JLA Watchtower RPG - Worst Nightmares.
Worst Nightmares.
After being briefed on events around the world, the number of dead and dying, and how the virus was manufactured to begin with, Gar leaves the Titans meeting early.

The rest of the meeting seems to be just the usual motivational speeches and the like, to inspire the team to roll with punches and keep on going, and the congratulatory speech for the efforts during the crisis.

But Gar, he can't hear a thing, and the silence is deafening.

His mouth has gone dry, despite his efforts to swallow away a lump in his throat that feels like it's the size of a golf ball.

His face is a shade of pale green, and he struggles to get back to his room steadily, grabbing the doorway as he stumbles.

Once inside, he falls onto the bed like someone just knocked him out.

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alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 12:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Sometime, during the night, she sneaks into his room. She's got to make sure he's okay.

He's not. He's curled in a tight little ball on the far side of the bed, muttering something she can't make sense out of.

However, there is room on the bed, and she's dog-tired enough to think it's a good idea.

She covers him with one of the blankets, takes another, and curls up with him, just holding him.

"Shhh...Gar. You're not alone."

She needs this as badly as he does - both the sleep and the knowing there's someone else near.
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Gar doesn't look like his usual happy wiseass self. Far, far from it.

His brows are knitted, eyes moist, looking past everything, blinking, unable to believe what he was told.

"It can't be right...it can't be...it's my fault...it's all...all of this...dead...they're all dead...!"

Gar struggles, fighting the urge to just completely fall apart right there and then, held in her arms.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 04:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Huh? What are you talking about, Gar? I don't understand."
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
He swallows, his emotions on the brink, struggling to explain it clearly.

"My D.N.A...was the...the...foundation for...all of this...this...I..."

Gar covers his face as he finally cracks, bursting into guilt wracked tears, shaking with his sobs.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 08:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
"WHAT?!" Her jaw flops, and she hugs him tighter. "YOU made this plague? But, you...No..."

She doesn't get it, but he can't be left alone like this. He's freaking out enough to hurt himself.
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 08:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
He's still crying his eyes out, definitely upset, wracked by guilt. He can't fully regain control, but he talks to her between sobs.

"It...it was...a mix...all of us...but...but the founda...foundat..."

He holds Aurora tightly, bursting into tears again, practically falling to bits in her arms.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
She has plenty of questions, but those are not important. If the Titans dropped this bombshell on him and excpected things to be cool, they must have had a serious brain fart.

"Gar, stay with me, okay? I...don't want to lose you. Someone used you to make this thing, am I right? Did...did you agree for this to be done to you?"

She isn't even sure she would leave if the answers are "yes." "Mother Jones," a famous activist, had a saying - "Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living."
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 09:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
His face is buried in Aurora's shoulder.

"S-so...so many bod..."

He trails off, visibly shivering.

At the question of if he agreed, he stares at her with suprised shock.

"N-no! It...it was an attah-attacker!"

He sniffs, trying to be useful, despite his continued barrage of tears, his eyesight slightly blurred, holding Aurora like she's the last thread of sanity he has.

"My f-finger was...was cut off. She took it..."
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
She has the benefit of being numbed by shock, still. That, and she had turned off the TV, drawn the curtains, and blocked out the world other than the hotel while this thing rampaged. Aurora didn't look in the street to see bodies, or watch the news. She cried her eyes out during those long periods alone, or tried to sing Dead and Dylan songs just to get herself up because there were still people alive.

She says the only thing she can think of.

"Gar...Do you think that I deserved what happened? The lab and all?"
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 09:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
He looks up, sniffing, shaking his head, slightly puzzled by the question.

alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 09:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Those guys attacked you, took something from you...violated you, Gar. Just like the guys who did what they did to me. And I still don't know the why. It's possible...oh, shit...it's just as much possible that I had a hand in this, too. Or, they're going to do something else that's horrible."

She shudders, trying not to think too much about that prospect.

"Gar, they used you, but that doesn't mean you're responsible for this. Whoever held you down and hurt you - THOSE are the bastards. You were there, with me. You were hauling the ice and brewing the tea. You were putting the sheets on folks when I wasn't strong enough."

"If you were responsible - truly responsible - for this shit, you wouldn't have done that."

Aurora doesn't know if it'll make him feel any better - probably not, but she has to be the strong one this time.
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 09:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
He doesn't know how exactly, but her words just explained away most of the pain he had felt at the guilt he had incorrectly put on his shoulders, removing most of the weight that had been crushing him unbearably.

He lets out a small, nervous laugh, relaxing slightly, leaning forward.
He closes his eyes and kisses her, arms holding her close, hugging her warmly, body conveying the love and gratitude that words would fall way too short of.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 09:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aurora did not realize how badly she NEEDED this kind of contact, just to remind herself she's still alive.

It's close to feral, the way she's kissing him back.
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
He gasps in suprise, but makes no attempt to stop her at all, perhaps a muffled hum of pleasure.

In fact, he replies in kind, kissing her passionately, his mind swimming.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 10:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
She's feeling quite dizzy herself, and part of her hopes she's doing the right thing and not taking advantage. Most of the rest just needs to comfort and be comforted.

They're kissing for a long time. Shirts have been hiked up. Things are going to get carried away very soon if they aren't careful. Not like she minds, but...

"Gar...you up for this?"
gar_logan From: gar_logan Date: September 10th, 2005 10:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
He snaps out of his trance, looking into her eyes lovingly, pondering the question.

If it had happened while he has guilt ridden, he would have said no, but Aurora has done so much for him, been there for him, hasn't deceived him nor lied to him...

He nods, resting his forehead to hers, hands holding her sides, smiling slightly.

"Mmm-hmm...yes." He clarifies.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 10th, 2005 10:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
She grins and gestures to the toiletry bag on the floor. She hadn't quite made it to her own quarters yet. "Good. Protection's in the bag."

They're kissing again, pausing only long enough to work off their shirts...

*Fade out*
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JLA Watchtower RPG
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