Familiar strangers. [Closed]
Jun. 17th, 2012 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withmyshield By the time she reaches the observation deck, Sharon's heart is racing. Early in her career the panic might have threatened to bring on tears, but Sharon has matured a lot in the ten plus years she's been professionally putting herself in harm's way, and her control is much better now. She needs to get some clarity, though, and fast, before she forgets how tough and mature she is. Apparently her poker face hadn't been that great, because one look at her had prompted someone to send her to the room they liked for stargazing.
It's a good suggestion. The sight of that vast emptiness should make her feel insignificant and alone, but instead it makes her feel like a kid, learning the constellations in her back yard. A little more grounded than she'd been a moment before. She's aware that there's already someone in the room [wouldn't be much of an agent if she lost all her training under stress, would she?] but she gives herself a minute and some deep breaths with one hand on the window before she thinks about dealing with him.
You've been though way worse than this, honey.
Time to get moving, at least figuratively. She turns around to suss out the room's other occupant. There had been a truly stunning array of characters at the hub, so she braces herself for anything that might be staring back at her.
Anything but him. Apparently there's a billiard ball stuck in her throat, and all her deep breathing is instantly undone.
It's a good suggestion. The sight of that vast emptiness should make her feel insignificant and alone, but instead it makes her feel like a kid, learning the constellations in her back yard. A little more grounded than she'd been a moment before. She's aware that there's already someone in the room [wouldn't be much of an agent if she lost all her training under stress, would she?] but she gives herself a minute and some deep breaths with one hand on the window before she thinks about dealing with him.
You've been though way worse than this, honey.
Time to get moving, at least figuratively. She turns around to suss out the room's other occupant. There had been a truly stunning array of characters at the hub, so she braces herself for anything that might be staring back at her.
Anything but him. Apparently there's a billiard ball stuck in her throat, and all her deep breathing is instantly undone.
