Martha rushed to try and catch him, though even the lighter female form took her down with it. She didn't cry, though she felt a bit like it, as she shifted back to sitting and cradled Jack against her a bit.
How long would it take? Should she do something? He'd just woken up in her arms the last time, under her lips even, what with the resuscitation. She didn't think that would be the case this time, so she just held Jack close.
Her eyes widened as his, her, body started to change under her fingers, the curves flattening, becoming angles instead; the body filling out in different ways as the too big jacket fixed itself and righted over broad shoulders. Even knowing it had to happen, watching it do so was awe-inspiring.
She traced her fingers down the now square chin, and through the shorter hair, and waited, praying, for that next breath.
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Date: 2007-11-22 09:09 pm (UTC)How long would it take? Should she do something? He'd just woken up in her arms the last time, under her lips even, what with the resuscitation. She didn't think that would be the case this time, so she just held Jack close.
Her eyes widened as his, her, body started to change under her fingers, the curves flattening, becoming angles instead; the body filling out in different ways as the too big jacket fixed itself and righted over broad shoulders. Even knowing it had to happen, watching it do so was awe-inspiring.
She traced her fingers down the now square chin, and through the shorter hair, and waited, praying, for that next breath.