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[stilljustandrew]

(A few hours after this.)

The front door to Milliways opens on an early morning somewhere in the woods. Andrew Wells stumbles in, pale and shivering, a second jacket draped around his shoulders over the one he's already wearing; Sam Winchester is a few steps behind him, still outside. Andrew stops just inside the door to lean against the doorjamb, half-closing his eyes.

"Hey. Andrew."

It's quiet, but enough to get him to lift his head and look back over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

Sam's face is unreadable. "Thanks for trying. Tell Mac I said I'm sorry, and goodbye."

Andrew's eyes fly wide, and he turns -- but Sam's already swinging the door to, and it shuts in his face before he can reach to stop it.

"Sam!" He pounds a fist against the door, stupidly, uselessly, as though Sam could hear him from the other side -- "Sam!"




[OOC: Sam is not taggable in this thread, but Andrew is. *cheerful* He's also being pretty noisy, so feel free to notice.]

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[changeinasnap]

"...Yyyyyeah, pretty sure he's not gonna hear you."

That comes from up in the rafters, where a guy sits with one leg dangling and the other folded flush against the beam. He snaps off a mouthful of the chocolate bar in one hand.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew doesn't even look up; he's let his forehead fall against the door, eyes shut.

[changeinasnap]

To that, he just cocks an eyebrow.

Sheesh. And he thought the kid looked beat-up and despondent before.

"What's a guy like you hanging around with a guy like that for anyway?" Intrigued, as he lifts his chin toward the closed door.

[stilljustandrew]

"What are you talking about." Low and bitterly weary.

(And a little shaky. He's still shivering.)

[changeinasnap]

"Come on!" Like he hasn't even noticed that Andrew's trembling and sick. He swings his other foot down and leans forward a little as he goes on, "Sammy? Not the kind of guy you just run into on the street, yanno?"

Not without something bad, or worse, or just weird following you the rest of the way home.

[makesthings]

Sameth hears Sam's voice and looks up and ends up standing up, that's not right.

He doesn't know Andrew that well but he does know Sam, "What's wrong? What happened?"

[stilljustandrew]

"He, he just --"

Andrew lets his fist fall against the door again, looking defeated.

[makesthings]

"Did he lose a fight?"

He's trying hard not to press but now he's worried and knows he's missing a lot of history.

[stilljustandrew]

His face twists.

"No," he whispers. "I did."

[likesthecoat]

"Oi, oi, hey," says Ianto, reaching out a soothing hand, "calm down. Do you need help?"

He's used to dealing with the panicky and upset.

(Not here, of course. And not without retcon. He'll improvise.)

[stilljustandrew]

"I --"

He's shivering uncontrollably, and looks like he's just lost his best friend.

"I tried to help. I screwed up, I broke it --"

[likesthecoat]

The shivering isn't good. Ianto takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around the young man.

"What did you break?" he asks, very gently.

[stilljustandrew]

He just shakes his head.

"And he, he shut the door, I can't get to him now --"

[starrydome]

"Are you unwell?" The voice is kind and the concern is genuine.

He is tall, long-haired, dressed in a robe, and clearly not human.

[stilljustandrew]

It's a measure of Andrew's weariness and distress, perhaps, that no disbelieving wonder crosses his face when he glances up at the figure.

He doesn't answer at once.

[starrydome]

Elrond steps a little closer "What is your name?" he asks this time, trying to get a measure of the state the young one is in.

The shakes and the paleness could be due to a number of things and he is going over the options mentally.

[stilljustandrew]

"Andrew," he says after a moment, low and dull.

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan approaches carefully, eyes wide with concern.

"...Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

It's one of the only voices that could get his immediate attention right now.

Andrew looks over his shoulder, blinking.

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

"What's happened?" Jonathan asks him quietly, coming to stand at his shoulder. There's no point asking if something has, with what he just saw.

[stilljustandrew]

He reaches out, fumbling blindly for Jonathan's arm.

"Please get me out of here."

[nomorekaraoke]

You'd have to be baseline, blind, deaf and completely incapable of empathy not to feel the Bad Vibes(tm) coming from the Door.

Lorne is none of the above.



Okay, everyone else needs to just make way, because there's a green demon coming through. Move along, nothing to see here, not like Lorne's favorite geek in the whole world is in some kind of distress or anything.

Lorne's just moving from corner table #bajillion (from here on in referred to as point A) to Andrew (point B) faster than you can say Speedy Gonzales.

"...Andy? Panda bear?"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew doesn't answer, just lets his head fall forward against the door.

[nomorekaraoke]

Hesitating a good arm's length away, Lorne watches for a moment. Weighing his options as it were; reach out and touch faith, or...

He lowers his voice, sidling over to Andrew's side. Reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Hey..."

[stilljustandrew]

If Lorne couldn't already see that he was shivering, physical contact will make that unmistakable.

Andrew looks up at the touch, blinking.

After a moment he manages a watery flicker of smile. "Hey."