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picking teams - chapter 26
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Tonight felt like a new beginning.
Janis was right, it'll take time. It'll take healing. But they're all together again.
And they will be okay.”
this feels like the gym class from hell
The choosing of the nine companions for the Fellowship of the Ring reminds me of picking team members in middle school to play kick ball.
picking teams - chapter 25: janis
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Janis watches Cady, so small but so bright all the way down on the track. She had meant to watch the football team, but her eyes latch right to Cady and won't let go. The fight song is blaring in her ears as the band plays it, and some of the other cheerleaders are running across the field carrying their giant banners that spell out NSHS. The football team runs in after them, and Janis doesn't see or hear any of it.”
picking teams - chapter 24: cady
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Cady feels her cheeks flush pink and her smile grow so wide it almost hurts. She shyly looks down and takes another sip of her water. She's so dizzy and lost in it that she's almost late picking up her poms to start cheering.
Just for that girl in the corner, she smiles. That extra energy comes back into her voice. Her skirt swishes against her legs as she swings her hips with a little extra vigor.
Janis is here. Janis waved.
And Cady has hope.”
picking teams - chapter 19: janis
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Janis nods and tucks her face a little deeper against his shoulder. Distantly, she notes the cologne he has on, faded now after multiple hours of wear but still lingering just enough to be pleasant. She can feel each little jolt of the cracks in the sidewalk as they ride over them. Bump. Bump. Bump. She can hear the crickets, and a few night birds.
None of it really registers.
Her mind sits in the matrix, watching, seeing, but not processing. Her body is just there. She's... empty.
Hollow.
Numb.”
picking teams - chapter 21: janis
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“This is all she thought she wanted. Regina, lying broken and bruised in a hospital bed somewhere. Finally feeling what she felt back then, just physically instead of emotionally.
Now that it's real, she doesn't know what to think.
She threw her life away to get this result, and now she's crying over the memories and praying to a deity she never believed in for it not to be true.
She lost everything for this.
Now she might lose everything because of it.
Please don't die, Regina.”
picking teams- chapter 17: janis
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“What are we doing out here?"
"We have the whole field to ourselves," Janis hums. "I... wanna teach you how to play."
"What? Play football? Jay, I don't know if you've noticed, but I have terrible hand-eye coordination," Cady giggles.
"Not for serious. Just pass around a ball a little bit. Maybe some other things," Janis shrugs. "Come on, it'll be fun."
