Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an
undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years.
Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film
for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be
heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in
the story is lyrics.
Characters: husband!Jensen x
reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Dr. Maria Halstead (OC), Dr. Will Harold
(OC), Dr. Jason Xavier, Nurse Kelly and Sasha Words: 2078
I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie
Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I
simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel
either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs, images or gifs
in this either.
Warnings: Possible swearing, memory of torture, angst, FLUFF, hospital, mention of death and injuries.
Tagging a few at the end. Send an ask to be tagged, or request something.
The long awaited part 6! Guys there’s a lot of fluff! I was going to
not do what I did to end it but JENSEN IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS Y/N!
thanks for the lovely comments that made tear up and laugh so hard!
I’ll try and do this again but below are the lovely fans that said
something about part 5! Follow them! @bottlebrunettebarbie@humanandangel@humanandangel @awkward-s1tuat10ns
eyes fluttered open to see the bright lights in the white room. You
were in more pain than you ever remembered. The cuts were painful and
you knew your body was littered in a rainbow of bruises. You saw a nurse
with mocha skin humming as she fixed flowers in a vase before she
returned to see you panicking. You had noticed the tube going into your
throat that was now gagging you.
“Sh, calm down.” The nurses soothed, “I’ll call for the doctor and we can removed this.”
“H-hmph!” You choked.
“I’m Katherine.” The gorgeous nurse smiled as she pushed some hair off your forehead, “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
next half hour was tense and fast paced as you gulped water down still
feeling the tube being removed. Everything hurt and you couldn’t
remember the last few seconds in that building.
“Private Y/N Ackles.” You whispered closing your eyes tight, “Actually can you just call me Y/N…I do…I can’t.”
One Shot Sister Fic, Dean, Sam, John Summary: Reader gets hurt on a hunt and Sam and Dean have to take her to the hospital. Dean: 18 Sam: 15 Reader: 12 Warning: Language Word Count: 1504
======= Deans Pov
Shit. I thought as I drove a stolen car to the hospital. Shit. Dad is going to kill me. I should have kept a closer eye on Y/n before the Wendigo got to her. Before it kidnapped her and hung her up in its cave. Before she almost froze to death, while bleeding from the temple of her head. Now, she is in the back with a blanket around her while Sammy holds on tight to her, try and keep her warm. I’m about three miles away from the hospital when Sam starts panicking.
“Y/n? Y/n! Wake up! Stay with me, don’t close your eyes! Shit! Dean, she just passed out from the pain!”
I stepped on the gas and we got to the hospital in the next four minutes, which should have taken at least ten. I park the car, then run to the back and pick her up, bridal style while running into the hospital with Sam behind me.
Can you write a fic where Betty's mom dies/is sick/dying??
Sorry this took so long. Obviously there are warnings for the above.
Alice Cooper had been diagnosed with colon cancer in 2013. She decided to get checked after her sister had a scare - Astrid had called to tell her baby sister she had gotten the all clear from her doctor. Alice, however, was not so lucky.
Betty didn’t notice anything different in her behaviour. Alice was still strong-willed and tough and hell, still scary. She cooked every meal for her family and went to work and sang The Cure and George Michael songs when she thought nobody was around.
Alice learned she had to go get a section of her bowel removed to, hopefully, get rid of the cancer. She was back to herself in no-time.
After a few months, Alice learned that they didn’t get all the cancer. She and Hal sat Betty and Polly down at the kitchen table and explained that she was going to have Radiation therapy done in Syracuse. She’d have to stay for a couple nights, but it was no big deal, she claimed.
Betty remembered her mother coming home from her treatment. She seemed small and shaky, weak. But in the coming days, she seemed to gain her strength and sense of humor back.
After the first few weeks, Alice seemed to go back to her self. She went back to work, started to make big meals for the family, made cakes and cookies and made sure Betty and Polly did their homework.
Weeks passed normally, then months. Betty had all but forgotten that Alice was even sick. She never mentioned it, did all the things she used to do. She sang George Michael songs at the top of her lungs and made her famous peanut butter cookies bi-weekly.
Then, Alice came home from her bi-yearly check-up and sat Betty and Polly down at the table. Her cancer had spread. It was in her lungs and her kidneys.
