Really short, I know. Filler. Next one is the good one. Had to cut it because it was getting too long.
--Meggie
Anya had really tried to get to sleep. Really, she had. It was a welcome idea, after 36-plus hours awake. It wasn't even the coffee that was keeping her awake... it was Marcus.
It was so strange. Earlier he had asked her what room she was in.
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"524," She assumed he was going to walk her there.
Marcus grunted, looking at the key attatched to his dog tags.
"Really." He gave her his normal, blank look. "Mine's 525. Dom's got 526."
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It was so strange. Even though the thought bothered her, Anya needed sleep, and thinking about that alone definetly would not have kept her awake. No, it really was Marcus. She could hear him tossing and turning in the next room, smacking the wall with his elbows or fists or something. He'd been doing that for maybe an hour. Every now and then she'd hear a yell or a growl... the walls that separated the rooms were partitions, not actual walls, so sound travelled easily.
She had dosed through it for a little while, but now she began to get worried. Maybe it was just a nightmare. He was a soldier, it was bound to happen; hell, even she had them about what she saw through JACK. He had been right up next to the action, firing the guns and feeling the blood run down his armor.
Or maybe there were locust in there, strangling him.
If anything, she decided she had to go check on him, whether it be to make sure he was okay or just get herself some rest. And God, she despreately needed rest.