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Rachel dreams - spoilers for the end of the Animorphs series

Her pace is steady, if only because anything that isn't steady calls her attention and gives her something to be angry at, and even Rachel finds it difficult to get mad at her own feet. Plodding along with her little bag slung over one shoulder, chewing numbly on some of the bread from yesterday's dinner, hardly looking around her. It's just another road in another state probably with another town that needs a thug tossed out of it or something. Doesn't need her, just needs anybody.

What's the point?

Grumbling to herself, a very tired, very cranky blonde continues on.

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The stingers slide harmlessly off Lucy's scales as she strafes the knot of triffids again and again, clawing at any that seem likely to get to Rachel.

Not many of them do.

She makes passes - run straight through the thick of them, clawing fast and sharp, then out into safety. Demorph if she has to, remorph again, make another pass. Over and over and over again until she's exhausted by the sprinting and the morphing both.

Until there aren't many Triffids left.

However long that takes.

[Woo!]

Lucy lands and nods agreeably.

They've made an appreciable dent in this wave, and Rachel is happy now. :D!

She is! Rachel is very happy right now! Rachel is...

Still going.

In, attack, out. In, attack, out. Stingers hit her now and again, but they're getting slower.

But so is she.

In, attack, out. Ignore the pain, keep fighting. In, attack, out. Demorph, remorph. In, attack, out.

Adrenaline rush. So high, she doesn't even know she's exhausted and god she missed this.

...ooooookay then.

Lucy is not tired.

Lucy can keep helping.

Lucy will start to worry if Rachel looks like she's getting overwhelmed and not just like she might.

Rachel doesn't look overwhelmed, she gets overwhelmed. Hazard of relying on adrenaline to keep her going when muscles give up.

In, attack, out.

The cheetah stumbles. One stinger became two, maybe even three. It's hard to count, and the cheetah is a sprinter, not long-distance.

In... attack...

--get snatched up by Lucy and out before those next three stingers can hit.

It's good to have friends, isn't it.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

The cheetah struggles at first, weak growls and thrashing limbs and then... goes limp.

Rachel demorphs, panting and exhausted in Lucy's grasp, waiting to be set down.

Rooftop.

Landing.

Downshift.

Headtilt.

Flop.

Breathe.

Gaze-meet.

Grin.

"Thanks."

She never said she wasn't a little off.

Soft smile.

"Welcome."

Flop more.

More breathing.

She didn't die, didn't come close. ...maybe.

"So... what's the poison do?"

Paralyze, kill... there are options.

"Don't know. Never got hit."

Rachel grins, still a little adrenaline high and winks at Lucy. "Damn shame I wasn't paying more attention then, huh? I think it numbs - my legs just shut down. And then they drag you to... well, do they have mouths or what?"

"Roots," she confirms.

Hooves.

Rachel giggles. She's a little overtired.

"'Course."

Headtilt.

"Should sleep."

"Are you kidding?" Her muscles protest but Rachel's eyes are bright as she sits up. "It's like noon and that's the first work-out I've had in weeks."

"Okay."

It's Rachel's business if she wants to be tired.

Tired means alive. Pain does, too, but you don't need adrenaline to deal with tired.

Rachel sighs and gets to her feet, still grinning, turning to look back at the Triffids they'd worked on. "That wasn't even a dent, was it? At least they're a little further from people, but jeez... there's a lot."

"Lots, yes. Won't run out soon."

She sounds hopeful. Will Rachel like it here? :D?

...was that a job offer?

Rachel blinks and looks over at her again, smirk very small. Killer plants. Not exactly Yeerks. Not too terribly high on the Threat-o-meter.

Better than what she had.

"Guess somebody should stay and make sure they run out then, huh?"

"Guess so."

:D?

:D.

"It'll get boring pretty quick," she points out, looking at the plants, then back over her shoulder with a grin for Lucy.

"Thanks."

"Welcome."

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