Alice started chemo later that month in Greendale. Hal drove her once a week, every Wednesday.
She started to get smaller, more fragile. She stopped driving herself anywhere. She slept on the couch as to not wake Hal, but didn’t sleep very well - she was uncomfortable and up half the night coughing. She considered herself lucky in so far that she didn’t lose her hair, she wasn’t sick from the treatment.
She didn’t cook for the family anymore - when she did eat, it was tiny portions - that’s all she could manage, she said. She started to fall a lot - in the bathroom, the living room, the hallway. She stopped being able to lift things - even books got too heavy. Betty started to wash Alice’s hair for her, because lifting her arms over her head became too hard.
One day, Betty came home from school to find her father bent over the couch where Alice was lying.
“What’s going on?” Betty murmured, suddenly terrified. She dropped her school bag in the corner and faltered over to the couch.
Hal took Betty by the shoulder and steered her into the kitchen. “She took a turn after you left for school, Betty. Her breathing is shallow, I’ve called a nurse in to sit with her. They’re bringing a hospital bed in to put in the living room, to make her a bit more comfortable.”
Betty nodded and bit her lip to stop her eyes from tearing. She went into the living room and knelt down in front of her mom, grasping her hand. She sat there for hours.
The following Monday, Betty decided to stay home from school. Alice was lying in the hospital bed in their living room, sucking on a wet facecloth for moisture - that’s what she had been reduced to; her body couldn’t handle the amount of liquid in a water bottle.
A nurse by the name of Kelly was staying with Alice in the morning, a different nurse staying at night. Kelly told Hal that she probably had until the weekend.
That night, Betty told her parents she loved them, took a sleeping pill from the kitchen cupboard and padded up the stairs to go to sleep.
“Betty?” Hal knocked on Betty’s closed bedroom door.
She sprang upright in bed, sensing somehow that this was it. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, slid on her bunny slippers and swiped the sleep out of her eyes.
Betty plodded down the stairs and into the living room. Alice’s eyes were closed, laying on the hospital bed. She looked so tiny; so fragile. Nurse Kelly was sitting off to the side, trying to be as small and out of the way as possible.
“Mom?” Betty started, sitting down on the chair that was placed next to Alice’s bed. There was a lamp on above them, giving the living room an eerie glow. “I’m here.”
Hal placed a hand on Betty’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Hal murmured.
It took a second to sink in. Oh. She was already gone. She didn’t get to say goodbye.
“I’m sorry,” Hal said again.
Betty nodded. She looked at her mother. She looked the same as she did hours ago. Fragile, small, but she didn’t look dead. How were dead people supposed to look, anyway?
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there - people started coming through the front door to take Alice’s stats. Then they took her away in a gurney.
“I guess I should start calling people.” Hal whispered.
Betty just sat in the living room, listening to murmured conversations a few feet away.
“She was just so small in the end, you know?” Hal said into the phone. “I think she was down to 80 pounds in the end. Well, she was still beautiful to me.”
“Hearing her take her last breaths was so hard.” He said in the next conversation. “She sounded like she was struggling so badly. At least she’s at peace now.”
Betty stood up and took a deep breath. She staggered out of the living room and out the front door until she reached the curb. She pulled out her phone to text Archie, Veronica and Jughead to let them know what happened.
Betty wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging herself tightly so she wouldn’t fall apart - she could fall apart later, alone in her room. She had to be strong for her dad.
“Hey,” A voice said from behind her. Jughead plopped down on the pavement beside Betty and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“She’s gone, Jug.” Betty murmured.
He placed a kiss on her forehead and pulled her closely.
