ext_100473 ([identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-03-04 08:56 pm
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The beach, just before 7:00

It had been a very quiet walk to the beach. Isabel had held onto Greg's hand tightly as he set her bag down on the sand.
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[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Greg wasn't planning on letting go of that hand until he had to. "So now do we just...wait?" he asked softly.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"If this works the way I think it will? Yeah." She looked out over the water. "I'm going to miss this."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to miss you," Greg said, because he wouldn't have enough opportunities to say it.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll miss you to." Isabel tugged him closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You're going to be a good leader, though," he admitted, and that was as close as he was planning on getting to saying that it was okay for her to go.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Max is the king. Sam says my job is to thwap him when he needs it," she said with a not so happy laugh. "It's not a bad job."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You're good at thwapping," Greg told the sand.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I never thwapped you. Much." She tried for light and amused but her voice cracking was a good sign she was anything but.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"No, but the threat was always there," he mumbled. "You'll do great."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever Isabel was going to say next was forgotten when a light flashed and a portal opened up, showering light down onto the sand.

"I guess it's time."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Greg nodded, swallowing hard. "Unless you miss it? Oops?"

It was worth a shot.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"They're waiting for me. I can't."

Isabel smiled sadly, then kissed him for the last time.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Greg pulled her closer.

This had to be a good kiss, damn it.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
It was a perfect kiss, except it was too short.

All too aware of the light playing on the sand, Isabel pulled away. "I love you."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I love you, too," Greg whispered, not really trusting his voice.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel didn't trust her own voice, so she touched his cheek, picked up her bag and walked into the light.

It flashed out and she was gone.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Greg stood there for a second before picking up a small rock and throwing it at the air where the portal had been.

It hit the water with a splash, and Greg turned to walk back to his dorm, studying his feet the whole way.
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