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[theresnodoor]

[Rachel dreams. Warning: Major spoilers for the Animorphs series.]



Rachel's eyes snap open. She stares overhead for a few moments before glancing at a tree nearby.

Whether the hawk is awake or not, she's climbing out of her sleeping bag and stripping down to her morphing suit. She needs to run.

Horse morph would be fun. Cheetah would be better.

<You are already a nothlit, Rachel.>



In the middle of the night, there's a young woman taking a run down the main street out of Metropolis.

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[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom snorts a little at the mention of cars. "I know what they are now, well 'nough."

Well 'nough to steal them, at least.

He keeps his distance, wary and unsure, searching for some leverage poor human Tom could use to get out of this situation.

[theresnodoor]

"And Lucy?"

Brows lifted high, utterly amused, and still getting closer. It's extra amusing, if only because he'd been hitting on her earlier and is running from her now.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom gives a bewildered shrug, because he's just a human, and Lucy's so outside his realm of experience he has no idea what to think about her.

Rachel's the important one. She consorts with demons! He should keep moving!

Admittedly, he hasn't broken into a run yet. Tom might change that soon. When he gets bored. (That Rachel could outrun him doesn't even enter his head.)

[theresnodoor]

It doesn't even occur to Rachel that he's drunk or in any way inhibited, other than pure confusion at what she's saying or surprise at being caught. And that he's done arguing has lowered his level of interesting quite a bit.

"Watch out for frostbite," she warns with a smirk, backing away.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom stops, watching her warily.

"You gonna leave me be now, demon-friend?"

[theresnodoor]

Rachel snorts, making a face at him. "Not so interested in my legs now, are you?"

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom winces and looks down, as if embarrassed to ever think such a thing.

He almost smirked. He can appreciate the funny.

"No, ma'am."

[theresnodoor]

She smirks, though she's rolling her eyes at the ma'am at the same time.

Tom gets a wave before she turns her back and walks back up to the road.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom does nothing to dissuade her, waiting until she's out of hearing range.

His mouth slides into a rat's muzzle; he sniffs deeply at where she stood for most of their conversation.

Even alcohol can't make him as confident that he won that argument as he'd like to be.

Hopefully Wendell won't laugh at him when he explains it.