Wenclair One-Shots

Aftermath (Part 1/3)

Summary:

"Do you feel better? Safer?" Wednesday eventually asks her. She's quiet, not colder than usual but not with any more surprising emotions, she's genuinely wondering.

"I do," Enid answers. She takes a deep breath and keeps her eyes closed. "I don't know if we're safe, but we're together, and that's really all that matters."

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A missing scene, right after the final fight is over, when Wednesday and Enid can't sleep, can't move away from each other, can't stop thinking about That Hug™.

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The vicious and unforgiving battle is over. Unfortunately, Wednesday thinks.

Joseph Crackstone had centuries to wallow in his hatred and burning desire for vengeance. Wednesday feels it is unfair that she only got to live as part of that dark and poisonous story for only a couple of months at most. Which is part of the reason why, when she finally makes it back to her dorm room, she isn't quite ready to lower her guard just yet.

Enid, apparently, isn't doing better. She stumbled inside the room right behind Wednesday, who always entered the room first in case of murderous intruders. Enid tries hard not to hyper focus on the fact that barely-five-feet-tall Wednesday Addams, without any super strength or heightened senses, believes that she's better equipped to protect them than Enid, an actual werewolf. She's probably right though. And the thought still warms Enid's heart in the surprising and inevitable way that so many things about Wednesday make her feel. Tonight, Enid collapse in her bed, more tired than she's ever been, and she hasn't moved an inch since she settled in a comfortable fetal position staring across the room at her roommate.

"You should sleep," Wednesday finally says, breaking the silence that had stretched for far too long. It was uncommon for her to be the one to speak up first, but perhaps she was rightfully unsettled by her roommate's uncharacteristic silence.

"I can't," Enid practically whines, tightening her hold on her pillow and frowning even deeper. "I feel like I'll never be able to sleep again!"

If she wasn't against the unnecessary use of emotional facial expressions, Wednesday would have rolled her eyes at her roommate's overly dramatic tone. "You don't want to find out if sleep deprivation can kill you. Although I possess evidence that suggests you would lose your sanity first and thus wouldn't even realize you were slowly dying," Wednesday tells her, and then, much to Enid's surprise, Wednesday seems to shut herself up so abruptly her teeth clack against each other. "Sleep," she says again. It's not exactly an order, and it's definitely not a careless suggestion either. "Please," Wednesday adds as an afterthought, and finally Enid understands that Wednesday is asking her, in a dark and roundabout way, to please don't die, not in the claws of a heartless monster and not for your own foolishness.

"Why don't you sleep?" Enid throws back at Wednesday, who mostly succeeds at hiding her surprise at the response.

"The aftermath is a hero's most vulnerable time. In case a nemesis mistakes me for one, I must be prepared to prove that I'm not," Wednesday replies, and her eyes move quickly from their locked door to the closed window and back again.

"Not a hero or not vulnerable?" Enid asks her. Part of her cautiously considers Wednesday to be capable of both, but she's even careful of the way she thinks about the other girl, afraid of discovering Wednesday could read her thoughts. Terrified of it, and very secretly longing for it, because it would save her the trouble of putting her feelings into words, which she usually has no trouble doing unless it's about the fascinating girl that despises feelings, especially when they're put into words.