Thursday Night: Moira and Jennie

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Jennie has a Moment. Luckily, Moira is there.



Normally she could take it. She could take it and take it and take it and not feel a thing. But now she felt raw, like her defense sheilds were down. The smallest things were irritating her. Like Jamie. For some reason he annoyed the hell out of her tonight. Normally she didn't mind him at all. The scrambled eggs comment was what did her in. Jennie barely made it to an unused portion of the medlab before she broke down. She muffled her sobs with her hands and sank down by the wall.

Moira had been watching everyone closely but especially the ones that Marius was very close to. Out of all of them, Forge with his powers was the easiest one to help. Distract and distract until he couldn't think and worry. But she'd been worried about Jennie since the email and had been glad she'd spotted the exchange on the journals during a quick break to eat. It had taken her a few minutes to find the younger girl but when she did, she made a beeline for her. "Jennie..."

Jennie curled inward, towards the wall. She didn't want to see anyone. She wanted to be alone. She took a few ragged breaths to try to stop crying, but that only made the sobs harder.

"'Tis okay ta let it go," Moira said softly, dropping down to her knees next to Jennie. One hand reach out to her shoulder but it was obvious she wasn't going to rush her if she didn't want to be rushed. "I'm 'ere for ye, ye dinnae 'ave ta keep it all in."

Jennie shuddered. "It's my fault." she gasped out. "I shoulda gone with him." She should have been there. Always when she was needed, she was out doing other things. She remembered the coppery smell from her apartment in Nevada. The a.c. hadn't been on. The air had been thick with it. The same smell that surrounded Marius' room. She gasped and retched.

There was no time to grap a trash can, so Moira just reached out to support Jennie as she got sick, one arm holding her up while the other kept the hair from her face. When everything started to settled down, she said gently but firmly, "Nay, 'tis nay yer fault. We dinnae know wha' 'ad 'appened but there's a good chance tha' if it 'ad, ye would 'ave been caught up in it. 'Tis nay yer fault."

Jennie wiped her mouth with her hand and looked up at Moira. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "This is the third time something like this has happened." Julia. Mom. "I don't want him to die." She whispered quietly.

"Marius isnae goin' ta die." That much they had confidence in. "Jay an' Kyle did a fantastic job gettin' ta 'im in time ta gave him their 'ealin' factor an' while he's in a great deal o' pain, he will pull through. Ye can believe me on tha'." With a sigh, Moira shifted slightly to get them a little bit away from where Jennie had gotten sick and opened her arms a little bit more. "Come 'ere, ye look like ye could do wit' a proper one o' these."

Jennie became aware of what she'd been sitting in. Horrified, she drew away. "I'm all sticky." She mumbled, humilated.

At that, Moira smiled a little bit. "We'll get ye cleaned up an' then put some food an' drink inta yer stomach, make sure everythin's settled."

Jennie nodded, and pulled herself up shakily, using the wall for support. Then without warning she grabbed onto Moira and held on tightly.

Holding on just as tightly, she kept murmuring, "It'll be alright" over and over again in the hopes that it would be believed.

Jennie nodded into Moira's shoulder. She took a couple of ragged breaths. "Yeah." She said. "Yeah."

Keeping an arm looped loosely around Jennie's waist, Moira started to lead her away. "A shower an' a change o' clothes will 'elp an' so will food," she said firmly, making a note to get everything cleaned up in a few minutes. "An' I can keep ye company if ye want."

Jennie let herself be lead away. She felt absolutely drained. "Okay." Tomorrow she'd probably really embarassed about this. Thankfully, it was Moira. And Moira was good at things like keeping secrets. "Thank you." Jennie said thickly. "Don't tell no one about that." She waved a hand at the corner.

"Nay anythin' ta worry about tha'. While ye get in th' shower, I'll clean it up myself." Thinking, she smiled a little bit. "Did I ever tell ye th' story o' how I got sick all over Nathan's shoes when we were first gettin' ta know each other? An' it was completely all my fault?" Jennie, she figured, could do with a distraction. And it never hurt to know that you weren't the only one who did things that embarrased you later on.

Jennie managed a small giggle. "No, he never did."