She had a date to see Jason for lunch. Work was a mess that day: Mrs. Livingston was short with everyone thanks to her bad back, sadly was out with food poisoning again, and she was backed up on filing thanks to her exhausting nightly routine.
But she could deal with it, because Jason was going to meet her for lunch. She was hoping he knew somewhere isolated they could go...grab some sandwiches, hop on his bike...
She saw him just as she was leaving the lab: tall, lean, and rough looking, bright blue eyes hard and wary as he looked around.
"...Dad?...Dad!"
Allison had gone right after him, but Chris Argent was gone when she reached the spot he was standing. She'd pushed past an older couple out walking, a couple of teenage boys...and he was gone.
He'd been right there...
She was walking, blindly, aching and afraid, waiting for another glimpse of him, some sign that she hadn't imagined it when she nearly collided with a wall of warm flesh that grunted her name like she heard members of the local gangs whisper the name she was starting to answer to on the streets every night.
She opened her mouth to apologize when she realized who it was. For a second she could only stare, eyes glassy in features blank with shock, then she was reaching for him...hands on his arms, ready to pull him close...
"Jason..."
She got as far as curling her hands around his forearms when his expression registered: horror, shock, something noisome.
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Date: 2014-08-14 02:10 am (UTC)But she could deal with it, because Jason was going to meet her for lunch. She was hoping he knew somewhere isolated they could go...grab some sandwiches, hop on his bike...
She saw him just as she was leaving the lab: tall, lean, and rough looking, bright blue eyes hard and wary as he looked around.
"...Dad?...Dad!"
Allison had gone right after him, but Chris Argent was gone when she reached the spot he was standing. She'd pushed past an older couple out walking, a couple of teenage boys...and he was gone.
He'd been right there...
She was walking, blindly, aching and afraid, waiting for another glimpse of him, some sign that she hadn't imagined it when she nearly collided with a wall of warm flesh that grunted her name like she heard members of the local gangs whisper the name she was starting to answer to on the streets every night.
She opened her mouth to apologize when she realized who it was. For a second she could only stare, eyes glassy in features blank with shock, then she was reaching for him...hands on his arms, ready to pull him close...
"Jason..."
She got as far as curling her hands around his forearms when his expression registered: horror, shock, something noisome.
Something was very wrong.