Not Quite OOM

[theresnodoor]

It's about space and time.

And how neither pass, when you spend your days in Milliways.

And nights.

And mornings.

And evenings.



Rachel copes. She doesn't live, she doesn't thrive. She just copes. Gymnastics and magazines and people who pass in and out of the door. The occasional trip to the Labyrinth - with company - and the effort she goes to in order to make sure no one notices just how often she walks into it herself.

Sleeping in a bed with a hawk perched nearby, pretending she can't feel the way he watches her.

Pretending she has nothing to hide from him, not anymore.



But today?

Today Rachel is swimming in the lake. It's a good day for it. Nice and sunny, even outside the Caribbean beach. The water is cool but it's easy to get used to. And Bar even gave her a nice one piece.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph smirks at her, just a little. "I know."

In a few ways. She will be. She was. She ... will be.

"When I can move properly again, I'm gonna make sure you know how to jump that balcony."

It's important.

[theresnodoor]

She lifts an eyebrow, then glances back at the building, the balconies.

And grins.

"You want me to do it now?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"No," Steph complains, but she's grinning. "I'd be sickeningly jealous."

[theresnodoor]

"I have that effect on people."

[alwaysroomforhope]

It's funny because they both know how much they've got to not make people jealous about, too. Steph's grin is genuinely friendly. "Fine, then. C'mon up, I'll show you the best runup."

[theresnodoor]

"You're going to blame it on practice time when I beat you later, aren't you?" Rachel accuses, grinning as she gets to her feet. "You'll be all healed, perfectly fine, and whining that I only won because I had more time to practice. Well, I'm onto you."