"Dad, please--" /Wait a second, that doesn't sound right.../
May opened her eyes and found herself staring at Chris, who was sleeping against a tree and oblivious to her thrashing in her sleep. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. She didn't remember dozing off, but it can't have been long since Molly was nudging Jon awake for the next shift. Since she'd volunteered for third watch, that meant she had another hour. Unless she'd slept through several rotations. Which would figure, given her track record so far.
Scott was sitting by the Doctor, who was still out for the count. May sighed. She knew, logically, that she could not have stopped the projectile with her hands full, and she couldn't have predicted what was going to happen, but she still felt bad about it.
She spotted Sam then, sitting a bit apart from the others and intently focused on his carving. Dean was probably on his way back for the changing of the guard. She wondered if Dean had gotten the chance to tell Sam about her yet.
He looked pretty focused on what he was doing, but he was still up, neither of them were on watch and there was at least a chance of a semi-private conversation now. "Hey," she greeted quietly. "Got a sec?"