64OK, I've decided to give this a bit of a test run. Bear with me- I'm setting up the original character and her interactions with everyone before I get into any of the actual episodes. It's starting in Season One, and as of right now, I can tell you this much about my story: The episodes will most definitely be written out of order. Because I feel like doing it like that.
The Pilot Episode and The Man In The Bear have already happened.
Zach reconstructed his first skull before The Man In The S.U.V., but that particular episode has not happened yet.
In fact, most of the episodes will not occur until after The Man In The Fallout Shelter. Sorry if it's unclear, but you can pretty much assume this story is AU because of how skewed the timeline is.
I AM NOT CURRENTLY WRITING TO ANY OF THE EPISODES- The episodes will have their own chapter titles, so you will know when I do start writing them.
Man, that was long. Ok. Now on to the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Day One
Blue and red make purple. Red and yellow make orange. Yellow and blue make green. Green and blue make turquoise… Her hand gripped the arm rest tighter, and she gritted her teeth together, realizing that she was failing horribly at distracting herself.
The plane dipped smoothly to the right, and she stifled a gasp as her stomach left her body behind. Her eyes darted to the window, and she made herself relax one limb at a time as the lights of nighttime DC streamed lazily beneath her.
This part, she acknowledged, was beautiful. The stars above clear as ever, motionless as far as she was concerned; and the city lights below that squinted and wavered about in their many colors.
Her favorite ones were the cars, and DC had a hell of a lot of them.
The plane landed without incident, thank God, she thought to herself. There had been one time, on one of her numerous flights into Salt Lake, that the pilot had suddenly leaned to one side and jerked the plane back into position at the last minute. Ever since, she'd had an uncontrollable fear of landing.
Her friends had made questionable jokes about alcohol and doing barrel rolls that she had found funny enough to laugh at; but even with their attempts at making light of her flying fiasco, she had still felt adrenaline coursing through her for hours after checking into her hotel.
Today's flight had been uneventful, not even light turbulence, and she was miles beyond thankful. Her normal flights were only an hour or two long, but this one was all the way across the country and so had taken her roughly five hours (not including the two hour delay before take off); she wasn't certain she would have been able to handle anything going even slightly awry without the need for drinks. Which was inadvisable. She was alone today. In a brand new city. Being plastered was definitely inadvisable.
For such a large city the airport was dead; she'd thought it would be bustling with people, even at two in the morning, but what did she know.
The conveyor belt kept pushing the same, sad luggage around- two red cases and one floral print. And none of them were hers.
"How, exactly, do you loose luggage on a flight that has no stops or connections? At an airport that has two other flights leaving at the same time?" She was mild when she asked at customer service, but even so, she felt a tad guilty- it wasn't like the lady behind the counter had personally lost her luggage.
"We will do our best to relocate your luggage, ma'am," she started at being called ma'am, she wasn't even twenty three yet, "if we could have some information in regards to contacting you? If your luggage does not show up you will be compensated for two hundred dollars," the information lady gave a smile, her bright red lipstick jarring against her pale skin.
With a sigh and a nod, she gave the lady her cell number and the address of her new apartment; she was just going to have to wear the same clothes to work in the morning.
The taxi ride to the apartment had been surprising, but only in the sense that the driver was no where near as terrifying as the ones in Philadelphia; she didn't know if she was disappointed or not, but either way it gave her more opportunity to study the city as it unfolded about her.
She was happy to have arrived at such an odd hour, it made her feel like she was getting to know the city personally; like it was showing itself to just her. Showing off parts of itself proudly, not unlike a child would show off school projects and drawings they pinned to the refrigerator. It brought a smile to her face, but still, she was undecided about how well she would like her year long stay.
The apartment was tiny, which wasn't a big deal since it was just her, but it also had a faint smell to it that she didn't want to try and identify. There was a leak in the kitchen that she knew she wouldn't even bother complaining about, it looked as if it had been there for a very long time. The walls were a faded yellow and cracked in the corners, and the couch that came with the apartment sagged in the middle.
Apparently, this was home. And the saddest part of the day was that the couch actually looked comfortable after such a long day.