I’m sorry for all the inactivity, but I knew I needed to at least keep up the “stupid valentines” tradition! I love and miss you all! Hopefully my life will get back on track soon so I can get back to screencapping regularly… D:
BONUS: (because I know there are some Brice lovers out there…)
Macbeth: Jeff Docimo Lady Macbeth: Taylor Drury Macduff: Sam Asa Pratt Lady Macduff: Jenna Saccurato Duncan: Gino Grenek Malcolm: Casey Jordan Banquo: Brendan Duggan Bald Witch: Ryan VanCompernolle Boy Witch: Parker Murphy Sexy Witch: Emily Oldak Hecate: Mallory Gracenin Porter: JWW Agnes: Kristen Stuart Danvers: Debra Zalkind Speakeasy: Nick Dillenburg Fulton: Steven Apicello Taxi: Austin Tyson Matron: Tina Mitchell Nurse: Kelly Todd Man in Bar: Ben McHugh Woman in Bar: Ginger Kearns
Macbeth: EAM Lady Macbeth: Sarah Stanley Macduff: Austin Tyson Lady Macduff: Kelly Todd Duncan: JWW Malcolm: Nick Dillenburg Banquo: Daniel Staaf Bald Witch: Marissa Maislen Boy Witch: Steven Apicello Sexy Witch: Evelyn Chen Hecate: Mallory Gracenin Porter: Casey Jordan Agnes: Ida Saki Danvers: Jenna Saccurato Speakeasy: Amadi Washington Fulton: Colin Buckingham Taxi: Marc Cardarelli Matron: Ginger Kearns Nurse: Isabel Umali Man in Bar:
Woman in Bar: Tina Mitchell
Macbeth: Daniel Staaf Lady Macbeth: Annie Rigney Macduff: Austin Dale Tyson Lady Macduff: Andrea Farley Simota Duncan: John William Watkins Malcolm:Douglas Burkhardt Banquo: Amadi Washington Bald Witch: Sarah Stanley Boy Witch: Steven Apicello Sexy Witch:Evelyn Chen Hecate: Tori Sparks Porter: Nick Bruder Agnes Naismith: Taylor Drury Danvers: Debra Zalkind Speakeasy: Ernesto Breton Fulton: Assaf Salhov Taxi: Sam Asa Pratt Matron: Kate Douglas Nurse: Kelly Todd Man in Bar: Ben McHugh Woman in Bar: Ilana Gilovich / Ava Lee Scott
Could this have been the cast? It’s probably at least half right.
Macbeth: EAM Lady Macbeth: Annie Rigney Macduff: Casey?
Lady Macduff: Andrea Shimoda
Malcolm: Shane Jensen
Banquo: Daniel Staaf
Bald Witch: Sarah Stanley
Boy Witch: Steven Apicello Sexy Witch: Evelyn Chen Hecate: Francesca Harper
Porter: Austin Tyson?
Agnes: Kristen Stuart
Speakeasy: Ernesto Fulton: Nick Bruder
Taxi: Sam Asa Pratt
Matron: Ginger Kearns
Nurse: Kelly Todd
Went with my sister for her second ever visit - she was my companion on my first show back in August 2014. Brought my friend Jesse, who is fun to tap at the last minute to join me. Had a great time on fourth and fifth, so much so that I barely ever made it to the other floors (aside from a bit of time with Malcolm, plus Taxi’s end of show routines). Taxi’s end of show - squeezing tight then letting go at just the right moment - was the best end of show feels I’ve had since a similar situation with Mallory’s Hecate. Met @markeee99 and @stuffjanesays who were lovely company after the show. Lost another Malcolm feather. I swear I tuck them into pockets and yet they somehow vanish.
You were curled up on the floor of your grade’s hallway. The eighth grade hallway. The eighth grade team had made it that way so it was special. Only eighth graders were allowed in that hallway.
Sometimes, you liked it that way. Most of the time, you absolutely adored the fact that only the big kids of the school were permitted.
But today? Oh no.
You had decided to skip lunch and hang out in the eighth grade wing today. You never ate lunch at school, anyway. You always waited until you got home because your brother, Andy, was sure to have had prepared you a kickass meal. He was the best cook you’d ever met in your life.
Planning on studying, you definitely had not gotten what you wanted.
You were currently getting the shit beaten out of you by people in your group. They were in all of your classes.
“You like Zelda?! You realize that Zelda is for nerds?!” Josh, a basketball player, asked, kicking you repeatedly.
You groaned in response.
“You’re not a nerd, Y/N. You’re a suicidal emo slut!” another boy, Michael, told you.
Your head was bashed in by this point. You were bleeding from the mouth, stomach, head…basically everywhere.
