OOM: Room #100 - drinking aftermath

[ikissdhimbck]

[from here:]

With Doc carrying her, and Esfir holding the key, it's not so hard getting Kate to her room. She doesn't open her eyes or move, though she does continue to groan drunkenly, seemingly desperate to impart all of the important thoughts buzzing around her head.

Whether her two companions can make any sense of her mutterings, however, is another thing entirely.

The room is clean and organized. There's a chaise by the door where shoes can be removed and placed, and a desk to the right where they can set the room key. The chest of drawers in front of them has various clean clothes, including a few chemises and pajama sets.

Before anything else, however, a trip to the bathroom wouldn't go amiss.

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[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir does not seem to be impressed by said resolution.

"So, you think you can just be her friend? Not lover?"

[scurlock]

"I don't have t'be her lover to love her," he points out.

[aimedforthemoon]

"You don't need to tell me that," she snaps, coldly. "But friend doesn't have all this...bullshit that maybe-lover, maybe-not does."

[scurlock]

"No it doesn't. You're right about that."

Doc shakes his head.

"We've got a past. A history. We both care 'bout each other a great deal, and nothin' is gonna suddenly make that change and disappear. And even if we could wipe it clean and start over, I don't think s'fair to either of us. I know I've made mistakes, we both have. That's living."

He looks down at the table as he gathers his thoughts.

"It's hard to explain in words, but my life...it ain't worth it, unless I got somethin' to live for. She's a huge part of that, s'why I feel like somethin' is missin' when we're fightin' or I'm makin' a mess of things. I understand s'a lot of pressure to put on her, I just don't know how to change what my heart is sayin', that I need her...and to be quite frank with you, Esfir, I ain't certain that I want to."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I am certain that I am getting pretty fucking sick of picking up the pieces, Doc."

[scurlock]

"I'm fuckin' tired of makin' pieces t'be picked up," he admits. "It just...she's still grievin' and changin' and without bein' able to communicate with her it's like ridin' blind through a dust storm, y'just have no idea where to go but y'gotta pick a direction and go with it. You sit and hunker down and you'll end up dead."

[aimedforthemoon]

"And she is going to end up actually dead if she keeps this up. She pulled a gun on a man today, because she was angry. Partly with you.

You tell me, how is that anger going to do her any good when she's out robbing banks?"

[scurlock]

"She's gonna end up dead no matter what I do," he says.

He contemplates a moment.

"It depends on if she learns to focus it or not."

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir regards him for a moment, not softening so much as giving a slight nod of approval.

[scurlock]

"Anger and emotion can be a very powerful weapon 'gainst who you're fightin', if you know how t'use it. It can help y'get the job done without second guessin' yourself, without hesitatin'. Help y'pull the trigger without missin' when normally your hands might'a shook. Keep y'alive for a little while longer."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I know," the twice-Lieutenant says, simply. "If you have the self-control. She doesn't. Not all your fault, she just doesn't have the training. But what I mean...right now, you are bad distraction. You and younger self. Make her lose what little she has. That is what I mean by she doesn't need the bullshit."

Beat.

"Both what you do, and what she does to herself."

[scurlock]

"So what are you suggestin'?"

There were (are) plans for a string of jobs out in Kate's world with professionals. Ben, Billy, Doc, and Bela, to show Kate the ropes.

[aimedforthemoon]

"That before she goes and has to lead not nice people, you and her get some clarity."

[scurlock]

"Hard t'git clarity when we don't make sense to each other. S'like we need a translator for languages."

A pause, as he considers.




"...or someone t'sit between us."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Or that, yes."

[scurlock]

"I know you said you were tired'a pickin' up the pieces, but I think she's more comfortable 'round you than anyone else in this bar..."




You can't say no to that face, Esfir.

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'm the most unsympathetic person in the Bar."

[scurlock]

"But you got Kate's best interests in mind. That's what matters."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Fine."

[scurlock]

"Thank you."

Doc turns his attention back to the woman in bed, making sure she's still fast asleep.

He's quiet, for several long moments, before he speaks again.

"I would have given anything t'keep Sam from bein' killed," he murmurs. "For them to have made it 'cross the lake."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Even though she'd be happy without you?"

[scurlock]

"Yes."

[aimedforthemoon]

"You do have your good points."

[scurlock]

His lips twitch into a very faint, hopeful smile - accepting the compliment with a polite nod of thanks.

There's not really much else to say.

His eyes wander to that book.



"What sort of language is that, anyway," he inquires.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Aurebesh. It's the script of my new universe. Still trying to get used to it."