Post by jessa4865 on Dec 8, 2004 22:37:47 GMT -5
The Prey
By Jessa
Spoilers: Through Mind Hunters (or something like that - I’m not good with ep names).
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just letting them have some fun. Or not so much fun.
Pairing: Lilly/Scotty (consider yourself warned)
Part Two b
Pleased with himself for his victory, he sat down on the couch and watched television for a while. He was too keyed up to sleep. Olivia curled up next to him immediately and Tripod eventually joined them. He'd known she had cats, but he hadn't realized they weren't regular cats. It made sense, he realized - Lilly ad a thing about sticking up for the underdog, or undercat, apparently. He absentmindedly petted the cats until he yawned. Then he stretched out on the couch to sleep.
He awoke with a start. He lay still, trying to figure out what had drawn him from sleep. The cats were both on top of him - one stretched across his legs and the other on his chest. He thought maybe it was the presence of the cats, but as he went to move them, he noticed both of them staring intently at the stairs. It had been a noise, he realized, not the cats that had woken him. He sat up carefully, reaching for the gun he'd left of the coffee table. Once he had it in hand, he made his way up to the second floor, moving as stealthily as possible.
Just as his foot hit the top step, the sound came again. Something was tapping. He saw the closed door to his left that he figured was Lilly's bedroom. He didn't want to wake her if he was just being paranoid. The sound was coming from the other end of the hall. Cautiously, he moved toward it, keeping his back pressed against the wall. He reached inside the dark room and felt for the light switch, flipping it on and flooding the room with light.
It was the guest bedroom Lilly had mentioned - sparsely furnished and devoid of anywhere to hide. The sound was coming from the open window where the shade was slapping against the window sill. He lowered his gun to his side and let out a sigh. Even without a witness, he was embarrassed at his fear. He closed the window and locked it, shaking his head.
He picked up Olivia, who'd followed him. "Tough old Scotty, huh? Afraid of things that go bump in the night." He whispered into the cat's thick coat as he laughed at himself. The cat hissed at him and he let her go, watching as she sprinted away from him and back downstairs. Still creeped out at his own imagination, he left the light on as he headed for the stairs.
As he passed the darkened bathroom, he remembered seeing Lilly looking out at him when he'd been in the car. It had been that window. And it had been closed. He told himself Lilly must have opened it to let in some air, even though the little voice in the back of his head told him she was too sensible to sleep with a window open. Something caught his eye and he turned on the bathroom light.
He rushed to Lilly's room, calling her name as he threw open the door. "Lilly!"
She sat up on the bed, blinking sleepily at him. "Scotty? What?"
He was shaking as he grabbed her arm; needing to touch her to be sure she was really there, really safe. "Get dressed. You're not staying here."
"What's wrong?"
"Hurry up. I'll tell you later."
She sensed the urgency in his voice and saw the gun in his hand. It was enough to convince her and she got out of bed. He turned his back while she hastily put her clothes on, but he didn't leave the room. He didn't want to be that far away from her. Obviously, spending the night one floor below her was too far.
"Scotty, what's this about?"
"I said I'll tell you later." He put his hand on the small of her back, trying to usher her from the room. He didn't want to tell her what he'd seen. He didn't want her to see it herself.
"No, I want to know now." She planted her feet firmly and crossed her arms over her chest.
His eyes darted toward the bathroom as he tried to think of something to say. She saw the quick glance and stepped past him to look. She stared in shock for a long time, taking in the message that had been scrawled across the mirror in her lipstick: It's hunting season.
By Jessa
Spoilers: Through Mind Hunters (or something like that - I’m not good with ep names).
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just letting them have some fun. Or not so much fun.
Pairing: Lilly/Scotty (consider yourself warned)
Part Two b
Pleased with himself for his victory, he sat down on the couch and watched television for a while. He was too keyed up to sleep. Olivia curled up next to him immediately and Tripod eventually joined them. He'd known she had cats, but he hadn't realized they weren't regular cats. It made sense, he realized - Lilly ad a thing about sticking up for the underdog, or undercat, apparently. He absentmindedly petted the cats until he yawned. Then he stretched out on the couch to sleep.
He awoke with a start. He lay still, trying to figure out what had drawn him from sleep. The cats were both on top of him - one stretched across his legs and the other on his chest. He thought maybe it was the presence of the cats, but as he went to move them, he noticed both of them staring intently at the stairs. It had been a noise, he realized, not the cats that had woken him. He sat up carefully, reaching for the gun he'd left of the coffee table. Once he had it in hand, he made his way up to the second floor, moving as stealthily as possible.
Just as his foot hit the top step, the sound came again. Something was tapping. He saw the closed door to his left that he figured was Lilly's bedroom. He didn't want to wake her if he was just being paranoid. The sound was coming from the other end of the hall. Cautiously, he moved toward it, keeping his back pressed against the wall. He reached inside the dark room and felt for the light switch, flipping it on and flooding the room with light.
It was the guest bedroom Lilly had mentioned - sparsely furnished and devoid of anywhere to hide. The sound was coming from the open window where the shade was slapping against the window sill. He lowered his gun to his side and let out a sigh. Even without a witness, he was embarrassed at his fear. He closed the window and locked it, shaking his head.
He picked up Olivia, who'd followed him. "Tough old Scotty, huh? Afraid of things that go bump in the night." He whispered into the cat's thick coat as he laughed at himself. The cat hissed at him and he let her go, watching as she sprinted away from him and back downstairs. Still creeped out at his own imagination, he left the light on as he headed for the stairs.
As he passed the darkened bathroom, he remembered seeing Lilly looking out at him when he'd been in the car. It had been that window. And it had been closed. He told himself Lilly must have opened it to let in some air, even though the little voice in the back of his head told him she was too sensible to sleep with a window open. Something caught his eye and he turned on the bathroom light.
He rushed to Lilly's room, calling her name as he threw open the door. "Lilly!"
She sat up on the bed, blinking sleepily at him. "Scotty? What?"
He was shaking as he grabbed her arm; needing to touch her to be sure she was really there, really safe. "Get dressed. You're not staying here."
"What's wrong?"
"Hurry up. I'll tell you later."
She sensed the urgency in his voice and saw the gun in his hand. It was enough to convince her and she got out of bed. He turned his back while she hastily put her clothes on, but he didn't leave the room. He didn't want to be that far away from her. Obviously, spending the night one floor below her was too far.
"Scotty, what's this about?"
"I said I'll tell you later." He put his hand on the small of her back, trying to usher her from the room. He didn't want to tell her what he'd seen. He didn't want her to see it herself.
"No, I want to know now." She planted her feet firmly and crossed her arms over her chest.
His eyes darted toward the bathroom as he tried to think of something to say. She saw the quick glance and stepped past him to look. She stared in shock for a long time, taking in the message that had been scrawled across the mirror in her lipstick: It's hunting season.
