you can't leave

Who: Oz and Sophie
Where: Home
When: Morning

Sophie was sat that the kitchen table, an elbow resting on the tabletop, a piece of paper held, face down, in her hand. She'd sat in the same position for longer now than she knew. The world seemed to have stopped, gone unfocused. Everything felt unreal. Somehow, for all her organisation, she hadn't thought this day would come. She'd known it was a possibility, of course. She'd just not thought it would happen to her.

Oz got up sort of late morningish, rolling out of bed and padding downstairs after a bathroom break, mainly in search of his wife. He was planning on asking her if she wanted any of the colors in the living room changed, because he and Billy were going to be working on that today. Or, in theory they were. It was a possibility, and he had been checking with her on everything, just in case she had changed her mind on what she'd already decided. He wanted it to be perfect for her, and that was kind of his way of doing that. Which he thought she probably found annoying, but he couldn't help it. Either way, he was going to ask her, but he paused when he entered the kitchen. He shut his mouth, which had already been open to greet her in his sleepy sort of only half awake manner, and he even stopped his usual progression towards her to give her a bit of a hug and kiss. He noticed that there was no breakfast either...and she usually had something going on in there by this time of morning. "Morning..." he said, feeling like that was really not at all greeting he should have given. He made himself walk forward, up behind her, and he reached out to push the hair away from the back of her neck to bend and kiss it. "...what's wrong?" he asked. There. That was better.

She didn't move when he entered the room, she hardly even looked up. She couldn't believe that this was happening. This wasn't real - after all they'd been through. She didn't react as he pushed her hair to the side, kissed her neck. It was only as he pulled back that she looked up, raising the letter to hold it out to him, if he chose the take it. "I'm being deported," she said, the summary, though it wasn't entirely accurate. She was here on a student visa and she'd failed to register as a student this semester, last semester too, actually. Which all of the bullshit going down in town, school had fallen by the wayside. So, she was here illegally and the letter was to tell her that she had to leave the country and if she was to apply for another visa, it had to be from the UK. Furthermore, she had to take any dependents she had with her - Dean would have to leave as well.

Oz froze. Because those three words were well...pretty world-shattering, now weren't they? When he managed to take the paper, he only gave it a cursory glance, though certain things stood out. Like the fact that she was there on a student visa, and she was no longer a student. He caught the bit about Dean, too, and he felt quite suddenly sick. He sat down, shoving the chair next to hers out and dropping onto it heavily. "I--" he started, but had no idea what to say. Before the obvious slipped out. "You can't leave."

That basically summed up where she'd been for the past few hours. She couldn't leave, her home was here. And she couldn't take Dean away when he appeared to be doing so well here. EVen though he'd been quieter since Lullaby had moved out, he was far from the person who had first arrived with them, she'd come to realise that. BUt now he was going to have to leave. And she was going to have to leave. After everything they'd been through, their downfall was going to be some bureaucrat behind a desk somewhere. "I don't think they're giving me much choice, J."

"Well...they can come up with another choice because that's just not happening." he said, aware he was being unreasonable. But he'd just woken up, and told his world was going to up and end. Or, that's what it felt like, anyways. "They can...there's got to be something. Has to be. Can't you...I mean...you can't leave." He was stuck on that, definitely.

"I don't have any qualifications that would get me a job that would come with a green card. If I want a student visa, I have to be out of the country to apply for it, and anyway, I'd have to wait for the next semester to roll around now. The options are..." She trailed off. The was the obvious option, of course. But they'd had that discussion and he'd told her - she didn't even know what exactly he'd told her, other than he didn't want to talk about it. Right now, bringing the subject up would feel like she was backing him into a corner. She didn't want to do that. Even now, when their options were basically zero. "We're going to have to tell Dean," she said, quietly.

"How long did they even give you? When is this supposed to happen? What's...I mean...and..." And he needed to start making sense. He was thinking about the obvious too. He just...did she even want that? Was it going to change everything because there was supposedly a 'reason' now? Fuck. He didn't know what to do. He just still knew he was in flail mode, and shit. He didn't know about talking to Dean like this. It wasn't even his area. He didn't know the laws or anything about green cards or anything.

"We have a week to leave the country," she told him, not having to look at the letter. She'd read it so many times in her disbelief that she had it memorised by now.

"A week?" Oz choked. "A fucking week?" But they wouldn't have the house finished. Could he even get a marriage license in a week? Would she even say yes if he could? Panic. Full fledged panic was hitting him hard. "What if you don't go?"

"If I don't go, then they force me to leave and I probably won't get another visa," she told him, she voice calm, yet strangely empty. This still felt so unreal and it was that unreality that was the reason she was managing to hold it together right now. It would hit eventually, she knew, when she had to face it, really, really face it. She couldn't leave. She didn't want to leave: her life was here.

He reached out for her, dragging her chair closer and he put both arms around her, pulling her as close as he could. He was still stuck on the fact that she wasn't allowed to leave. They had a life here. And okay, things had been kind of tense lately, and insane with the vampires and shadows and everything else, but he loved her. He loved her more than anything and that wasn't ever going to change. He needed her. They had a family here, and...and even with Dean there and everything, it was just that much more a family, and the kid wasn't going to deal well with this either, and just no no and no. There was a lot of no.

Sophie dropped her head to his shoulder , her arms going round him, taking the comfort from him that she so needed right now. "I don't want to go," she said, her voice very small.

That hurt. It sent little pained spikes through him and he hugged her tighter. "You won't have to go." he said. "I'll...look into things, see what I can figure out." Not that that was exactly his area. That was usually hers, but she didn't seem to be in a state of mind to do anything like that right now. "Okay? You won't have to go. And if you do we'll get you right back, alright?"

"I love you. I - this can't be happening, J. Not after everything we've been through. Not like this," she pushed, not arguing at all about him looking into this. She could think of only one way round it, but after their last conversation on the subject, even now she didn't feel she could be the first one to bring it up again. Maybe, if there was no other way and he didn't suggest it, maybe if things were desperate, but not right now.

"I love you too." he said, hugging her tighter then giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It'll be okay. Promise, alright? It'll be fine. I'm...going to go into town. Okay? I'll just...do some checking on things, and I'll be back as soon as I can. I...do you want to talk to Dean? I...er..." He didn't know what he was talking about with it was the trouble.

She nodded, still holding on to him, though 'clinging' might have been a better word as her nodding head bumped against his shoulder. She stilled and took a breath, before drawing back. "Yeah - I can go and talk to Dean," she told him with an edge of determination. She had no idea what she was going to tell her cousin and she anticipated that it was going to go very badly, but he had a right to know.

Oz wasn't very good at letting her go at the best of times, and so he drew her back again, to give her a tight squeeze. "Okay. I'll...I promise this'll get fixed." he said. He had absolutely no idea how, but...yeah. If he had to book them immediate flights to Vegas to get them married, he would. He didn't want things to happen that way but in the grand scheme...yeah. Whatever. If it kept her with him, he'd do it. But first he was going to look into licenses here.