Clara heard the doorbell ring, followed by someone tapping on the glass of the front door. She quickly walked to the door, pulling it open to reveal a large number of people. “…Hi,” she began. There was no way they were all there for her. “Are you all looking for someone?” She was a bit confused, but tried to hide it with a smile.


Stephen hated how out of place he felt around the ARC building these days. Everyone seemed to have a job to do and a place to be, and the metaphorical walking dead didn’t belong here. It still astounded him that everyone had been allowed to believe he’d died, that there had even been a funeral while he was merely laid up in hospital. He should have died, but apparently he was too stubborn even for that.

Today, not really paying attention to where his feet took him, he ended up in the command centre where a young girl was tapping away at keyboards and monitoring various screen, relaying information to the relevant people via the comm system. She was so absorbed in her job that she hadn’t even noticed him yet. Unlike certain people he could probably name, Stephen knew well enough not to interrupt, so instead, he stood silently, watching her work, making a point to be in her line of sight so as not to startle her, should she look up from her screens.

youngforatechgirl asked:

Please don't die

The young girl was one of Abby’s best friends. One of the few girls on the team…part of the family. But a bug had gotten her and Becker couldn’t stand the sight. So Abby held her in her arms, refusing to let herself cry. Not in front of Jess. She had to be strong…she was supposed to…

“Hey, hey…Matt’s gonna get you an epi-pen, it’ll be okay…” Abby whispered soothingly, her voice cracked. “Promise. We wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you…”

But the girl didn’t say anything. Just shivered and coughed. 

“You and Becker will get to be happy, I swear. You two will date and it’ll be great…” She mumbled, not even sure if Jess could hear her. “He really loves you, you know…well, you don’t…but he does…”

But despite all her wishes, all her hopes…Matt was too late…and Abby was stuck, holding the dead body of one of her best friends.

“Jess…please…I’ll let you buy me any outfit you want, just don’t be dead. You can’t…”

It was movie night and Jess had already been exhausted from her work, Abby told the woman over and over to just go to bed, that her and Connor would switch on a different movie if she minded so much, but the woman insisted. 

It had been no more than twenty minutes when Jess laid her on Abby’s lap, as if she was a little child and fell into a deep sleep. Abby could only look at Connor and smirk. “Told her so,”

+comescomitis, youngforatechgirl

The bell went off above the door, indicating someone’s very unwanted entrance into the shop-gallery-library-torture chamber thing. This was happening too much for his liking; humans just wandering in. It was strange. And very unwelcome. Maybe it would be better for business if he let customers buy things, and hence quite literally make a deal with the devil - but no, he had demons for that (demons meaning Crowley - none of the others were very good at it) and he hated customers.

Lucifer gave a long suffering sigh that was entirely unwarranted, shot a glare towards the front of the shop, and stepped out from the back room. He snapped his fingers. Sympathy for the Devil stopped playing. An eyebrow raised; he looked towards the woman who had just stepped in, lips tugging downwards slightly. “We’re closed.”

youngforatechgirl found you lurking about

Charlie poked his head around a corner and was surprised to find a large room, lab tables around the walls and a huge set of computer systems near the back. Impressive.

He was about to back away, hoping he hadn’t disturbed anyone, when he bumped into someone behind him. “Christ, I’m sorry!” he said, turning around with wide eyes. Human. Normal. Human.