You couldn’t move to defend yourself, or even move at all.
You continued to be brutalized by football players, basketball players, even a straight A student. Kicks, punches, and a ton of pressure reigned down on your fragile, 99 pound body. No, you were not anorexic. You were just really short.
“Harry Potter?! Anime?! Dork!”
You felt as if you were going to cough up a lung any second now.
Your vision began to blur, and the voices of the ones injuring you began to sound faint, as if they were all the way down in a different wing, shouting to you.
All of a sudden, you heard new voices. You didn’t recognize them at first, but they were the voices of your social studies and science teacher.
They had entered the wing to unlock their classrooms.
As soon as they saw what was going on, the two men sprinted down the hallway.
Almost instantly, the blows to your person halted.
You could just barely hear your science teacher shouting at the boys.
Your eyes began to close slowly. All the noise began to blend together.
Your social studies teacher gently lifted you from the ground and into his arms. You involuntarily flinched.
The rest of the grade started coming in from their mid-day talk that was held outside every day.
“JESSICA! CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!” your social studies teacher, Mr. James, shouted to your writing lab teacher.
She immediately whipped out her cellphone and dialed 911.
Mr. James moved the hair gently from your face and bounced you, hoping you wouldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t do that now. It might kill you.
“Hey, hey. Stay with me. Stay awake,” he instructed repeatedly, starting to carry you down the hallway.
The brown haired man took you outside and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
It was there in under five minutes.
Just as you were being lifted into the vehicle, it went dark.
It had been two weeks since you had been hospitalized. You had been in a coma ever since you closed your eyes.
When you got to the hospital, Andy was already there. One of the teachers had called him. Within the next day, your parents, Chris and Amy, were flown in from Cincinnati.
Your entire immediate family was currently in your hospital room.
Your mother was asleep on the hospital chair. She had barely slept since you were admitted.
Andy was lying in bed next to you, holding you as close as the machines you were connected to would allow.
Your father was out getting food for everybody.
Your older brother ran his fingers through your hair repeatedly with a sigh. How could anybody dare to treat his baby girl like that?!
You were unconscious, so you couldn’t hear his ranting.
“This is my baby,” Andy announced, “Mine. Nobody hurts my baby.”
The brunette pushed the button that called for a nurse. Soon enough, your nurse, Kelly, was in the room.
“Yes?” she asked the twenty-three year old.
“When the fuck will my sister wake up?! I’m fucking tired of this, man,” Andy stated, obviously very annoyed. The blonde that stood in front of him let out a breath.
“I don’t know when she’ll wake up, but I do know that her vitals are looking great,” Kelly informed him, glancing over at one of the machines.
Tears brimmed in the man’s eyes. All he wanted was to hear your sweet voice again. All he wanted was to squeeze you, and for you to squeeze back tighter.
“I’ll be back to inject more medication soon,” the nurse told him softly, followed by turning on her heel and walking out of the near completely white room.
Andy held you close to him, kissing your forehead gently.
“C’mon, babe. You know you’ve gotta wake up.”
The lead vocalist fixated his sight on your heart rate machine. It was steady, but it wasn’t beating as it would if you were conscious.
Andy began to silently count your heart beats, now glaring at the monitor so hard that if he could make it, it’d burst into flames.
Near deafening silence filled the hospital room. The threat of your death hung heavy in the air.
“NURSE!” your older sibling screamed, pounding on the call button with all of his might.
The noise caused Amy to wake up from her deep sleep.
“NURSE!” he bellowed once again.
Kelly rushed back in, and once she saw what was displayed, she screamed for doctors as loudly as she could.
In the midst of all the commotion, Chris walked back in the room with bags of McDonalds and a tray of assorted drinks.
“What in God’s name…”
Within ten seconds of Andy climbing off of the bed, your parents could see what was going on.
You continued to be unresponsive.
Andy breathed a sigh of relief as you were resuscitated. Your mother was now fully out of DreamLand and your father had just put together the pieces and it clicked in his brain what the hell had just happened to his baby girl, his only daughter.
The jolts of electricity had been enough to wake you from your unconscious state, and you slowly opened your eyes.
