#teagan maron: 003.

[johndaltcn]

STARTER FOR: @teagansmaron​ LOCATION: Olympus Medical Center. SETTING: Late afternoon.

Silence swallows the town of Olympus. It feeds on the fear that spreads like an infection. The sound of bullets from a near distance is something John will never quite shake. He’s now aware that, despite his undying fear from one Taylor Danvers, there was much more to be paranoid about these days. Though dying had never scared him, he had come to terms with the fact that death was boundless and seemingly inevitable. But to die by the hands of an accident, a mistake. That burden was too much for John to fathom. It’s probably why he keeps himself at Teagan’s side. He’ll be damned before she becomes another casualty. Sutton Chambers didn’t deserve a demise that useless, that random. She should have been buried after dying of old age alongside her husband. Her daughter should have attended her funeral and reminisced on the good days. But, no, Olympus was unkind. 

John’s bike roars as it rides through the empty streets. Housewives and their unfaithful husbands have, rightfully so, decided to stay inside today, tucking their fear riddled children into bed. You’d think a storm was coming and everyone was just bracing for impact. Perhaps there was but more in a metaphorical sense. John slows down as he arrives to the hospital, putting his transpiration in park, removing the helmet from his head. Usually, he never wore one, but Rowan’s voice inside his head nagging him about it was particularly louder today. His phone is plucked from his pocket. The pads of his fingers hover over the keyboard, wandering what he should say. Nothing seemed right, even now. He can’t exactly say “Sorry your friend is dead and sorry we kissed on the night she died. Wanna talk about it?”.

With a sigh, John decides to keep it simple. I’m out front. You wanna go for a ride? 

A couple minutes pass before Teagan comes wandering out. They were both back in their regular attire. Teagan in her scrubs and John in his jacket, flannel, and jeans. “Hey,” He says through the quiet, one hand reaches back to grab his extra helmet, “We can go wherever you want. Your choice.”

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @teagansmaron​ location: Blake’s backyard time: Afternoon, around 2PM

When Blake had initially asked for Teagan’s assistance with the gender reveal party, she had assumed that it would be a more personal event for Blake and her loved ones opposed to what seemed to be transpiring.  The last thing she had expected was such extravagance when she came into her backyard.  She was truly surprised when she came onto the patio that lead to her backyard to find it decorated in shades of blues and pinks and the many tables that held finger foods for the guests, her eyes focusing particularly on the bowl of pink Starbursts that were in the middle of the table.  Overall, the event had turned out greater than she could have ever anticipated and she was grateful to have had Teagan alongside her the entire time, even though the neurosurgeon planned a majority of the event herself without much of Blake’s help as she  had insisted.  Blake had spent a small amount of time offering small greetings and pleasantries to the guests that poured into her backyard, but became easily bored with the task though Teagan instructed her to greet everyone, she couldn’t be bothered because it appeared that half of Olympus was filing into her backyard.  Blake had made her way through the crowd of people that accumulated in the backyard and continued to offer greetings where necessary and smiles when applicable, actively choosing not to stop to talk to many random bystanders.  Instead, she glanced around at the impeccable decorations that were put up by Teagan as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.  Absentmindedly, she rested her hands upon the bump protruding from her abdomen as she made her way through her own backyard without paying attention to who she was passing by.  When her eyes settled on Teagan Maron fiddling with something at the snack table, Blake approached her with a grin and pulled the neurosurgeon into a hug, embracing her for a moment.  “Thank you, T.”  The words were soft, low enough for only Teagan to hear her.  “I couldn’t have done this without you.”