Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 24, 2006 4:18:10 GMT -5
I grabbed the suitcases under my bed the moment I got in, whirling around the flat like a hurricane, taking everything I needed and nothing I did not. A few texts I'd borrowed from the library earlier, full of spells of forgetting and deception. My entire wardrobe, ripped from its hangers and unceremoniously dumped in the largest case. All the magical or mystical supplies I still kept, left over from Amy's stays or my own emergency kit. My credit card and my debit, the money that I'd kept for flight, should it ever had been needed. Weapons went in a government diplomatically immune trunk, a gift from the watcher's council. I packed one photo, taken before everything had happened, when Rory and I had been fourteen and "Friends Forever." Bah.
"Leaving so soon old buddy old pal?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Can I come with?"
"Rory, don't be an idiot. I'm kind of the slayerettes most hated right now. You on the other hand are Ashley's most wanted."
"Well... yeah... but what am I meant to do, let you run off on your own. You did that before, and look where it got you."
"You want to bail on her, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"You have a commitment problem. Wait, why am I talking to you? I have to get a plane, escape murderous slayers, witches and vampires, and get a new life. I don't have time to talk to you."
"Leaving so soon old buddy old pal?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Can I come with?"
"Rory, don't be an idiot. I'm kind of the slayerettes most hated right now. You on the other hand are Ashley's most wanted."
"Well... yeah... but what am I meant to do, let you run off on your own. You did that before, and look where it got you."
"You want to bail on her, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"You have a commitment problem. Wait, why am I talking to you? I have to get a plane, escape murderous slayers, witches and vampires, and get a new life. I don't have time to talk to you."
