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h_hollisterAfter her chat with Severus and Dez earlier, Hips gets out her hanging bag. She hasn't used it in weeks, due to drama and running away and all that.
And it feels good.
It hurts, too. She's let things slide. So muscles protest at the punches being thrown, but she works through it.
She's worked too hard to let herself go, now.
The walkman that Perry gave her for Christmas is in use, with upbeat, powerful, happy music blaring in her ears.
Each punch is tension released, a worry let go of. Personal. Not the same as important.
Jerusalem? Not personal. Not really important, either. Just a job.
Severus? Getting steadily better, and that's what's important.
Rimmer? Personal. Not important.
Wade? Personal. Not important.
Thunder? Personal. Deeply so. Not important. Not to anybody else but her. And she knows that eventually this open ended THING between them will be resolved, one way or the other. Preferably with both of them ending up happy.
She's sweating, now, and her breathing rate is high and deep.
Each punch is a little bit of fear gone.
And it feels good.
It hurts, too. She's let things slide. So muscles protest at the punches being thrown, but she works through it.
She's worked too hard to let herself go, now.
The walkman that Perry gave her for Christmas is in use, with upbeat, powerful, happy music blaring in her ears.
Each punch is tension released, a worry let go of. Personal. Not the same as important.
Jerusalem? Not personal. Not really important, either. Just a job.
Severus? Getting steadily better, and that's what's important.
Rimmer? Personal. Not important.
Wade? Personal. Not important.
Thunder? Personal. Deeply so. Not important. Not to anybody else but her. And she knows that eventually this open ended THING between them will be resolved, one way or the other. Preferably with both of them ending up happy.
She's sweating, now, and her breathing rate is high and deep.
Each punch is a little bit of fear gone.
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Date: 2005-12-29 09:43 am (UTC)"You're welcome. I'll be here," she whispers at his retreating back.
She closes the door behind her, sits down on her bed, closes her eyes, trying to find her calm again... Then changes her mind.
Her eyes fly open and she flings her door open and runs out after him.