Jeimu/Sal's Reality (and Jeimu's Consciousness), KSC, Florida, Ludicrous O'Clock in the Morning

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Four weeks of nothing but torrential rain had hit Florida.

As such, Endeavour wasn't going anywhere. And Jeimu was stuck. She hadn't planned on her six month sojourn being preceded by a four-week quarantine.

The quarantine was long enough for separation anxiety to seep in.

She missed Newfoundland.

She missed him.

Laying on her back in the too-hard bed, Jeimu closed her eyes and concentrated. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't do this - that she wouldn't reach out to him while she was gone.

She couldn't help it though.



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The landscape that her mind created was a woodland vista with a large clearing. The air was warm and the sky was blue. Birds twittered somewhere in the distance.

She was sitting under a tree, looking around at what she'd managed to do. It even impressed her.

A sigh escapes her lips as she looks down at the ground, speaking with a voice that was uncharacteristically quiet and meek sounding.

"I've missed you," she whispers to a presence she feels almost instantaneously.

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He looks around, then stretches and scratches his bare chest before looking down and contemplating his pyjamas for a moment.

"Y'know what time it is?" His voice is soft and full of love despite the words.

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"It's 3:35 in the morning," she says, finally looking up at him and smiling. "But you're still asleep."

She pats the grassy ground beside her and smiles widely. "Sit down?" she asks, the tentative tone of voice still there.

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He folds himself down next to her with near-boneless seeming grace.

"Jes' got ta sleep, ye means," he says, putting an arm around her. "Ben bar crawlin' with Sam 'n Leeroy most the night."

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He chuckles and hugs her closer. "Hey, I got free drinks t'night fer the haircut."

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"I told you it'd get you places," she said with a grin.

"So how are you feeling? About all this, I mean?"

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"Well, ye could'a used a little less pink in the sunset, b'y."

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"Can't you feel that?" he whispers, looking into her eyes as his heart swells with his own tears.

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"What?" She honestly can't feel anything beyond the hammering of her own pulse. "What's going on?

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"I kin feel ever'thin' you're feelin'."

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He pokes her in the side, then yelps and kinks sideways as he feels it himself.

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"Hah!" She squirms out of the way, landing on her back and giggling almost hysterically. "You totally deserved that."

She doesn't know why she's feeling so insane right now. Perhaps she's relieved. All she knows is that for some reason this entire situation is hilarious.

Such is being inside the mind: nothing needs to make sense.

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"'N you deserve this!" He wipped up her shirt and blew a massive poot on her belly, laughing as he feels it and it doesn't affect him.

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"'N sloshed outta my skull t' boot, but you'll still be beautiful in the mornin'." He grinned.

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"And the truth comes out," Jeimu said, returning his grin. "It's okay, though, you'll still be a jerk in the morning."

She elbowed him and grinned. "But you're the jerk I fell in love with so I guess I'm stuck."

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He touches her face gently, his eyes tender. -Yer my everything.-

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His only reply was to hold her close and bomb her with his feelings for her. And a good wack if his inebriation.

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"You know, I can feel your hangover coming already," she said with a grin, letting herself relax in his arms and simply feel the rush of feelings.

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"Nah, I don't get hungover." He grins back and continues to bomb her, feeling her feelings coming back at him. "Would ye believe Sam got tipsy on two beers 'n a Malibu highball?"

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He makes a little snuggling motion that results in her laying with her head on his chest as he lays on his back, and she can feel his contentment at feeling her in his arms again; his feeling more whole than he had in what seemed like a very long time. "If ye shaves it I'll cry."

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"My hair?" she asks with a snort. "Well, it'll grow back by the time I get home..."

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"But it's so pretty," he says mourfully. She can feel his conviction that she'll do just what she wants regardless of his words.

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"I's got ears. I hear what the other girls always said 'bout me 'n Leeroy. We ain't no Hugh whatsisname."

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"Sure." She winds her arms around his neck, touching her lips to his again. "But when on earth have I ever been other girls?"

She pauses. "Even Leeroy's attractive. In his own very unique and very special way." And then she laughs, remembering all the times she'd loudly declared that Leeroy belonged on the short bus.

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He just grins at her slightly, his dark eyes adoring as sleep tries to assert claim to him.

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She smiles at him and takes his hand in hers. "Go to sleep," she whispers, kissing him softly on the lips as he drifts off. "I love you."

It was time for her to leave. Time for the illusion to vanish.

She stayed in his arms, letting the world she'd made fade away.

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She sits up with a gasp as the alarm wakes her up.

Yvonne, the commander of her mission, pokes her head into the room.

"We're go," she says, a wide grin on her face. "Weather's cleared. 7 AM tomorrow."

Jeimu grinned, wondering if Sal and the gang would be on their way.

Come on guys, get in that van...