walks_two_paths | Secluded Part Of The Beach, Early Monday Morning

Savannah hadn't returned to the Lighthouse after it was deemed safe for all of the refugees to leave the safety of Special Collections. There was the whole thing where she wanted to give Sean and Annja some privacy for their reunion. She'd hated seeing her brother looking so haunted and numb after he lost his wife, and she had been powerless to help him. The least she could do is give them some privacy.

She could see people all around her running about and being happy that they were alive again or excited because they had found out that people they loved were coming back into existence.

It was just like she had told Isabel, the people on the island were always brought back because those were the rules. By her logic, anyway.

God, she was exhausted, mentally and physically.

She wandered down to the beach to climb up onto one of the rocks. She needed some time to get her emotions back under control before she could go anywhere. She wasn't going to ask Wyatt to orb her to New York, because if everything she loved was still gone, she didn't know how she was going to be able to deal with it. Besides, Isabel and Wyatt had loved ones that they needed to check on, as well.

When she heard her phone ringing in her bag, she was almost afraid to answer it.

[[OOC: Open, but the Johnny thread takes place last. Johnny played for me by

snarkyhealer.]]

Current Mood: worried

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If there was one thing Johnny regretted, it was the fight to begin with. If there was another thing he regretted, it was that he hadn't told Savannah he loved her, like he always did.

Which was why, as soon as he had the chance, he was calling her.

"C'mon, pick up," he muttered as he paced, waiting.

Savannah stared at the ring cell phone in her hand before she answered it.

"H-Hello?" You'll have to forgive her for her voice being all kinds of shaky. She's had a bad few weeks.

"I love you."

He was a firm believer in not beating around the bush, so of course he'd come right out and say it. Besides, they were words he enjoyed saying to her.

"J-Johnny?" Savannah closed her eyes, trying to fight back tears. "I thought ... I thought I'd never hear your voice again."

Johnny frowned at that. "I know we fought, but that doesn't mean I was never going to speak to you again. You know that. We always make up."

Not that he liked the fighting, but he liked knowing they were secure enough in each other to always make up.

"I love you, too." That was probably a lot more teary than he would have liked to hear from her. Savannah swallowed. "Johnny, love, you've been missing for a few weeks. What is the last thing that you remember?"

"We were trying to save a planet," Johnny said, thinking for a second. "There was this darkness that was eating everything."

His protective instincts were kicking in, but he pushed them down for the moment in favor of saying, "Tell me what's going on, Savannah. Please?"

Savannah knew that she wasn't helping his protective instincts, but it had been a hard few weeks and an even harder couple of days.

"Long story short. The world was ending ... being wiped out and people were being erased from memory, time and space. The only safe place was Fandom and Wyatt rescued me and brought me here. Then, Fandom was attacked and the only safe place was the school, and then finally Special Collections in the library. But ... we fixed. We were able to bring everyone and everything back." A sob escaped her. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

Yes, Johnny, your girl had just gone through hell.

"It sounds to me like you and I deserve some time alone, then," Johnny said, his voice low and soothing. "I give a mean cuddle, you know that."

Their cuddling tended to devolve into sex, but it wouldn't this time. He knew she needed the reassurance more than she needed anything else.

Tears started sliding down Savanah's face as her hand tightened on the phone. "I thought I'd lost you."

"But you didn't," he soothed. "You didn't. I'm right here, Savannah. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I love you," he said again. Because really, it was one of those things you couldn't say enough.

"I love you, too. I love you so much. And I know you are but..." She swallowed. "Remember when I was lost in the past? You said those three days were some of the worst of your life. This time, it was worse because you've been gone for three weeks, Johnny."

Three weeks of hell, of trying to keep everything under control so that she could help others here and not break completely.

Johnny didn't know what to do, what to say. His girl had gone through hell and there was nothing he could do to make any of it better for her.

"Come home," he said after a moment. "We'll cuddle, watch bad TV, order take out, have a night just for the two of us."

Secluded Part Of The Beach, Early Monday Morning

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