While the Pants Were in the Closet…

Based on The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares

As Told by E. G. Desso

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story expect the plot line. Bridget, Tibby, Lena, and Carmen, and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, is all Ann Brashares.

A/N: I am aware that it has been over two years (two years!) since I've posted anything for this story, and I am just as appalled as you are. I claim the usual suspects (i.e. overly busy schedule, etc.) but still that doesn't really make up for it. So I'm sorry that it has taken me this long, but here we are, and I finally have a new chapter for you! Looking back at the past chapters I realize Tibby's part of the plot is very similar to events in the book, but I'm going to try to curb that now and make it a little different. Also to those who commented that Bridget sounds a little weird when she is thinking to herself, I know exactly what you mean, and from now on I'm going to try to fix that. I've kind of lost where I was going with this story, but I still have some direction, so I'm going to try to start keeping up with it for you. If you have any ideas for plot, I would be more than happy to hear them; any ideas right now are more than welcome. So with that being said, here's the next chapter. Hopefully those of you who have been following this fic from the beginning will forgive me for taking so long to write and will enjoy this next chapter. And as always, please review! Thanks, EG

Chapter Five: Recovery

When Lena got home, she ran up to her room, locked the door, and began laying out all of her new clothes. Overall, she was very happy with all that she had gotten. Thankfully she was able to keep Carmen away from the tube tops and hadn't had to try one on, let alone buy one. What she had gotten was a little more revealing that she was use to, but anyone else would still consider it somewhat modest. She picked up a top with a low V-neck and a mid-length skirt and put them on. She hadn't had much time to look at herself in the mirror at the store – Carmen and Bridget were too busy deciding for her what did or did not look good. She examined herself from one angle and then the other, taking in every piece of this new her. She did have to admit, she did look very nice, but still something tugged at the back of her mind, though she couldn't exactly place what it was or why it wouldn't leave her alone.

She continued to put one thing on after another, taking in every facet of the fabric on her body, until she had seen herself in everything. Then she went about fining a place for all her new clothes in her room, which hadn't changed since she left for the mall.

The minute Tibby got home, she ran up to her room and flopped down on her bed. There was nothing she hated more than shopping. Except, maybe, people who actually liked to shop. But even that was a close call. Even the thought of shopping was draining, so actually going out and doing it left her completely exhausted.

After completely cleansing herself of anything even remotely related to the mall, Tibby sat down at her desk and booted up her computer. She had to start completely from scratch. Batner had completely shot down her leukemia idea, and now she was back at square one. Everyone else was already working on storyboards while she was still floundering for an idea to grab onto. Nothing unusual, though; she usually was the one that found her topic at the very last minute and somehow managed to produce a halfway decent film by the due date. It was still early; she wasn't worried yet.

But still the project nagged at her. She understood what Batner meant about it not being a very controversial topic, but her heart was still set on it. She spent the next hour brainstorming different ideas, each one lamer than the last. By 10 she gave up and went to bed, hoping that somehow during the night genius would strike. She didn't hold her breath.

Bridget was running for the first time in months. She didn't count the conditioning for soccer, which had just ended. This was the first time in months she ran because she needed to, because her legs couldn't stand to be idle for one more second. It was like a high, pushing herself to go further than she ever thought possible, to bend space and time to her will, loving the feeling of her hair swishing behind her as her legs screamed in pain for more. It was amazing, and Bridget couldn't exactly remember why it had been so long.

She finally stopped when she reached the park on the other side of town. Bethesda wasn't that big, but it was still a long way to go. She started walking through the park, past the children playing on the swings and the mothers watching from the park benches. The birds were chirping and the smell of freshly cut grass was in the air, but Bridget was living an hour in the past, sitting in the mall with Jim and his friends. She didn't hang out with them long, Carmen was her ride and she didn't wait for anyone, not even her best friends. Bridget did talk to them long enough, though, to get to know Jim's really cute friend Derek. She vaguely knew him from some class they had had together freshman year, but she didn't really know much else about him. Maybe it was because she was seeing him outside of school for the first time, or maybe the summer really did work miracles for some people; whatever it was, Bridget just couldn't seem to get him off her mind.

She had talked to Jim too, and knew that she still wanted to be friends with him. Before she had been afraid of Carmen and Tibby being right, but now that she had really met Derek she knew that she could be just friends with Jim.

And God was Derek gorgeous! She couldn't remember the last time she had been this crazy about a guy she hardly knew. Well, she could remember, but she didn't like thinking back to that summer…

But this was different. It was senior year, she was older now than she had been then, with that age came a self control, or at least a little of it. She was done with mulling over the past and punishing herself for things she couldn't change. She was ready to be free, to take chances, to live again.

Sorry this is a short chapter and nothing really happened, but I need to get the juices flowing again and I need a springboard to get the rest of the story going. So hope you enjoyed it, and I promise to have a chapter with some more meat to it up soon. Thanks for reading! - EG