Monday Maunderings...
Oct. 5th, 2009 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agilebrit*evil laughter* I'm not setting it up. Here, just... have it.
You know I love your comments. *whines* I didn't get any on last week's...
Ben sat on the bed with his face in his hands, an overnight bag packed with bare essentials open beside him. He'd nearly bolted before Janni got home from this catering job, but had decided that doing so would be monstrously unfair to her. The shakes had ahold of him, though, and he really didn't know if he'd be strong enough to actually walk out the door.
He heard the garage door, then Janni's voice. "Ben?"
"In here."
She stopped short in the doorway. "Sweetie? Going somewhere?"
He flapped his hand. "I just need...oh, hell, honey."
She was across the room in an instant, kneeling in front of him. "What do you need?" she asked gently.
"To stand on my own two feet for once." He scrubbed the heel of his hand across his face. "The women in my life are amazing. You especially. I have no idea how you've put up with years of this. But I can't ask you to go through it again."
"You didn't ask, I volunteered." She caught his hand before he started rubbing on the handcuff scars again. "So, you're running? This isn't like you, Ben."
"I'm trying to think of it as 'going away to get my head screwed on straight' rather than running." He was still bound up in his guilt over Ange, and rationalizations weren't helping.
"You're not taking much..."
"I'm not planning on being around people. I'll have my phone, and the laptop with the satellite internet." And his Glock, loaded with silver bullets, nestled in the bottom of the bag. But he wasn't going to tell her that.
You know I love your comments. *whines* I didn't get any on last week's...
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Date: 2009-10-05 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 07:50 pm (UTC)And yet, the solution to all this is so elegant and obvious, it took my Writing Buddy to point it out to me. At the same time, it's a really last-resort thing, so it's no wonder none of the characters have thought of it yet.
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Date: 2009-10-06 04:11 am (UTC)No, it's a different solution, based on something that happened in the first book that helped even his keel a bit. :)
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Date: 2009-10-06 03:34 am (UTC)You thought I was going to say something mean, didn't you?? :) *evil grin* But poor Ben. On the other hand, it's nice to hear him acknowledge he realizes everything that's done for him. In so many stories that's just taken for granted. 'You love me, save me.' So kudos!!
I myself wrote 1700 plus words on a New New Shiny Thing and watched Castle. It was a good day. :)
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Date: 2009-10-06 04:17 am (UTC)And 1700 words is nothing, as they say, to sneeze at. I remember days like that fondly...
Ben's so sick and tired of being the Damsel in Distress. I'm not sure how going to Moab is going to help him get his feet back under him, but I know I always feel the stress just bleed off me when we go there, so... yeah. Maybe running around the red rock country scaring the crap out of the local coyote population and just being for awhile will get his head back together.
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Date: 2009-10-09 04:52 am (UTC)=^)
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