In the first few moments of your waking, you had no clue of anything that was going on around you. You didn’t know what had happened. You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t know who you were with. You didn’t even know who you were.
A pained groan found its way up your throat as you began to re-enter reality. Your beautiful blue orbs, courtesy of the lovely Amy Biersack, darted around the near pure white room.
You saw machines, a lot of white and more doctors than made you comfortable hovering over your teen body.
“I think she needs a bit of space, from, urh, strangers,” you heard a vaguely familiar deep voice inform the men in, shocker, white.
Who was that? You just know that you’ve heard that voice somewhere, but where?
Once the doctors backed off, and you were able to see a face, you recognized the voice instantly.
“H-Hi A-Andrew,” you smiled weakly.
Andy’s heart seemingly dropped seven stories when he heard your scratchy, hoarse, weak voice. It wasn’t the strongest, but it was yours. It was the voice of his beloved baby sister. His favorite person in the entire world.
“Hey, kiddo,” the tall man greeted with a shaky smile, sitting on your hospital bed, gently placing his hand on your leg.
He was so happy that you were finally awake.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” the singer asked in a concerned tone of voice.
“I…I f-feel like I was j-just run over by an eighteen wheeler t-truck,” you answered with blatant honesty.
“Understandable,” Andy said, a small smile forming on his lips.
He had always loved that about you, how you were always so blunt.
When Andy moved to lay down with you, you saw your parents. Amy was looking a mess. She would be drowning in her tears right now if she could.
“H-Hey parentals,” you addressed, cracking a grin.
Even though it caused you a ton of pain, you still held your arms out for the redhead that stood in front of the bed.
“Come…Come h-here mommy,” you invited.
Amy came forward and you hugged her as tightly as you could without hurting yourself, which was pretty gently, if you were being honest.
“It’s o-o-okay mommy, I’m a-awake now,” you smiled in attempt to make her feel better.
Amy shakily grinned, gently kissing your forehead.
“I k-know you are, beautiful. That’s why I’m crying.”
Once everything had calmed down and everybody had come to terms with your state of being conscious, you laid with Andy, watching your favorite YouTubers, V Squared, on Andy’s iPad. They were relatively new, only starting YouTube at the beginning of the current year.
You had strategically placed your head on the singer’s chest so that you could be comfortable and still hear and see Vinny and Luke.
Your parents had gone to get dinner for all of you, so you were alone with your older brother.
“Remember to subscribe, give this video a big thumbs up, and we’ll see you next week!” Luke smiled in his dreamy British accent.
Once the video had ended, Andy looked over at you.
“Y/N?” he asked.
“Can you tell me…Can you tell me what happened that day? When you got admitted? Your social studies teacher called and all he told me was that you were found getting the crap kicked out of you in the hall.”
You sighed, which caused you extreme pain as at least five of your ribs were cracked. Did you really have to talk about this?
“They told me that I was nerdy, Andrew. They hit me and kicked me and told me that I’m a suicidal emo slut,” you whispered.
That second comment was actually partially true, as you had attempted to kill yourself two times in the past because you couldn’t take the bullying. That was the reason your parents decided to let you live with Andy, to get you away from it. Obviously, that plan failed big time.
“Oh my poor baby,” the blue-eyed man sympathized.
He kissed your forehead gently and then pulled away to gaze into the eyes that matched his perfectly.
“You are none of those things, honey. Absolutely none of it. You’re not ‘nerdy’ for liking certain things. Even if you like Zelda, anime, Harry Potter, whatever. You’re not. And you are definitely not a ‘suicidal emo slut’ or a ‘freak’ just because you tried to cope with a hard time. I got bullied too, sweetiepie. Although I didn’t try to deal with it the way that you have in the past, that doesn’t mean that I don’t understand. I do. But you know what? Their opinions don’t matter in the least. Their opinions are worthless. The only opinion that matters, in the end, is yours. The only opinion that counts? Not mine, not mom or dads, not theirs. Yours. Even if our opinions may factor into the way that events in your life occur, yours is the one that is truly going to help you. Yours is the one that will give you the most strength and determination to get you what you want in life. And no matter what happens, or what you do in life, just remember that I will always love you. Mom and Dad too. We will always be there for you and we will always have your back one hundred fucking percent. That is the most important thing. Knowing that you have people to back you up and to love you unconditionally. We will try to help you in any way we can, even if that means my dropping my career for a little while to homeschool you, or your moving back to Cincy for a bit. Whatever it takes, you will get better and one day you will be happy. I care about you, young lady, way too much not to see that happen.”
