fantastic_torch | Rm 217, Tuesday after classes

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Rm 217, Tuesday after classes

To say that radio hadn't bothered him, was an understatement. It had really pissed him off to know that Savannah had blabbered her mouth to practically everyone. Might as well have considering who all knew now.

Whatever, he went to her karaoke class anyway and watched her perform. After that he took off. He didn't bother to go to her cheerleading practice like he normally would have. Instead he came back to the dorms, took a shower, halfway dressed, and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge.

Parking his butt in a chair, he turned on the TV and started flipping through channels.

[Door is open, as is the post. ETA: Savannah & Johnny's convo is NFB. Anyone that comes visiting or to kick his ass, does so after Savannah's already come and gone.]

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"You didn't even try! You started right in on me! I had something happen to me that screwed me up once, Johnny! Once. And that wasn't even battle! I wasn't looking for a fight, they just took me! I am a witch that has all of this incredible power and I have to help people! I am not indestructable and I will get hurt and I live with that fear every single fucking day because I have seen what can happen!"

"I don't give a flying fuck! I didn't want anything to happen again! God, you are so stubborn!" He stepped back, began pacing. "I'm not saying you can't help people but do you always got to jump right in? For once can't you... I don't know, fucking research?!"

"That's not who I am!" She was clenching her fists so tightly that her nails were digging into her palms. "I can't stay behind and do research any more than you can! You always jump right in, too. You never wait, you go right after the fight."

"Because I am damn sure of my abilities, that's why!"

"Just because you're not sure of mine doesn't mean that they're not just as good!" She was trying to let anger cover the fact that in her mind, Johnny had just told her he didn't believe in her. "And as powerful as you are, all it would take would be one lucky shot for you to be down and out!"

Johnny didn't think along those lines. His ego wouldn't let him. He was good and that was that.

"I didn't mean to imply that, Savannah. What I'm saying is caution needs to rule sometimes."

"And when was the last time you let caution rule you in a fight, Johnny? Never in the entire time that I have known you have you gone with caution first. You challenged Umbridge and got messed with, you went after evil Wyatt and got hurt. I'm surprised you even know the word."

How did she remember all that shit? Man.

"Oh, come on, Savannah, we going to bring up every little thing here?" Because Johnny was good at remembering what he wanted to remember.

The same way her mind remembered every intricate symbol or word for any spell she had to use.

"You're the one who started talking about caution and I was just pointing out that you are in no way known for it."

"One Sue in the family is enough, thanks so much," he replied sarcastically.

He glanced at her bag. "What are you doing?"

Now that stung a little -- considering that she had gone off on Sue about the way she treated Johnny.

She looked at her bag. "It's my grimoires and the stuff Papa Benicio has been sending me," she said in a quieter tone. "Figured I'd take them to Sean's and maybe go out and work on them later."

"...you leaving then?"

That was so not the reaction she expected, and god did it hurt so much. She had only come to get her grimoires, but now she might be thinking about packing a bag to take to her brother's too.

"What do you want from me, Johnny? We've been fighting non-stop since Saturday. I walk in today... and this happens. I asked you what you wanted to happen with our relationship and you said you didn't know." She swallowed. "When I woke up yesterday and you were already gone... it's why I stayed with Sean last night. I worked on my magic until I couldn't stay awake."

He stared at her. He didn't know what the hell to do but he didn't like this going on between them. Not at all. It was more than frustrating and he couldn't keep his sharp, sarcastic tongue to himself.

"I think you staying with Sean might be best for now."

Savannah felt cold move through her when he said that, but she was determined that she wasn't going to cry, not again.

"All right," she whispered, surprised that her voice still worked. She went to the closet and got a dufflebag, and then just started throwing clothes from the closet and the drawers into it blindly. She may have grabbed some of his shirts since she wasn't paying attention, then she shoved her laptop and cellphone into the bag as well, zipping it up. She reached down to pet the whimpering Destiny. "Sorry, girl," she murmured. "Mommy will see you later."

She was at the door before she turned to look at him. "How long?"

Johnny's chest clenched tight and it was hard for him to watch her, so he didn't. When she paused at the door, however, his eyes met hers. Pain was there. He felt it deep in his bones. "I'm sorry Savannah, for it all. I... I don't know for how long."

Savannah nodded slowly, and even that small movement hurt right now. Her hand was on the knob and she opened the door to leave. Before she walked out, she looked back at him and there was pain in her eyes.

"You used to love that I wouldn't hide and that I could take care of myself. It was one of the things you found hot about me, that I could kick ass." She swallowed. "I don't understand why that became something that you didn't like."

She ducked her head before she could let him see the fact that she was near tears, walked out and shut the door behind her.

He stared at the door for a long time after she'd gone.

And he finally mumbled, "...when loving you became more important than any of that."

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