Wash was also pretty well familiar with everyone else in the room - including Even, unfortunately. He saw Ziva across the room and nodded to her. It'd be nice to talk to her now, when he was in a much better mood than he was a few days ago.
And then the room abruptly changed, and he froze. No. No, this was not happening.
He hadn't had an episode like this in years - the flashbacks the memories the bits of Epsilon still stuck in his brain only came out when he slept, only took over his nightmares, never when he was wide awake-
But he wasn't wide awake, not really, it was a dream world and he'd known that from the start and maybe that meant that this could happen whenever, at any time, and he couldn't prepare couldn't hide couldn't take the time to get a hold on himself, and he didn't want to do this here and now, not in front of York and Ziva and Namine-
Who was reacting to the change, he realized abruptly. She was commenting on it. A quick glance around the room told him he wasn't the only one mystified at the sudden change in the interior of the room, which meant he wasn't the only one seeing it. It wasn't Epsilon, it wasn't his damage, it wasn't just in his head - it was something someone else had done. It wasn't just him.
Wash let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, slowly relaxing. Thank God he hadn't taken his helmet off yet - that frozen, panicky fear he was sure had been showing on his face would have been really difficult to explain. He opened his mouth to say something - some crack about how about a warning next time - and closed it again, not trusting his voice not to shake or crack. Instead, he took another breath. That was one hell of a false alarm.
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And then the room abruptly changed, and he froze. No. No, this was not happening.
He hadn't had an episode like this in years - the flashbacks the memories the bits of Epsilon still stuck in his brain only came out when he slept, only took over his nightmares, never when he was wide awake-
But he wasn't wide awake, not really, it was a dream world and he'd known that from the start and maybe that meant that this could happen whenever, at any time, and he couldn't prepare couldn't hide couldn't take the time to get a hold on himself, and he didn't want to do this here and now, not in front of York and Ziva and Namine-
Who was reacting to the change, he realized abruptly. She was commenting on it. A quick glance around the room told him he wasn't the only one mystified at the sudden change in the interior of the room, which meant he wasn't the only one seeing it. It wasn't Epsilon, it wasn't his damage, it wasn't just in his head - it was something someone else had done. It wasn't just him.
Wash let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, slowly relaxing. Thank God he hadn't taken his helmet off yet - that frozen, panicky fear he was sure had been showing on his face would have been really difficult to explain. He opened his mouth to say something - some crack about how about a warning next time - and closed it again, not trusting his voice not to shake or crack. Instead, he took another breath. That was one hell of a false alarm.