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cagedlambThe wrongness of her situation was immediately apparent.
She had woken up to Oliver whining that morning. The dog usually slept on her bed and never really made a fuss, so she reached out to him, half asleep, and found his head to be much bigger than she remembered. In her sleep filled haze, it confused her - and then she opened her eyes.
His head wasn't bigger, her hand was smaller.
It took her a moment to realize that no, what was happening wasn't a dream. Oliver seemed confused himself, and she had to practically pull herself out from under the big mutt, whose weight usually wasn't too big an issue. It wasn't really until she saw herself in the mirror that it began to truly sink in.
She had been looking forward to the day for a good week. She was going to see if she could have a good time with friends instead of spending another day alone. Instead, it appeared something had aged her down, and she felt panic rising up in her.
Leaving the bathroom, she did the only thing she could think to do - she went right to Booker's room and started knocking on the door. "Booker! Wake up!"
She had woken up to Oliver whining that morning. The dog usually slept on her bed and never really made a fuss, so she reached out to him, half asleep, and found his head to be much bigger than she remembered. In her sleep filled haze, it confused her - and then she opened her eyes.
His head wasn't bigger, her hand was smaller.
It took her a moment to realize that no, what was happening wasn't a dream. Oliver seemed confused himself, and she had to practically pull herself out from under the big mutt, whose weight usually wasn't too big an issue. It wasn't really until she saw herself in the mirror that it began to truly sink in.
She had been looking forward to the day for a good week. She was going to see if she could have a good time with friends instead of spending another day alone. Instead, it appeared something had aged her down, and she felt panic rising up in her.
Leaving the bathroom, she did the only thing she could think to do - she went right to Booker's room and started knocking on the door. "Booker! Wake up!"
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Date: 2014-07-08 04:44 pm (UTC)He grunts in place of an answer because he doesn't really know what else he can say. He did it for her, because no kid that looks that sweet should have such a rough day, especially on her birthday. He did it because he cares for Elizabeth, in his own mystifying way. And maybe, he did it a little for him, too. He's been in that therapy thing long enough to know that his wife and child's death has him all kinds of messed up and as much as it literally hurts to think about, taking care of Elizabeth seems to make it better. A little.
It's one of the things he doesn't think about too hard.
"You doing okay? Need anything else?"
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Date: 2014-07-10 12:24 pm (UTC)It certainly could have been worse.
"I don't think there's anything else you could do," she said, sounding a little amused. It was sweet.
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Date: 2014-07-14 06:20 pm (UTC)"Good." For more than one reason he's glad she's settled for the night. He though chasing after her in Columbia had been exhausting, the kid version was almost more so. But it made him feel good that he'd managed to pull this off. Like maybe he wasn't a complete failure when it comes to taking care of her. I makes him feel... happy.
"Hopefully you'll wake up in a day or two all back to normal." Not that he minds her like this. It's a little window he thinks, into what she was like when she was this age. Makes him wonder what his own kid would have been like - assuming of course he can ever have that thought without his head pounding.
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Date: 2014-07-15 12:26 am (UTC)"You'll have to call my work tomorrow if I'm not normal," she reminded him, peering up. She would not ask of him such a thing unless she had to. It was a must. "I don't think they'd believe I was turned into a child."
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Date: 2014-07-16 09:09 pm (UTC)"No problem." He's got no idea what he'll say, he works for himself and he's his own boss but he's sure he'll think of something. "Maybe I'll just tell them I've kidnapped you until they pay a ransom. Maybe we can make some money out of this." Not his best joke, but then this is hardly something to joke over. On the other hand, she's a damn cute button of a kid. And surprisingly less stubborn and willful, too.
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Date: 2014-07-21 01:30 pm (UTC)Except she would, probably.
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Date: 2014-07-22 04:51 pm (UTC)"I guess, figure your lockpicking skills wouldn't do very well against the locks in the local police station."
He raised his arm when Elizabeth stretched, moving it to the back of the sofa so she could have a little more room if she needed it. "You doing okay? You can stretch out if you want." He feels like he's been asking her that all day, but he's out of other options. Nothing like this has ever happened to him and he's got no idea how she's really feeling about this thing that's happened.