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[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[Anniversary Syndrome. No coping mechanism. Fuck.]

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[guriel]

[Guriel drops to his knees, spreading his wings to shield Lockwood from the bystanders as best he can, and reaches out to touch his mind to his Packmate's.

He has no idea what set this off -- the trigger isn't always readily apparent -- but this is part of what he does for the Pack, and he's more concerned with dealing with it than he is with analyzing it right now.] Shhh. Easy, Lockwood, I gotcha, I'm right here . . .

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, Guriel, it's today, it was today, a year ago today, and I can't, I don't, I can't...

breathe...

[guriel]

[Guriel's eyes go wide, and a minute later he reaches out to grasp Lockwood's shoulders and Moves them home, because this is clearly not an ordinary panic attack and his Packmate shouldn't have to deal with it in the middle of the street.]

Easy. Easy. We're home, now, we're safe, just breathe. One breath, can you do that for me?

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[Ben feels like he's having a heart attack. He curls into his Packmate, shuddering, eyes squeezed shut.] I... can't... hurts...

[guriel]

Okay. Okay. [Guriel wraps himself around Lockwood, sheltering him under his wings and rocking him like he does Tziporel.] You're not there. You're right here with me. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise, I swear, you're safe and you're free and you're home.

Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD,
Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive
To the voice of my supplications . . .

[ellelovespink.livejournal.com]

[stops in the middle of the sidewalk, and then kneels near him but doesn't touch him] Ben? It's Elle..

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[He's shaking his head and muttering. Everyone else is giving the crazy guy a wide berth, because Lord knows that the denizens of LA are used to this kind of thing.] I can't breathe. I don't know. I don't, okay. Ben Lockwood. E-5. 523-07-6323.

[ellelovespink.livejournal.com]

[What on earth is he doing? Then she remembers what Ben told her about being taken hostage. Was he having a flashback? What's the right procedure in these situations?]

Ben...Ben, it's Elle. You're not in Afghanistan. You're in LA.You're safe. I promise. Just look at me, please.

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

I don't. I can't--

[He shakes himself and peeks out from under his arm, cringing.] E-Elle? What. Where.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Ben? [Elle inches closer and bends over to look at him.] What are you doing? [She won't lie; he's freaking her out a bit. Not to mention embarrassing her.]

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

Don't. Don't hurt her. Don't touch me. I don't know. I can't breathe. [Ben's deep in his own head right now, and he has no idea where he is and only the vaguest idea of who he is.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

What?

[She leans in to hear better.] Ben- Ben, cut it out. You're freaking me out, okay?

What's Guriel's number? Should I call Zepar? Should I- What should I do?

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[He cringes away from the shadowy figure, making a noise down in his throat. But then--

No one else wears that perfume. Certainly not insurgents in an Afghani cave. His nose, which never lies to him, yanks him forcibly out of the flashback, and he looks at her from under his arm.] ...Elle?

[guriel]

[Guriel drops to his knees, spreading his wings to shield Lockwood from the bystanders as best he can, and reaches out to touch his mind to his Packmate's.

He has no idea what set this off -- the trigger isn't always readily apparent -- but this is part of what he does for the Pack, and he's more concerned with dealing with it than he is with analyzing it right now.] Shhh. Easy, Lockwood, I gotcha, I'm right here . . .

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, Guriel, it's today, it was today, a year ago today, and I can't, I don't, I can't...

breathe...

[guriel]

[Guriel's eyes go wide, and a minute later he reaches out to grasp Lockwood's shoulders and Moves them home, because this is clearly not an ordinary panic attack and his Packmate shouldn't have to deal with it in the middle of the street.]

Easy. Easy. We're home, now, we're safe, just breathe. One breath, can you do that for me?

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[Ben feels like he's having a heart attack. He curls into his Packmate, shuddering, eyes squeezed shut.] I... can't... hurts...

[ellelovespink.livejournal.com]

[stops in the middle of the sidewalk, and then kneels near him but doesn't touch him] Ben? It's Elle..

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[He's shaking his head and muttering. Everyone else is giving the crazy guy a wide berth, because Lord knows that the denizens of LA are used to this kind of thing.] I can't breathe. I don't know. I don't, okay. Ben Lockwood. E-5. 523-07-6323.

[ellelovespink.livejournal.com]

[What on earth is he doing? Then she remembers what Ben told her about being taken hostage. Was he having a flashback? What's the right procedure in these situations?]

Ben...Ben, it's Elle. You're not in Afghanistan. You're in LA.You're safe. I promise. Just look at me, please.

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

I don't. I can't--

[He shakes himself and peeks out from under his arm, cringing.] E-Elle? What. Where.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Ben? [Elle inches closer and bends over to look at him.] What are you doing? [She won't lie; he's freaking her out a bit. Not to mention embarrassing her.]

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

Don't. Don't hurt her. Don't touch me. I don't know. I can't breathe. [Ben's deep in his own head right now, and he has no idea where he is and only the vaguest idea of who he is.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

What?

[She leans in to hear better.] Ben- Ben, cut it out. You're freaking me out, okay?

What's Guriel's number? Should I call Zepar? Should I- What should I do?

[werewolf-hacker.livejournal.com]

[He cringes away from the shadowy figure, making a noise down in his throat. But then--

No one else wears that perfume. Certainly not insurgents in an Afghani cave. His nose, which never lies to him, yanks him forcibly out of the flashback, and he looks at her from under his arm.] ...Elle?