"You bet your ass I can." She takes the still-sleeping baby, runs a worn finger across her little cheek, then settles her into the pack. As she moves back she feels an invisible hand grabbing and squeezing hers just for a second; she almost smiles.
And there, now that she's looking for it, she notices the way Beth's hand curls around something unseen: it's good. It's all good.
If his goddamn world of theirs ever rights itself again and finds the need for a little escapism, there's a hell of a story in this. So what if she thought sci-fi and fantasy were never meant to be her genre?
"Guess I ought to fill Natalya and Ciba in on the situation at the harbor. Then we'll figure out how to go about getting to Paris... finally."
It's been a long, long trip and they're not even halfway there. The only thing she knows with any certainty is that no one, but no one's going to get left behind.
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Date: 2007-06-21 09:41 pm (UTC)And there, now that she's looking for it, she notices the way Beth's hand curls around something unseen: it's good. It's all good.
If his goddamn world of theirs ever rights itself again and finds the need for a little escapism, there's a hell of a story in this. So what if she thought sci-fi and fantasy were never meant to be her genre?
"Guess I ought to fill Natalya and Ciba in on the situation at the harbor. Then we'll figure out how to go about getting to Paris... finally."
It's been a long, long trip and they're not even halfway there. The only thing she knows with any certainty is that no one, but no one's going to get left behind.