L (Lyndon)

chapter five

Heres ch 5 sorry again if its bit long had to add in more background info or no one would know what im going on about, tym

Ch 5 

Lucas sat on the bed he hated to do it but he had to wake Lyn, he so badly wanted to ask questions about the story she had told both him and Tom, but they way she had spoken about everything worried him. 

She seemed almost to be reading it from a book, one she had no attachment to, and at the end she could simply close the cover and never have to think about again. It seemed to him as if the people she spoke of were less then distant memories more like she really couldn't remember them at all and if in her presence she would even find placing her own children hard to do.  

He knew that she remembered more of him then she would let on, as if she felt it was wrong to only know his face. 

Lucas also knew that what had happened to Lyn wile with Henry was not all clear, but as she had yet to say anything about her years in 'The Rose Building' he could not work out if what she could remember would hurt to talk about, or if as before she would tell that part of her story like she was really not there.  

He did know one thing though, that what happened to her after she blew up New York was the most damaging, it was that which scared her and made her cry, and he knew getting her to talk about any of that, especially the truth about what happened on base would be the most difficult. 

"Lyn" Lucas put his hand to her cheek "Lyn, wake up we have to go" 

That in his gentlest tone was all it took to wake her, she looked up at him and it was clear even though she smiled that she was pissed, though she had fallen asleep well that night once Lucas had left her she woke. 

Lyn had never been afraid of the dark or being alone at night in fact she often quite liked it, but now a fear had grown deep inside her, like one she had never known and after ten minutes being alone in the dark she left her room and begin to wonder the corridors, not really looking for anyone just simply being unable to stand the room by herself. Tom had found her on his way to bed and had insisted on taken her to the kitchen where Lucas told him plainly he knew she wouldn't be okay and that until she was he'd be staying with her. 

Lyn sat keeping a close eye on Lucas who was now sorting out a last pile of items that she couldn't properly see over the end of the bed and pushing them into his pack wile he quietly muttered to himself.  

Her bag was waiting by the door with a black jacket she knew he had pulled from inside laying on top, so still being dressed from the day before she got up put on the black patent trainers she also assumed Lucas got from her pack and pulled on her jacket then sat on the bed silently waiting for him to finish. 

Lyn could see plainly he wanted to leave and as quickly as possible and understood it had everything to do with what she had told him the night before, but this only made a slight worry spring to life deep within her. If the story of how the start of the war had changed her, did this to him. what might the truth about the war do to him? 

Lucas had also acted odd in her eyes over what had happened on base. Lyn just couldn't understand if men could do such things, why a man would care so much for her well-being, hate what had happened an unbelievable amount and insist so greatly on keeping her away from the life she had or could have if anyone else got their hands on her? 

Lucas dropped his pack with a clang as something metal at the bottom hit the concrete floor and he knelt in front of her. 

"Didn't sleep to well did you?" she simply, but stiffly shook her head and continued to look over him, now washed, clean shaven and in a new uniform, her confused face told him all he needed to know "Its okay Lyn, its still me, I was about as dirty as you and I only had a shave, nothing bad" she smiled and with only a moments hesitation rapped her arms slowly around his neck.