Lauren woke up the next day. A dull pain coursed through her entire body. She groaned at the dryness in her throat and the too-bright light of the room.
"Back to the land of the living?" She turned her head to find Finch seated beside her, a small blanket covering his lap. She took in the sight of him in his crumpled suit, scratching the short beard he had grown in the past 24 hours.
D-Day
Months later, Lauren walked into the O.R. on her own two feet. Her nurses urged her to use a wheelchair as per the hospital's protocol but after four nurses, two doctors, and a few calls, the staff found themselves a bit more flexible in their rules. Her steps slowed the further she walked, her hands never still in cleaning nonexistent debris from her gown and nails. No one was fond of the idea of going to the hospital and Lauren could be counted amongst those people. She forced herself to take deep breaths as she crossed the threshold.
Part One: A Familiar Face
Despite the biting cold winds and fading light of the sun, despite having to cut through a neighborhood that has seen better days, and despite having five different forms of transportation (six, if the blasted teleports were ever repaired), James Finchner still walked to work. As a boy, he never understood his father's strange quirk of walking to work, calling him "Old-fashioned" as they strolled together but Finch slowly inherited the desire to feel and view his nearly daily commute up close, choosing to be part of the scenery while seeing it. Only on days where the weather or time wouldn't permit it did he ever use another means of transportation.
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