Hitting the bottom
Dec. 3rd, 2009 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_time_slipooc: set a day or two after this
The person holding her waist was old and greasy and clearly did not have the best of intentions with the nearly unconscious woman that he held with one arm. She mumbled something to him, alcohol clouding her mind to who she was with.
When the man was suddenly pushed away, and she was dragged into her room, Janie protested. Who was this interrupting her night? Right before passing out on the floor she could tell something was going on in the hallway.
Sometime later she woke up in the same spot on the floor. Phoenix walked in, broody as usual and barely able to look at her.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, finally, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Wheres Giovan?" Janie asked, though somewhere she knew that the old man from the night before wasn't anyone she cared a thing about. "Dammit, tell-" Her arm throbbed, and she knew there would be a bruise-it was most likely the first of several. He'd ask about that and she didn't want to answer.
Janie peeled herself off the floor and looked around for something to do that wasn't acknowledging her friend- something bottle shaped and filled with alcohol.
The room was clean of it, even the secret stashes that no one was supposed to know about.
"Janie-" Phoenix started, only to be interrupted by curses and various items from the room being thrown at him. "Janie, calm down!"
She didn't for several minutes, then collapsed against her friend, eventually crying. He didn't seem to mind the time that passed as he waited. She slept, he stayed with her. When she started fighting with him again, he stayed.
Finally the worst of it was over and she was able to talk.
---
"There was a mission." She began, wishing that she was under the hot shower again and washing away everything that happened over the past several days.
It would have been easy to lie and say that she'd been to drunk to realize what she had done. Her friend would know it was a lie, however.
"It went wrong, and the entire field crew was lost... some had families, they were friends, we worked together." The Alpha team worked together for twenty years on the most difficult missions offered and the loss of so many team members was a blow to the entire agency.
"Giovan was the lead and when he saw I was alive - I know it's against the rules, Phoenix. Both of us knew. I felt so alone, and he was there... Before I took my vacation time I found out what he'd done. Giovan sold us out. All of us. There's no proof, nothing to link him to it, then I get here and the mess with the timelines that I caused."
She trailed off for a bit, trying to push the memories aside when a thought of the previous night came to mind. For the past several nights, she'd been avoiding anyone close enough to know something was wrong- avoiding them in case they could tell what she did.
And there was that memory again, the disgusting memory of what she'd done for that greaseball who picked her up at the club. Before anything else was said the thought made her sick enough to rush off to the bathroom.
"Some friend I am." Janie said to herself after recovering from the incident. It felt better, telling someone about Giovan. 'Friend' was the key word, she realized. People had been saying it for weeks, that she didn't have to be alone.
Her spirits lifted a little now that she realized that.
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ashes_ascended used with love and permission))
The person holding her waist was old and greasy and clearly did not have the best of intentions with the nearly unconscious woman that he held with one arm. She mumbled something to him, alcohol clouding her mind to who she was with.
When the man was suddenly pushed away, and she was dragged into her room, Janie protested. Who was this interrupting her night? Right before passing out on the floor she could tell something was going on in the hallway.
Sometime later she woke up in the same spot on the floor. Phoenix walked in, broody as usual and barely able to look at her.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, finally, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Wheres Giovan?" Janie asked, though somewhere she knew that the old man from the night before wasn't anyone she cared a thing about. "Dammit, tell-" Her arm throbbed, and she knew there would be a bruise-it was most likely the first of several. He'd ask about that and she didn't want to answer.
Janie peeled herself off the floor and looked around for something to do that wasn't acknowledging her friend- something bottle shaped and filled with alcohol.
The room was clean of it, even the secret stashes that no one was supposed to know about.
"Janie-" Phoenix started, only to be interrupted by curses and various items from the room being thrown at him. "Janie, calm down!"
She didn't for several minutes, then collapsed against her friend, eventually crying. He didn't seem to mind the time that passed as he waited. She slept, he stayed with her. When she started fighting with him again, he stayed.
Finally the worst of it was over and she was able to talk.
---
"There was a mission." She began, wishing that she was under the hot shower again and washing away everything that happened over the past several days.
It would have been easy to lie and say that she'd been to drunk to realize what she had done. Her friend would know it was a lie, however.
"It went wrong, and the entire field crew was lost... some had families, they were friends, we worked together." The Alpha team worked together for twenty years on the most difficult missions offered and the loss of so many team members was a blow to the entire agency.
"Giovan was the lead and when he saw I was alive - I know it's against the rules, Phoenix. Both of us knew. I felt so alone, and he was there... Before I took my vacation time I found out what he'd done. Giovan sold us out. All of us. There's no proof, nothing to link him to it, then I get here and the mess with the timelines that I caused."
She trailed off for a bit, trying to push the memories aside when a thought of the previous night came to mind. For the past several nights, she'd been avoiding anyone close enough to know something was wrong- avoiding them in case they could tell what she did.
And there was that memory again, the disgusting memory of what she'd done for that greaseball who picked her up at the club. Before anything else was said the thought made her sick enough to rush off to the bathroom.
"Some friend I am." Janie said to herself after recovering from the incident. It felt better, telling someone about Giovan. 'Friend' was the key word, she realized. People had been saying it for weeks, that she didn't have to be alone.
Her spirits lifted a little now that she realized that.
((ooc:
ashes_ascended used with love and permission))