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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters will fall.

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1. just depressed.

Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.

You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.

Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.

You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.

You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.

For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.

You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.

Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.

You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.

You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.

Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.

You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.

Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.

You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.

It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss

You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.

Combine some options or make your own!

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I am alive.

[Though, her use of past-tense there is mildly troubling.]

Yes, you are. And I can't begin to tell you how wonderful that is. But it doesn't erase everything I've been through.

[Sherlock's finally starting to wash himself again. He has to wet the rag to take care of the drying soap on his shoulder. He doesn't know what to tell her at this point. He won't apologise again because it would do nothing other than cheapen the first apology. Well, the first two, really. He had apologised over the phone when this all started and then again just a couple of minutes ago.]

[There's really not much more to be said. She doesn't expect him to apologize, and she understands, even if she doesn't agree.

She's silent for a few seconds before she speaks again.]

They must have asked you questions. They would have just killed you otherwise.

Yes, they asked several.

[Sherlock's already moved on to washing his legs by now.]

I didn't answer them, otherwise they would have killed me then, too.

[She watches him to make sure she can take over if he needs her to.]

What did they ask?

[At least for the moment, Sherlock seems to be able to wash himself without assistance. The several swallows of water helped him a lot.]

A bit of everything. They knew I was involved in some incidents back in Europe and South America but didn't realise who I was at first. The only clever one of the lot pieced it together by my mobile phone correspondence regarding your location.

[A very stupid miscalculation on his part to not delete the message right away. He's a detective, not James Bond.]

[She had heard rumors about him in Europe and South America, so it's interesting to have those confirmed. But what strikes her is that he was coming, risking himself, to save her.]

So they know you're alive now, too.

It appears so.

[It hadn't been Sherlock's intention to be caught, but he could have acted a bit more safely to avoid just that. Hindsight is 20:20.]

And, they've probably realised by now that I'm no longer in the warehouse.

[It won't be hard to track Joan's involvement in his escape, either. Maybe it's a good thing he stayed in the car.]

Hopefully we have enough time to rest a little before we run.

[Because this is a "we" now. The men are after both of them, so they're both going to disappear.]

[Sherlock had really wanted to avoid bringing Joan into this, but she's right. They're both in danger now and the only thing they can do is stay safe until they can eliminate the danger. In this case, it means running and hiding until he gathers his strength and they both gather intel.]

You didn't stop for petrol on the way to the motel, so we should have a few hours. You might want to get some sleep.

[She'd be the one driving, obviously. It makes more sense for her to sleep at the motel when he could easily sleep in the car.]

You need the sleep more than I do.

[With everything he's been through, she thinks he should have the opportunity to just lie down and sleep. She thinks it would probably be okay if they both slept. Even if someone did stay up to keep watch, she's not sure it would do any good.]

I can sleep in the car.

[Sherlock sets his wash rag to the side as he pulls himself up to his knees. It takes more effort than it should, but he manages. He has just a few more areas to wash and he's not ashamed about it, so if Joan's feeling shy, now would be the time for her to turn her head.]

[He isn't the first naked man she's seen, not by a long shot, nor the first man she's seen bathing. It's clinical. She does reach out to put a hand on his back as he rises to his knees, then averts her eyes to give him a little bit of privacy, but she doesn't turn away.]

You can sleep in the car, too. It would be a good idea for you to sleep as soon as possible, regardless.

[The touch is the only thing that makes him feel uncertain about this whole thing. It's not that he's uncomfortable with touch, or that touch when he's nude makes much of a difference than when he's dressed. It's simply that Joan feels the need to hold him steady and Sherlock has a stubbornly independent streak when it comes to things like this. He allows it, though, because maybe they both need the reminder that Sherlock's not facing the rest of this on his own.]

Maybe, but I'm going to take advantage of the wifi first.

[He needs to send out a few warnings and ask a few questions.]

You can sleep after that.

[Joan isn't willing to let this go. He seems to be doing somewhat better, but he's still far from all right in her estimation.]

[Sherlock probably won't be able to hold his phone for very long, either. His muscles are tremendously weak and he needs more water and probably some sugar at the very least as far as nutrition goes before he can properly move. He's just getting better at hiding it.]

Yes, fine. As long as you set an alarm, I'll nap after that.

[Funny, he'd missed this aspect of Joan coddling him as much as he missed everything else.]

Good. Once you're done in the bath, I'll go out to get you food and some clothes. You can use the wifi then.

Soon. You may as well fetch me a towel.

[Sherlock would warn her not to use her card, but if she'd need to use it, she would have already used it renting the motel room. He'd need to get a better look at her fingers to know for sure, because it would greatly effect how much time they could spend in the hotel room. He could always ask, but he doesn't want her to know how mentally drained he's feeling to have not already checked through his usual methods.]

[She has used her card, and will use it, since she has no cash and no skill with nor intention of stealing. She soes plan to withdraw money from an ATM, however, and ditch the card afterward.]

Don't stand up until I come back.

[She stands to get him a towel.]

[He doesn't intend on standing just yet, since he hasn't washed his hair. He doesn't have any shampoo, so he does the only thing he can do in this situation and works the body soap into a lather through his hair. It would probably end up a frizzy, dry mess after this, but it would be a clean fizzy, dry mess.

He unplugs the drain and starts to run the water again once he's finished. He closes his eyes and leans forward, rinsing his hair directly from the tap as Joan returns with the towel.]

I'll give you my temporary number. If you notice anyone following you when you're out, alert me.

[Not that he could do much nude and in a motel room. He could at least advise her on somewhere they could meet up later.]

[She returns with the towel and sits on the side of the tub again, keeping the towel in her lap. There's so many ways the people who mean them harm can find them. The rental car. The card used to pay for the motel room. And now she's about to leave and use the card again. Only once more, but once is more than enough.]

We might need a different plan. I'm not sure we should separate right now. Maybe we need to leave right now.

[He needs food. And clothes. She narrows her eyes, trying to think of how to get those things without leaving him alone in the motel.]

I was waiting for you to come to that conclusion.

[He sits up and runs his hand through his hair to get some of the excess water out before attempting to dry it. He turns the faucet off and starts to try using the edge of the tub to lift himself up. It's easier to make plans than to implement them sometimes and right now is one of those times.]

First, we should withdraw cash at the closest ATM and then drive until you need gas. We'll eventually need to abandon the car.

[It can be tracked by the GPS system. They'll probably rely on public transport for a while until they choose to either go back to New York or rent another car.]

[She stands and helps him up. She knows he probably wants to do this on his own, and she doesn't care. He's weak, porcelain is slippery, they can't go to the hospital, ergo.]

Except you don't have any clothes. We at least need to stop at a Walmart or something.

[Sherlock doesn't reject Joan's assistance, but he doesn't thank her for it, either. It's a necessity at this point.]

I have a towel.

[The thought of wearing Walmart clothes makes his skin itch. Rough fabric and harsh seams always tend to irritate his skin. And, it's not like he can go even a classy establishment like Walmart without any clothes on, either.]