fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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"Severe limits," Scully agreed. She grimaced. "My other options were even less attractive. But if this becomes too problematic--"

If there was a Talking Stick Circle, she was so swimming back.

"--I will drive home and stay there until other arrangements are made."

...except for how she didn't have a legal driver's license any more. Damnit.

"That would be quite the conversation if I tried that."

No, really.

"Perhaps if things are as bad as we suppose hiding elsewhere on the island may be more feasible?"

"It didn't look like a tiny island, from the map," Scully said, attempting to sound optimistic it. Somehow it was reassuring that at least one other person wasn't entirely thrilled to be here. "There was a forest." God, she hated Nature. "And a town. I think we'd be resourceful enough to elude forced socialization at least until they brought out the marshmallows."

...Yeah. Forest. Rosalind was a City Girl and happy to be so.

"There's got to be a hotel," she said hopefully. "That might make for a good place to hide."

"I am very much in favor of good hotels," Scully said determinedly. And she had Agent Dana Scully's Visa card. That would help. She quirked a smile at Rosalind. "So. Do we have an escape plan?"

And Rosalind still had her pay cheques from work. Quite hefty ones. Being a Turk paid very well.

(For good reason.)

"We'll need to hammer out the details," she mentioned, "but I think we've the basics of one."

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