Author's Note: I know this is a short chapter and all but that's because it's a "transition chapter" and I just didn't want it to be connected to the next, but I think it does it's job so if ya likes let me knows.
Shalimar sashayed herself back into Sanctuary, small droplets of rain dripping down her coat to pool on the floor as she just barley escaped the sudden downpour. Wanting nothing more than curl herself into bed she began to make her way down the hall hoping no one would be awaken to interrupt her.
"Hey, Shal," Jesse's voice called to her from behind. She'd been so focused on going to her room to sleep she hadn't even noticed the molecular sitting at his computer no doubt working late tonight.
"Hey, Jess," she replied turning to look at the man and offer a quick smile.
"Where ya been?"
"Oh just ya know, out for a walk."
"In the rain?"
"I just waned to get some fresh air. Look I'm beat I'm gonna head to bed. See ya tomorrow," she informed forcing yet another smile before heading into her bedroom.
Unsure if he really thought nothing was up, Jesse turned back to his work, reminding himself the close watch he'd been keeping on his friend was for a good reason.
Shalimar dragged her feet back to her bedroom, the thoughts of her recent actions weighing her down with each step.
She opened her door, the coldness of the handle barely registering to her before shutting it behind her and falling down to the bed. It didn't even feel soft to her though she knew it was. It used to be, was when she was lying still and Emma was tending to one of her wounds. She'd have sworn then it was the softness thing she'd ever felt, that is, aside from the psionic herself.
She sighed, nothing was real to her anymore, nothing she saw or touched. It was all just moving pictures. She was standing still as it all passed in front of her, but she couldn't seem to reach out and grab it, seize it as her own. Nothing had form or meaning anymore. Emma was the one who'd shaped her world, even her destiny. Without her there to cushion her reality everything was slipping away faster than she could realize it was even gone. Nothing was within her reach anymore and she couldn't place one thing from another. God, how she hated the feeling.
But it would all be over soon, she reminded herself. It wouldn't be much longer now until she could sleep soundly again, feel her emotions, smell and taste the life that had been circling around her as her own once more. Finally, it would all soon be within reach. As much as it could be anyway.
An eerie smile came to her face, hardly human, hardly happy, rather satisfaction gracing her features. The look of a wild cat who'd just killed its prey and was looking to feed.