geeky_agent | OOM: Will you be in our arms tonight?

July 16, 2012
1:52 AM

For the first time in her life, Chris was grateful for infomercials.

All the network channels, all the news channels were reporting on the nuke. The channels that weren't had updates scrolling at the bottom of the screen and the only exceptions were the kid channels and a few of the MTV channels. She tried watching MTV, they had changed their regular rotation for a carefully-selected roster of videos with songs that were "somber" enough to reflect the mood of the country. Some were the kind of cheesy pap that Chris had expected and could ignore but some weren't and halfway through the third (or fifth) video she changed the channel.

The only thing she wanted right now was to not think about anything. When they arrived at Michelle's house, it was after 10PM and she went straight upstairs to the guest room. When she wasn't crying, when she didn't have that nauseating feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, she was just tired.

But she couldn't sleep, not when the same questions kept playing in her mind. Where is Caiti? Is she still alive? How will I tell dad? Oh, God, I don't want to tell him. I have to tell Ryan too. Would she be in Milliways when I go back? Is she at a hospital? Is she hurt? Is she dying? Is she in pain? Please, just let it have been quick, if she has to be dead, let it have been quick.

Jack and Michelle had tried. They tried to get her to eat but she couldn't, she'd already been sick when she was at CTU. They tried to talk to her or comfort her but she had asked both to just leave her alone for a bit. They tried calling the hospitals but a million other people all over the country were trying the same thing tonight.

Pressing the mute button, she looked down at the phone she had in her hand. She'd come downstairs with the intention of calling her brother. That was an hour and a half ego and she still hadn't dialed the numbers, still hoping that if she didn't call it wouldn't be real and breaking down in hysterical sobs everytime she tried.

This time she made it, dialling the numbers on his cell phone. After three rings, she was ready to give up but then he answered.

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Everyone had been saying that all day and sometimes, Chris would try to convince herself that they were right. She could imagine seeing Caiti again, hugging her and could imagine a hundred ways that she could still be alive. Perfectly good reasons for her to be safe and sound and why she hadn't called.

She just never believed any of it.

"Do you really think she's alive? Or are you just saying that?"

He's quiet for a minute, not sure he can tell her exactly what he's thinking; not sure it's what he should say. There was hope and there was reason, and then there was what she needed to hear.

"I'm praying that she's alive, and she just hasn't been able to contact us. But I know, realistically..." he pauses a moment, swallowing, "I know that there's next to no chance that she is. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

At least he didn't lie to her.

Chris nods, the lump in her throat making it hard to talk, to breathe. "Yeah," she replies in a strained voice. "That's what I think too."

He looks over at her, just making out her features by the flickering light of the TV. "Like I said, we'll find something." Though he knows--feeling nauseous at the thought--that there might not even be much to find. Much to bury. "I...I wish I could give you something more than that."

Staring at the television, she watches the smiling blonde hostess move around the set, tears in her eyes. The only indication that she's heard Jack is a nod of her head, Chris doesn't look at him.

Jack sits there, gently rubbing her leg for a moment, wishing there was something he could say to make things better. Words can't solve this, though. "Do you want to go lie down upstairs for a little while? It's got to be more comfortable, at least," he asks, finally.

Shaking her head, Chris explains, "I'm not going to sleep, I'd keep you up."

Not that she didn't want to. Sinking into oblivion, not to think about anything, was such a tempting thought.

"I'm not going to sleep either. If you want some time alone, though, you could take the bed for a while, and I can stay down here." Not that it would be running herself into the ground any less, though he can't blame her for that. It's not like it's wholly intentional.

Finally, she meets his eyes, her voice small when she speaks. "I don't want to be alone."

As if the entire situation weren't already heartbreaking, her tone just makes it even more so. "You don't have to be," he says, softly, holding one hand out to her. "I'm not going anywhere."

Taking his hand in hers, she gives it a small squeeze, grateful he's here. Chris moves over on the couch, to give Jack some room, and he lies down next to her, wrapping an arm around her. Already facing Jack, she curls into him, blinking back the tears and trying to focus on how nice it feels to be near him.

Ryan thought their sister might be alive and Chris wanted that so much, she could almost imagine it. But that's all it was, wishful thinking.

Right now, she'd give up anything to make it real.

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