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The Tardis - Late Monday evening... [locked to prof_cregg and

After what had gone down at Mr. Phale's shop, Shane found herself walking and staring at her feet and not really knowing or caring where she was. Her sneakers scuffed along pavement until they found grass and she was in the park. Hearing a duck let out an indignant quack, she did an immediate about-face and started walking in the opposite direction as she spotted Crowley sitting on the bench, terrorizing the ducks.

He was the last person... demon... guy thing... whatever... she wanted to speak to right now. But she still needed somewhere to go.

The TARDIS was hidden in the shadows of the trees, but it was a beacon of light unto itself. Stepping up to the door, she knocked once, stuffing her hands into her pockets and resisting the urge to hammer frantically on the door.

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[HEaring the knock, so late at night, she gets up from watching ~~infomercials with Ten's credit card OMG~~ the late late movie and opens the door]

Shane, baby...what's the matter? Come in.

"I ... I just -- I didn't know where to go, so I came here," Shane whispers as she steps inside. "Did I ... d-did I wake you up?"

God, no. I had a long nap today and I'm up for a while more. I was watching Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park on ~~interdimensional cable~~ tv. What's the matter, hon? You look totally shaken.

[She takes her by the hand and leads her in to the couch. She mutes the tv and flips on the side table lamp]

Spill.

Taking a seat on the couch, Shane's expression is deeply troubled, eyes stormy and faintly red-rimmed. She lets out a noiseless sigh as she stares at the carpet, hands clasped together between her knees.

"Tara kissed me," she says in a hushed voice.

Tara...Tara Maclay? Kissed you? Why? I mean, how? I mean...what? [She looks utterly confused and deeply concerned]

"I don't know," Shane murmurs, sounding just as exhausted as she had that night at the bonfire party on the beach. "I... I went for a walk... and... I saw Mr. Phale's light was on. I -- I just wanted to say hi, that's all I went in there for, but... Tara was there and... I..."

She trails off and reaches up, rubbing at her eyes. "I guess I must have walked in on something. Mr. Phale was there... with Crowley and... I told them I'd leave if I was bothering them." Lowering her hand, she licks her lips, eyes still fixed on the carpet. "Tara... came and stood next to me and... I don't know what happened... I just -- I don't... I don't know. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss her and she was kissing me and I didn't want her to stop."

Oh, no. Shane...oh no honey. You wanted to, so that's ok...but what about Kate? I mean, did you guys break up? Because if not...oh dear. [She leans in and wraps Shane in a tight hug]

"No..." Shane says very softly, shaking her head. "Kate -- Kate and I are..." No, not fine. Not anymore. "We didn't break up." Not yet.

"I just... I was talking with Geoff today," she says, her voice hoarse in her throat. "I told him about -- about Tara ... not who it was, but just that somebody I knew had... y'know feelings... for me. He asked me if it made any difference... knowing how Tara felt. If it made me feel any different about her. I t -- I told him ... 'I'm in love with Kate, I'd never do -- anything to hurt her' ..."

[She sighs heavily, thinking about how much she just wanted Adam to touch her on Wednesday...sleeping in his bed today...never wanting to hurt Ten ever.]

I get that, baby. More than you know. It's nice when people like you. It makes you feel...special. But there are responsibilities that come with commitment. I'm going out on a limb and guessing you and Kate don't have an open relationship.

But if she kissed you, hon, you didn't do anyting to hurt her. Even if you liked it. You didn't go out looking for it. Did you? Tell me you didn't go looking for Tara

"I know that," Shane says, her voice a little stronger than it was a moment before. "I know there are responsibilities. I haven't -- not once since Kate and I got together... not once... I wouldn't do that..."

Shaking her head, her eyes remain fixed on the carpet. "I didn't know Tara was there. I didn't even know she knew them," she murmurs. "Not until I walked in the shop and found her there. I guess she was... talking with them... something..."

It's ok, sweetie. It's one of those things that happens. I mean, it's just. Well, shit Shane, I can't believe more people don't try to kiss you , honestly. But that's neither here nor there tonight. You're staying here. End of discussion on that matter. Let's go get some water on your eyes and I'll find you something to sleep in. Deep breaths. It'll be...different in the morning.

Shane would argue but she knows that, deep down, if she hadn't wanted to be taken in, taken care of, she would have just gone back to her own place. Taking a deep breath, she lets it out in an uneasy sigh. "Okay," she says quietly. "Thanks."

[She leads her back through the corridors to the extra room. THe bathroom is two doors down...Shane knows that, no need to tell her. She opens a drawer and pulls out an oversized tshirt and hands it to her]

Baby, go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and changed. I'll get the bed ready, then we can talk til you fall asleep, ok?

"Kay," Shane says, offering her a half-hearted smile that wants to be so much more as she takes the t-shirt and heads off to the bathroom to change.

There are just entirely too many thoughts rattling around inside her skull that she's just too tired to think about right now. So she focuses on the simplest things. The immediate things. Finding the bathroom. Opening the door. Going in and closing it behind her. Undressing and changing into the t-shirt CJ has loaned her.

Folding her clothes and gathering them up in her arms along with her sneakers and socks, she pads back into the bedroom, placing her neatly folded and stacked belongings on a chair.

[There is a knock on the door, and a slightly sleepy voice comes through it.] CJ? Shane? Did you want some tea?

Ten, yes. Tea would be really good.

[She has turned the bed down and fluffed the pillows. Her own jeans are off, and ~~Adam's~~ her shirt hangs halfway down her thighs]

Climb in, sweetie. I'll tuck you in and Ten will get us some tea. Ok?

"Thanks," she says, offering her a small, appreciative smile. Crawling up into the bed, she remains sitting up for a moment, looking over towards the slightly cracked door sheepishly. "Thanks, Ten... I'm... I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Pish, Shane. You know the door's always open. [His voice is still a bit groggy, but improving as he calls down the hallway from the kitchen.] How do you like yours?

"Just -- just lemon? Please?" She calls after him hesitantly as she scrubs her hand over her still slightly damp face.

He'll do that. Now, get comfy. Talk to me. About whatever. [She pets Shane's hair and smiles gently]

Settling back into the pillows, Shane takes a deep, shaky breath, tears glistening in her eyes. It takes her several moments, but she finally wills them back as she stares at the ceiling.

"I, uhh... I ordered ... some stuff to build a skateboard with," she murmurs, sniffling softly. "Parts."

You skate?

Nodding, Shane clears her throat, trying to swallow around the stubborn knot in it. "Yeah, I uhh... I surf, too," she murmurs. "I... kinda had to leave everything when I left California to come here."

[The Doctor returns with tea, three large mugs full. It seems like a tea night. He hands Shane hers first, then CJ.] Did you two want me to go so you can talk? [No hurt in his voice, just concern.]

"Thanks," Shane says, offering him a tiny smile as she takes her mug and takes a small sip from it. "We... kinda talked already. A little." She takes another longer drink from her mug, the hot tea soothing her throat.

I don't wanna talk anymore... I don't want things to be different in the morning... I just want things to be okay...I just want everything to be okay...

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