PSL :: Unbalanced

[agentx13]

Sharon is up early the next morning. She's careful not to wake Jason, but she doubts she'll succeed. Jason would be an excellent agent, if he ever had the inclination to be one.

She silently makes her way through the cave, ducking into the neighboring cavern that leads outside and walking barefoot out to the edge of the foliage. The brush is thicker here; she can barely see thirty feet. She doubts anyone is watching them. God, this is a good place to be. She lifts her face to the sun and takes a moment before moving into the trees, on the lookout for fruits and vegetables. The cave has to have a food source nearby somewhere.

She won't be able to present a great breakfast to Jason, but maybe she'll be able to offer something edible that doesn't come out of a can.

It isn't long before she returns to the cave with a handful of rose apples and a couple pomelos.

Comments

[hoodforhire]

Truth be told (and he wouldn't ever let it show, but) Jason had a decent night's sleep. Despite waking on several occasions in a cold sweat as per usual and more than a few times checking that Sharon was still beside him and reminding himself they were on the run, he got a few hours worth of REM to hold him over. Considering he hadn't slept in days, maybe not really well since Sharon appeared in his universe, it was just the respite he needed.

Still, waking to find the bed empty wasn't a warming notion. Fear and guilt and anger coursed through Jason's body. He sprang out of bed with a wince and barely got into his pants by the time Sharon was coming in with food.

With a sigh, he ran both hands through his hair, leaving his pants unzipped because hell if he isn't glad enough to see her that nothing else matters. "Jesus. Leave a note next time."