Tears brimmed in your breath-taking eyes as Andy’s mini-speech concluded. Somebody actually thought that you were worth the time of day. I mean, you knew that they had your back, but to hear it was just so reassuring to you. It meant that everything would be okay. You had people that would be there for you forever.
You threw your arm over your brother to give him a makeshift hug.
He smiled wide and hugged you back very carefully.
A comfortable silence hung in the clean air as the pair of you simply laid there, taking in all of what had happened, what had just been said. Without words, it had been agreed upon that that’d be the way it stayed until Chris and Amy returned. It was the best decision that’d been made in awhile.
How Jarvis the cross-eyed cat was left to die by his first owner – but was rescued and is now a heart stealer
When this cross-eyed cat was abandoned by his owners on the side of the road as a kitten his chances of survival looked slim.
But Jarvis P. Weasley, whose eyes look inward, is now enjoying a new lease of life after an animal lover rescued him and nursed him back to health.
The five-year-old is named after glasses-wearing Pulp front man Jarvis Cocker and fictional Harry Potter character Ron Weasley who is ginger.
Jarvis P. Weasley was found when he was four weeks-old by an animal centre in California, and subsequently fostered by cat-mad Daria Kelly.
His arrival in Ms Kelly’s house was only meant to be temporary, but the cross-eyed kitty has now become a permanent member of the family.
She said: “I just remember him standing out because, though he was very sick, he always seemed so happy, and his face never fails to make me smile. One day I was watching him jump for joy in his cage, seemingly over nothing. I took it to be pure happiness. I waited until the sick kittens that I was fostering at my home were well, and then I took him to foster - but he ended up staying permanently.”
At the time Jarvis was rescued by Oakland Animal Services in California, Ms Kelly was volunteering alongside Amber Holly, one of the veterinary technicians.
Remembering the day he came into their lives, Amber said: “Jarvis came in a cross-eyed, snot-nosed, squinty yet adorable mess, but sadly kittens with an upper respiratory at a government shelter do not last long. Daria was a volunteer at the time and she agreed to foster him for Saving Grace Rescue while he was treated so that he wouldn’t be euthanised at the shelter. He captured Daria’s heart and was permanently signed over to her after being neutered.”
Despite his tempestuous early years, Jarvis doesn’t appear to hold any grudges.
“He is so happy-go-lucky! He has always had a zest for life, even when he was tiny and sick. He’s cuddly, playful, mischievous and very friendly,” said Daria. “I often use him for introductions to new fosters because he is so personable and non-threatening.”
After spending over 30 years working in the music industry it was inevitable that Ms Kelly would name one of her pets after a rock star.
However, after fostering almost 200 cats, a few dozen dogs and one tarantula in the last 12 years, the time has now come for her to change careers and study to become a veterinary nurse herself.
Ms Kelly, who believes this new job has always been her destiny, said: “In my youth I was always going to be a vet, but life happened and I took a detour. I’m just a tad more rock and roll now and the cats have an extensive record collection to peruse!”
Prompt: Owen and Amelia's daughter has her first period, and only Owen is there to handle it
No Longer Our Little Girl
It was supposed to be a long day at school for 12 year old Charlotte Addison Hunt, a day jam packed with lessons and extra curricular activities. She could barely focus on all her classes. Usually, she would be sitting in front of the class- taking notes and eagerly absorbing every single detail her teacher was saying. She wanted to be the top of her class, and she would do whatever it took to be the top. But today, she just couldn’t concentrate on what her teachers were saying. Their words were bouncing off the walls and falling on deaf ears.
The cramping pain in her stomach which started since that morning certainly wasn’t helping. It was just a slight pain initially but throughout the course of the day- the pain just got worse. She remained silent the whole day, answering her best friend Kelly’s questions in just one word syllables. Usually she would be the one doing most of the talking when the both of them were together, but today the roles were reversed.