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Title: Eclipse
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kellifer_fic
Rating: G
Category: Gilmore Girls, Rory/Dean.
Word Count: 577
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Summary: Amnesiaapocazombiefic.
She watches him sometimes, driving the truck. His forearms are nice, browned from the sun and strong. She’d heard once that fixating on little things was a sign that you liked someone.
I think I like you
But then again, maybe she already did.
000
He’s the only person she was able to find in town. She still has the bag of marshmallows in hand that she’d picked up in the market. I think I was going to make s’mores, she says by way of introduction, shaking the bag. It’s better than the alternative. Hi, I’m not sure who I am, do you know?
He has a nice face although he’s looking a little bewildered. He has a hammer in his own hand and she’s pretty sure that should concern her, but the measuring tape he has in the other makes it seem like it’s okay, looks normal. He’s got shaggy hair that he pushes off his forehead with the back of his hand, the one holding the tape.
“Who…?” he starts to ask and then shakes his head, squints down the street. “Where are all the people?”
“I don’t know how many there’s supposed to be,” she says, opening the marshmallows and sticking one in her mouth because she’d feel a little silly holding them otherwise. “Usually.”
“I…” He looks as lost as she feels. He’s got a young face under a scruff of facial hair. His mouth is wide and his nose makes her want to reach up and press a finger to it. “There’s got to be more than just us.”
000
They walk the perimeter of the town, in and out of houses. There’s coffee on stoves, sandwiches on plates, chairs pulled out.
No people.
After walking for an hour, they find a neat little place with photos of her on the fridge. “This is my house,” she says, tapping one of her with an Asian girl, both grinning like loons.
“Nice for you,” he says, face carefully neutral. “Anything familiar?”
“Not even me,” she sighs, looking at herself in the photos, looking at a stranger.
000
“You think we might forget to breathe?” she asks. They’re camped out under the stars and she moves her head so it’s resting against his shoulder. He touches her casually without really meaning to sometimes, looks surprised when he finds a hand at her elbow, fingers tucking hair behind her ear. Maybe we did this, she wants to say. Maybe we do this.
“Don’t be silly,” he says, dismissive of her fears. He has broad shoulders and she can’t span them with one arm. Your feet are the size of your arm, elbow to wrist she thinks and wonders why she can remember that and not her name.
He takes her reaching hand and brings it to his lips, presses to her fingertips and his warm exhale skips down the back of her hand and over her wrist. “I’m pretty sure I loved you, though,” he says almost matter-of-factly.
“Okay.”
000
They find people, wandering aimless, gathered around places of worship like they don’t know where else to go. Their faces are hollow, their eyes blank. They still if you touch them and start again once you let go like wind-up toys.
She thinks she sees a woman with her eyes, a little girl with his smile but she can’t be sure.
“Let’s leave before we remember,” she urges, tugging on his arm.
“Okay."
Author:
kellifer_fic Rating: G
Category: Gilmore Girls, Rory/Dean.
Word Count: 577
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Summary: Amnesiaapocazombiefic.
She watches him sometimes, driving the truck. His forearms are nice, browned from the sun and strong. She’d heard once that fixating on little things was a sign that you liked someone.
I think I like you
But then again, maybe she already did.
He’s the only person she was able to find in town. She still has the bag of marshmallows in hand that she’d picked up in the market. I think I was going to make s’mores, she says by way of introduction, shaking the bag. It’s better than the alternative. Hi, I’m not sure who I am, do you know?
He has a nice face although he’s looking a little bewildered. He has a hammer in his own hand and she’s pretty sure that should concern her, but the measuring tape he has in the other makes it seem like it’s okay, looks normal. He’s got shaggy hair that he pushes off his forehead with the back of his hand, the one holding the tape.
“Who…?” he starts to ask and then shakes his head, squints down the street. “Where are all the people?”
“I don’t know how many there’s supposed to be,” she says, opening the marshmallows and sticking one in her mouth because she’d feel a little silly holding them otherwise. “Usually.”
“I…” He looks as lost as she feels. He’s got a young face under a scruff of facial hair. His mouth is wide and his nose makes her want to reach up and press a finger to it. “There’s got to be more than just us.”
They walk the perimeter of the town, in and out of houses. There’s coffee on stoves, sandwiches on plates, chairs pulled out.
No people.
After walking for an hour, they find a neat little place with photos of her on the fridge. “This is my house,” she says, tapping one of her with an Asian girl, both grinning like loons.
“Nice for you,” he says, face carefully neutral. “Anything familiar?”
“Not even me,” she sighs, looking at herself in the photos, looking at a stranger.
“You think we might forget to breathe?” she asks. They’re camped out under the stars and she moves her head so it’s resting against his shoulder. He touches her casually without really meaning to sometimes, looks surprised when he finds a hand at her elbow, fingers tucking hair behind her ear. Maybe we did this, she wants to say. Maybe we do this.
“Don’t be silly,” he says, dismissive of her fears. He has broad shoulders and she can’t span them with one arm. Your feet are the size of your arm, elbow to wrist she thinks and wonders why she can remember that and not her name.
He takes her reaching hand and brings it to his lips, presses to her fingertips and his warm exhale skips down the back of her hand and over her wrist. “I’m pretty sure I loved you, though,” he says almost matter-of-factly.
“Okay.”
They find people, wandering aimless, gathered around places of worship like they don’t know where else to go. Their faces are hollow, their eyes blank. They still if you touch them and start again once you let go like wind-up toys.
She thinks she sees a woman with her eyes, a little girl with his smile but she can’t be sure.
“Let’s leave before we remember,” she urges, tugging on his arm.
“Okay."