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Title:Things we won't see in GONE II.
Author:Rodlox.
Summary:Speculation as to what probably won't happen during GONE II...but is based on clips from the previews.
Author's notes:I dawdled long enough...I'd better finish writing this & post it before the end of GONE II.
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I.
Location: 4400 Center's elevator.
POV:Shawn.
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The elevator door opens, and there she is.
Devon.
I take a deep breath, and I step inside. She doesn't move to one side, doesn't exit the elevator, doesn't even glance at me. Completely ignores me.
I deserved that. I know I did. She walked in on me and Isabelle in a deep embrace. Not as bad as it could've been, but the gasp of - shock? horror? disappointment? - was there all the same. That and the door slamming shut right after it.
Isabelle'd said she'd unlocked the door with her mind. I told her she shouldn't have done that...and my nose started bleeding, just like that, for a few seconds.
I left Isabelle there, tossed on a shirt to go with the pants I was wearing, and went out to find Devon.
Well, I found you now, Devon. But I haven't a clue what I'll say. I knew what to say when I was helping her out of the well of depressedness after that whole Cloe debacle. Both to her and to Jordan, I said so much against the way Jordan went after anyone in a skirt. I guess I made an impression on a healing Devon.
I guess Devon feels things stronger and deeper than most of the people I've known. Grow up, I tell myself; you knew Nikki, and you know Isabelle...neither of them are exactly emotional heavyweights.
The doors open once more, and Devon steps off, but she holds the door open once she's out. Just looks at me... Measuring me? Trying to decide if I'm worth it?
What exactly do I say, particularly when I don't know what she's thinking. Once again, Maia, I wish I had your talent.
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II.
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