| Supernatural Towns |
[27 Oct 2007|11:31pm] |
Julie wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but the werewolf knew that something had. The memories in her head were too vivid, too complete to be some sort of strange dream and she felt an odd sense of loss for a little girl that had apparently never existed.
The werewolf was well outside her normal haunts, walking aimlessly as she tried to get everything straightened out in her head. This was reality, she was certain of it, but that didn't make the other set of memories any less confusing. She'd been a mother?! An actress? Friends with Grace!?! The mind boggled.
Rhiannon squatted next to her tire and leaned an ear close. She plugged her other ear and blocked out the rest of the city noise to listen for the sound she hoped not to hear. Namely, a hiss that would tell her the deep and jagged pothole she drove over had damaged the rubber.
The car ticked as its mechanical parts cooled.
.... hiss....
“Son of a bitch.” She stood up and put her hands on her hips to watch. The tire already looked deflated, which meant the tear was too large to be patched with a can of fix-a-flat. She kept a jack and a spare in the hatch, so it wouldn’t take too long to get back on the road, but the cost of a new tire would cut deep in her wallet.
Rhiannon shook her keys and went around to pop the hatch.
If Annie had never really existed, then why did Julie feel something approaching grief that the preschooler was gone? With a frustrated sigh the werewolf zipped up the front of her jacket against the chilly wind coming down out of the mountains and turned the corner.
The muttered curse that reached her ears caused her to blink and look up That voice...it sounded familiar but she had only heard it in that strange other life. One of those memories was taking part in a convention panel Q&A session, and there was no way she'd have any idea what that was like as she'd never so much as attended a Supernatural convention before in her life.
A brunette woman was focused on pulling out a spare tire from the trunk of her car, one who looked just as familiar as the voice. What had been her name? Julie racked her brain trying to think of it as she stared at the other woman... "Rhiana?" It would have to do, she couldn't quite remember what 'character' the other woman had been playing but knew the name was similar.
“Yeah?” came the cranky response. Rhiannon turned around impatiently and looked Julie in the eye. Huh. It didn’t even register that she answered to the wrong name until she saw ‘Julianna’, a woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She recognized her from what Rhiannon had come to think of as a temporary alternate reality. Great. So much for Whistler asking around to confirm that it was a phenomenon only the two of them experienced. Apparently the spell had gone global.
“Rhiannon. My name’s Rhiannon.” She wrapped her fingers around the donut and hefted it out of the car. It joined the jack on the sidewalk, where she had piled the tools she needed. It’d be quicker to pick the car up, but when in public, it was a good idea to do things in a regular way. She wiped some dirt on her jeans and sat down, getting comfortable.
“What’s up?” The slayer wedged the jack into place.
( Hold the Lug Nuts )
( A Little Advice )
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