Back in Sydney

[lyndawithay]

*enters the house, covered in blood, and walks unsteadily into the bath, locking the door behind her*

*lays a pistol on the washstand, undresses and puts her clothes into the tub*

*opens the medicine cabinet and takes several swallows of laundanum, and washes the blood from her face, hands and hair*

*examines a round scar on her temple in the mirror, staring at it as it vanishes*

*carefully lowers herself to the floor and sits, naked, holding her head in her hands*

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[lyndawithay]

Arthur, there's no need for this...

*kisses you*

*heartfelt* I love you.

[arthur-gate.livejournal.com]

Then please... please don't leave me all alone.

*presses his forehead against yours*

I'll see you tomorrow, for lunch.

[lyndawithay]

*concerned* ...I won't.

I'll see you tomorrow, my darling.

[lyndawithay]

*waits until Arthur's gone, then turns to Jack*

What else did you tell him?

[agent_harkness]

*holds up hands* Whoah, whoah. Slow down, Lynda. I'm here to help.

We've got all night. Why don't I fix us some dinner and we'll talk properly? You can slip into something less comfortable while I'm in the kitchen.

[lyndawithay]

Well. All right.

But only because I'm wildly curious about what you could have said to my husband to convince him that you could fuck me back to health.

[agent_harkness]

No fair. The whole leave-us-alone-together thing was his idea.

*looks at his watch* I'll see you in the kitchen in, say, half an hour?

[lyndawithay]

It was? It's very unlike him.

Then again, he does get some strange ideas in his head. And knowing you, I suppose he thought it was inevitable I'd succumb.

Half an hour, fine. See you there.

*rubs her forehead*