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randomplaces2006-10-15 10:44 pm
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Jeimu/Sal's Reality (and Jeimu's Consciousness), KSC, Florida, Ludicrous O'Clock in the Morning
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.
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.
**
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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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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"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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She leaned back against his chest, hearing his heartbeat, and plucked at the plaid pants he was wearing. "I pegged you as a stripe guy," she says with another smile.
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She turns around and kisses the tip of his nose before settling back down. "I just - well, I needed to -" She stops speaking and looks down at the ground, blushing.
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And I do a horrible job in the way of showing it, she mused, momentarily forgetting that in a place like this, thoughts cease to be private.