the one with no title, but with five lava lamps (or how Root found herself with a collection of lava lamps)
A/N: First, I know I’m going to fuck up this post so I’m sorry in advance. I know html, but I don’t know tumblr. Second, a huge thank you to @kate-the-rabbit for her help and for the prompt. The prompt was “
Shaw coming home to the subway and finding Root has a collection of lava lamps
“ and that’s…not what I wrote. Because of personal issues, I gave up writing. Now I’m trying to start writing again so if you like what you read, leave a prompt.
Shaw comes back and Root only has one lava lamp.
That number will change in the following months.
Shaw wakes up to sheets that a) aren’t white and b) don’t
smell that fresh, and for a moment she thinks she’s inside a simulation. Her
heart rate goes up and for a moment (just one moment) she panics.
And then she sees Root stretching to the light of a lava
lamp in the middle of the room, headphones on, hair up in a messy ponytail, as
she tries (and succeed) to touch her knees with her head. She holds that
position long enough for Shaw’s body to start to ache.
“Hey,” Shaw says and when Root doesn’t hear her, she clearsher throat and tries again, but this time waving her hand.
“Hey, hey, Root.”
Shaw doesn’t know if she got her attention or if the Machine
told Root that she’s awake, but Root takes her headphones off and smiles, but
doesn’t stretch up. “You know, while you were away, I had to go undercover as a
prima ballerina and I must say, I was really good.”
6, 741 simulations and not once had Samaritan gotten Root
Shoot Hard! Time is running out to sign up for Shoot Secret Santa!
Sameen Shaw, primary asset of the Machine, tries to save her partner Root and several others with the help of New York detective Fusco that were taken hostage by British terrorist/Samaritan acolyte Greer during a Christmas party at the Nakatomi Plaza in Los Angeles.