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OOM: Green Lake, Doc's visit (cont.)

It's a bit foggy out by the lake this early in the morning. Texas in July doesn't get mornings that are too terribly chilly, but as the warming air hits the cold lake water, a fine layer of mist blankets the glassy surface, and curls into the grassy shore.

Katherine is sitting in the dewy grass, her back against an old oak tree. It is the very spot she had pointed out to Doc a few days previous. She wasn't sure how it would look if Doc met her that morning at her house, or even if she came again to the Hawthorn's front porch. She hadn't wanted him to come alone to the schoolhouse, either. So she had invited him to meet her there, by the lake, in public but at the same time... not.

The noise of crickets and bullfrogs is in the air, and the book of Poe Doc had lent to her those few weeks past is in her lap. She's scribbling in the back, on that blank page every book has, though Doc's handsome cursive is already covering most of it.

When he arrives, that's how he'll find Katherine: comfortable against the trunk of that tree--her tree--book balanced on her knees as she reads.

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Katherine's eyes are downcast as she follows, holding the next desk steady as Doc starts working on it.

There's a deep sadness in her eyes.

"It's terrible what we do to each other," she whispers.

Doc stops fiddling with the tools when she whispers, and he sits quietly a moment as the sentence rolls around in his head.

"It is," he finally says. "But I suppose that's somethin' good about Milliways," he adds quietly. "Don't matter what color you are or even if you're human or not, and it may not make much sense but y'meet people there that change your life for the better. People you..."

He looks down at his hands for a brief second as he tries to put his thoughts into words.

"...people you'd never had met before that you realize that you can't do without as friends. Life ain't easy, don't matter if you're some rich king or some poor outlaw, but...sometimes y'get a helpin' hand from a higher power to make things right."

Katherine's hollow eyes move over to where Doc sits, and they warm a bit as she smiles. A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

She crouches so she can be eye-to-eye with him, leaning her head against the desk as she regards him. A soft sigh, and the smile widens just a bit.

"I'm glad for the bar, too. It's already blessed me with some wonderful folk," she says, and her voice is so quiet it's nearly a whisper.

He sets the hammer down beside him and smiles a bit.

"That bar's saved my life, more times than I can count. So've the people in it, more than they probably realize. It's safe, there."

Doc feels safe, here too, in this town. His gun is tucked away neatly in his bag back at the Hawthorns' place but he doesn't miss the weight at his hip and steel near his palm.

Safe. Something so basic yet so very necessary.

Again, the smile widens, just a bit. "I'm glad to hear it."

Safe.

Her eyes skate over to the thin scar on his cheek, and she's close enough to him that she reaches up and touches it before she realizes what she's doing.

Pulling her hand away, she apologizes. "I'm sorry."

When she reaches up and touches the scar, his eyes close on instinct for the briefest of seconds and his mind flashes back to the fight, the feeling of power ringing in his ears, the way Brand had turned and the glint of steel as the blade crossed his face.

But then, it's Doc's turn to catch her wrist before she can pull her hand away completely, and he does so, with a soft touch, even with his rough hands.

"Ain't nothin' to 'pologize for, Kate," he says quietly, before he opens his eyes again and looks up at her.

Her stomach flutters when he catches her hand. She is still for a long moment, simply meeting his eyes with her own, breathing a little fast.

It's the quiet rasp of his voice that sends the hair on the back of her neck on end, and she shivers just a bit.

"How--" her voice is quiet--too quiet--so she swallows and starts over again. "How did you get that scar on your face?" Her words are still soft even now.

Doc's quiet a moment, his eyes on hers for a brief second or two before he closes them again. It hurts too much to tell the story when she's looking at him like that.

Not like he's going to tell the whole story.

"I made a mistake and ended up in trouble in someone else's world. A man had been hurting my friends and I...I thought what I did was the right thing. It wasn't, and I realized it and when the time was right...we tried to set things right again. They sent a rescue party after us, but while Brand and I were fighting he caught me across the face with his sword, just enough to leave this scar."

He shakes his head.

"I blacked out after I got hurt worse, and woke up a week later in the infirmary back at the bar."

She's quiet.

It's a while before she reaches up with her free hand and covers the fist still wrapped gently around her wrist, giving it a little squeeze.

If Doc opens his eyes, he'll see some mighty powerful sympathy, and a good deal of compassion, too, reflected in those blue eyes.

She doesn't understand everything he's said, but she doesn't push him for more details. She simply asks, quietly: "Is everyone all right?"

If he's quiet, he can still hear the bastard in his head, which is why he nods a little before he opens his eyes and smiles at her.

"Yeah," he says. "They are now."

That's all that's important. Doc glances at his hand on her wrist and then slowly uncurls his fingers, even if he doesn't really want to. In the back of his mind is still the reminder that they're not at that bar, they're in her hometown, and she's going to have to deal with the chatter once he's gone.

"They are now."

She allows him to draw his hand away, carefully pulling her own hands back as well.

"I--"

No, that's coming out wrong.

"Good," she says lamely, quietly, hoping his words are true. She offers him her best smile.

"W-we better get on with it, or people will start to talk."

Supper-time is approaching, and they've been alone for some time now.

"They're probably already talking," Doc admits, with a smirk before he stands up off the floor and offers her a hand up herself as he does so. It's only a moment or two more to put the tools back into his bag and then grab his coat.

He's almost wistful, in a way, as he glances at the blackboard another time before they head out.

"I had wonderful time today," he says, and he glances up at the sky as they do walk out.

She chuckles as he helps to pull her to her feet. "You're more than likely right," she admits.

The sky is starting to cloud up as they head out of the schoolhouse. She smiles at him, glad she was able to afford him the opportunity to stand in front of a roomful of students again.

"I'm glad you did. I... I hope you'll come back and see us again sometime."

It's a bold request, but after everything they've been through today, she's feeling a little bold.

"I would love that," he says honestly, as they make their way up the road. "I'm sure that my travels could easily bring me through your fine town again."

Especially when the trip was short and just a step through the doorway.

Doc feels the first few drops of rain as they're nearing the lake, and he stops, pausing to shrug himself out of his jacket and then offer it to her.

"Just in case," he says, with a smile.

She accepts it with a soft blush, draping it over her shoulders. It's still warm, and it smells like him: Soap, and lime, and tobacco, and sweet hay.

It's only drizzling by the time they reach the Hawthorn's, so Doc can grab his effects and once again give his sincerest thanks to the couple for their hospitality. They graciously invite him back any time he'd like.

But it's when the two are on their way to Katherine's house that the heaves open up, and the rain starts to come down for real.

Doc laughs because it would be just fitting that as they're heading to Katherine's house, the universe decides that an absolute downpour is on the menu.

It's Texas, in the summer, so the rain is warm and it gets in his eyes and it's not long before he's drenched and his hair is hanging in his eyes as they hurry along.

When a soft rumble of thunder rolls in the distance, it starts to rain harder, so Doc does what any proper gentleman would do in the situation:

Takes hold of her hand (so she doesn't slip, of course) and runs like hell.

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OOM: Green Lake, Doc's visit (cont.)

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