[GP] All we can do is learn to swim

[st_oriedqueen]

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. - Vicki Harrison

"You're sure?" Regina already knew the answer but demanding that Sam tell her what she already knew satisfied something petty in her. Or maybe just something hurt that hoped he'd have a different answer than her locator spell had already provided.

"Yeah." Sam half-rolled his eyes at her as he leaned across the pink bar counter to grab bottles of beer from the Silver Bar ice bin -- probably the results of Rebekah's last work-effort at the Inn -- for himself and his newly arrived companion.

Briefly, Regina considered burning a hole in the seat of his jeans, but it wouldn't bring Rebekah or any of the absent ones back. Instead, she took refuge in straightening her A-line and walking around the stylish counter Sam lay across like he was surfing the waves of grief. She took down a bottle of pointlessly pricey champagne, and then found the precise cut-crystal glasses Rebekah and Miss Fisher had preferred for their afternoon indulgences. She poured herself a glass and one for the person who dared her openly bitter expression.

"So who all are we missing?" they both said at once, glared at each other and sighed. They both knew the answers, in their own way and for their own reasons. And neither of them wanted to say.

Rebekah Mikaelson. Henry Winchester. Jack Robinson. Phryne Fisher. Dorothy Williams. Angua von Uberwald. Jaime Vegas. Harry Dresden. Lydia Martin. Raleigh Becket. Yasmeen. Joanna Beauchamp. Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan. Lindsey McDonald.

"Grief is like the ocean," Sam clearly quoted from some fucking where, and Regina tuned him out until he added, "All we can do is learn to swim. Rebekah told me that."

Now Regina rolled her eyes; they weren't friends. "Shut up, Sam."

Comments

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_everybodylives]

"I've never been very good at stealth." She was simply unwilling to even attempt it.

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

"Everyone has their niche." Kitty's had always been infiltration. If they needed someone flashy upfront that was what Ro or Jean or Warren were for.

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_everybodylives]

A truer statement River wasn't sure she'd ever heard.

"And mine happens to be loud, and a little.. obvious."

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

"Someone's got to distract the guards, and somehow I doubt anyone's much better at it than you."

Perhaps Miss Fisher had been as good, but not better. Definitely.

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_everybodylives]

"What is it they say? Necessity is the mother of invention?" She was extremely good at distracting guards, with or without hallucinogenic lipstick. She could also carry out a long con (or a short one) as needed. Really she was a one woman crime spree most days.

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

"That sounds like a story for a different day," Kitty replied as she glanced across the bar. She'd been talking long enough that a few people's drinks had gotten low. "I should do the only useful thing I can today and pour alcohol."

Re: Tag Kitty

[st_everybodylives]

"I think there are probably any number of things you can do today, but don't let me keep you." River raised her glass and smiled at her friend.