A more relaxed Rachel

[catch22girl]

I love this icon. CTUnet rocks and I hope it's up soon again. ::good vibes to CTUnet::

I hit my head on the dryer yesterday, but I don't think that matters because people do that 1000000 times a day and never get hurt. So I'm not gonna obsess, nope, nope, nope.

Of course, part of my new non-obsession thing is linked to the fact that my doctor FINALLY gave me anti-anxiety meds. Sleeping rocks!

And cause this has been running through my head for a week or two...and cinesister had a bad day yesterday.

No spoilers here, because this would never happen...but.

1. "You know," Nina stated as she sat across from him, "it was never personal."

It wasn't clear in her head what she meant, because for her, part of it at least had been intensely personal. At one point she had cared about him, but much less than she cared about keeping herself alive.

"I know you wish you killed me when you had the chance. I wish I pulled that trigger earlier today, but if I had you wouldn't be here now, watching the world on the brink of chaos."

She leaned forward and picked up her gun from the floor.

"If I knew you would let me live in peace, I'd never bother you again, but you're not that type of person. It's an attractive quality. It's also the reason we're here now. After all, your wife's dead because you angered some people who wouldn't give up either, who then contacted me."

She smiled slightly, "You're easy to talk to when you're tied up and drugged."

And then she made up her mind and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his jeans-clad knee.

"It's funny," she whispered, as she slid her hand up and lay her head on his thigh, "I don't really want to kill you, but it's no longer my decision."

She leaned back and glanced over her cell phone, when it rang it would be over.

She would have killed him when his back was turned, but this was something different. Her arm still throbbed from the wound earlier, but she couldn't indulge that pain.

"Things could have ended differently," she said finally. Trying to forget eating across from him, or waking up in his shirt, or that momentary feeling of vertigo when he called it off.

He moved slightly and she backed up and sat down, moving her chair a few inches away.

She watched him wake up, slowly becoming aware of his predicament.

"It's almost morning, Jack. The last morning."

She smiled at his widened eyes and murderous glare.

This was supposed to have smut :)