1.06, The Shepherd

She has to walk away before she falls apart in front of him, too.


(That's okay, she told David. It's everything but.)



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1.06, The Shepherd

"Rough day?"

Dr. Whale's voice invaded her careful study of the Peridot ring on her finger. Not that she was actually looking at it. She rarely did. She was looking at it and turning it, because it helped her feel less like she was going to break into pieces that couldn't hold steady on the bar stool.

She'd been such a fool. To hope. To believe. That David, of all people.

And then to have him show up here, while she was like this?

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Between 1.06 (The Shepherd) and 1.07 (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter)

Her alarm went off, and she groped on the bed table for it, squinting to spot the red electronic numbers and sighed with relief with the jarring sound silenced. Her head felt like she rolled something over it, or through it, and as she curled up to her pillow the sleepy confusion about that fled too quickly.

She remembered.


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1.06, The Shepherd

She was waiting. She could hardly hold still.

The whole world seemed full of colors she'd never seen before.
She could hardly remember ever feeling this happy, this free, before.





Even that he's, Mary Margaret checked her watch again, twenty-two minutes late can't touch it.