September 27, 2005, 730 AM, Paris, France
Seven-thirty the next morning, Asher made a conscious decision to skip her day's classes. With that settled, she fell into sleep again.
Eight-thirty the next morning, she felt someone lightly poking her arm, and she awoke to find Richie leaning over her. Something in his eyes broke her heart, and she reached her arms upwards to coil around his neck. He drew her close, falling asleep to the rhythm of the other's heart.
Ten-forty five both awoke for the day. But neither left their bed. They simply hung on, everything hitting the full-shock. Even Immortals weren't safe. Even Immortals as good as Mac weren't safe.
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It was already after noon when they finally did rise, and only then because Havyn called the apartment, asking when she needed to be in for work. "Uh, I've made an executive decision to close the bar today, Hav. Get some rest."
Asher boiled the water for coffee. With yesterday's events, they hadn't gone food shopping like they had planned, and instant was currently all they had. Richie didn't even think to complain. They drank the black liquid in silence.
Two in the afternoon, the phone rang again. But neither bothered to answer it. The machine did. It wasn't Methos. It was Darcy, and Mike.
"Hey, guys. Coming into Paris in three days times. Can we bring anything? Don't worry, we'll get a hotel room this time. We, uh, heard the news, on the news. BBC. We're sorry. Let us know if you need anything."
Neither Richie nor Asher looked up, nor did they comment.
Half hour later, the phone rang again, and again they followed same procedure.
"Hello, Richard, Asher. We just received a call from Adam. Poor dear. How are you two holding up? Do give us a call. Kisses."
"Guess he told Amanda and Nick," Richie said numbly. "Now, we won't have to."
"We'll have to call them back later."
"Later, indeed," Richie agreed.
They lapsed again into silence.
Seven-thirty the next morning, Asher made a conscious decision to skip her day's classes. With that settled, she fell into sleep again.
Eight-thirty the next morning, she felt someone lightly poking her arm, and she awoke to find Richie leaning over her. Something in his eyes broke her heart, and she reached her arms upwards to coil around his neck. He drew her close, falling asleep to the rhythm of the other's heart.
Ten-forty five both awoke for the day. But neither left their bed. They simply hung on, everything hitting the full-shock. Even Immortals weren't safe. Even Immortals as good as Mac weren't safe.
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It was already after noon when they finally did rise, and only then because Havyn called the apartment, asking when she needed to be in for work. "Uh, I've made an executive decision to close the bar today, Hav. Get some rest."
Asher boiled the water for coffee. With yesterday's events, they hadn't gone food shopping like they had planned, and instant was currently all they had. Richie didn't even think to complain. They drank the black liquid in silence.
Two in the afternoon, the phone rang again. But neither bothered to answer it. The machine did. It wasn't Methos. It was Darcy, and Mike.
"Hey, guys. Coming into Paris in three days times. Can we bring anything? Don't worry, we'll get a hotel room this time. We, uh, heard the news, on the news. BBC. We're sorry. Let us know if you need anything."
Neither Richie nor Asher looked up, nor did they comment.
Half hour later, the phone rang again, and again they followed same procedure.
"Hello, Richard, Asher. We just received a call from Adam. Poor dear. How are you two holding up? Do give us a call. Kisses."
"Guess he told Amanda and Nick," Richie said numbly. "Now, we won't have to."
"We'll have to call them back later."
"Later, indeed," Richie agreed.
They lapsed again into silence.