Poor Timing

[rhiannon_lee]

“Cian, it’s me….

I’m okay.

I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I know I broke my promise. I just had a chance and I couldn’t turn my back on it. Well, I didn’t turn my back on it. I think ‘couldn’t’ is probably a lie.

Anyway, I’m safe. It’s a long story but my car’s still in Searchlight. I hitched a ride back to it, but when I got there I just couldn’t make myself get out of that guy’s truck, I don’t know why, so I’m standing outside a motel in Needles, California, which is every bit as shitty as you might imagine.

I’ve been here a couple of days. It’s quiet. Lots of trucks and trains going by but that’s it.

I really m—

God.

I miss you.

And I love you, okay?

I’ll talk to you soon, bye.”

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[cian_oneill]

Cian stood in the phone box, the sound of his home phone not ringing first telling him there was a message on the machine. He pressed the button and waited, then the sound of her voice came down the line to him.

Needles, California.

His fingers tightened on the frame of the door as he listened to the rest of her message.

He hung up the handset, picked it up again and called directory assistance, scribbling down a few names, and leaving a message at the one who acknowledged the Slayer's name.

He pulled a map from his pannier and spread it out on the outside of the phone box. It took a while to locate it, and he did some calculations in his head before slipping the refolded map back into the pannier. A few second later a small puff of settling dust was all there was on the side of the road where the Were had been.