[b]Farren - MEC - John, Buck[/b]

Farren, in her tiredness, barely blinked at the gunshot, only knowing that it could possibly wake Dean. She groaned, furrowing her brow and rubbing her eyes. This had to be karma for something. The universe hated her and she had no idea why. It was surprising how when you became a mother, the sound of a gunshot echoing in the distance was less frightening than a child awoken from a nap. So she just nodded as John ran by, yelling at her to get in the room. “Aye aye captain,” she sneered, annoyed that if the bullet had woken up Dean, surely his yell had. And to be sure, she heard a whining from behind the door. Farren closed her eyes again and sniffed, whispering to herself, ‘Please, just… go back to sleep…’ when heavy footsteps came down the hall. She assumed it was John, noticing she hadn’t gone into her room, coming back to talk all about the rules and their importance, because teamwork and magic and shit. 

Instead, a scream of no, caused her to open her eyes and look bewildered as Buck slid next to her and began looking over her and stroking her hair. “Buck, Buck, I’m fine,” she said, a surprised, slight panic in her own eyes as she saw the worry in his. “Hey, calm down, okay?” she whispered, brow furrowing now in concern while looking into his eyes, hand cupping his cheek so he would look at her and see her seriousness. She almost didn’t notice the whining still coming from the other side of the door. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and heart pounding harder from being disturbed in such a way, and with Buck’s tender touch and worry in his gaze. She wondered if he cared for her wellbeing only because he had lost people before and didn’t want to lose anyone else. Or if it was something more. 

She swallowed hard and searched his face, wishing she knew the answer without brazenly asking, but his gesture had also woken her up enough to realize if there was someone out there with a gun, then she probably should do as John said and stay in her room. Especially since now little hands were sticking out under the bottom of the door and poking her. “Honey, mommy’s right here just… just give me a second,” she said in a sing song voice but one that said she was serious before sighing heavily and looking back at her friend. “Are you ok?” she asked him, unsure of why he would think she was hurt unless maybe he was.