[following this:]
After Guppy takes Alex home, Kate eventually does make it to the fire to warm up. Of course, by this point her body is already warm; it's her heart that feels chilled. She dispenses with the tea, and just takes the whiskey for a second and third drink.
It's late by the time she's able to muddle through her thoughts well enough to drag herself upstairs. All she wants to do is collapse into her bed and sleep, but once she reaches the landing--
Doc.
He'll be expecting her.
She stands there for a moment, gathering her wits about her.
I don't want him to see me like this.
She swallows hard, steeling herself for what she knows she has to do next. She can't just bypass his room without a word; not when they've been spending so many nights together. Not when he'll be expecting her. Not when they've just had the intimacy 'conversation.' She'll pull herself together long enough to tell him she needs a quiet night to sleep. Everything's fine, she just misses her own bed. She'll be right as rain come tomorrow.
When she stops outside his door, she doesn't take out her key and walk in. For some reason, tonight she knocks.
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After Guppy takes Alex home, Kate eventually does make it to the fire to warm up. Of course, by this point her body is already warm; it's her heart that feels chilled. She dispenses with the tea, and just takes the whiskey for a second and third drink.
It's late by the time she's able to muddle through her thoughts well enough to drag herself upstairs. All she wants to do is collapse into her bed and sleep, but once she reaches the landing--
Doc.
He'll be expecting her.
She stands there for a moment, gathering her wits about her.
She swallows hard, steeling herself for what she knows she has to do next. She can't just bypass his room without a word; not when they've been spending so many nights together. Not when he'll be expecting her. Not when they've just had the intimacy 'conversation.' She'll pull herself together long enough to tell him she needs a quiet night to sleep. Everything's fine, she just misses her own bed. She'll be right as rain come tomorrow.
When she stops outside his door, she doesn't take out her key and walk in. For some reason, tonight she knocks.
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OOM: Room #25 - For Doc Scurlock and X-23
Jan. 4th, 2010 05:05 pmChristmas is over, and New Years is approaching. It's been a rather quiet week for Doc and Kate; there aren't very many good memories associated with this time of year for either of them. Kate's been craving the quiet, and solitude of being away from the bar, and Doc's been craving... well, her. So they've been passing most of their time in quiet togetherness, not caring about much outside their warm little cocoon.
But today, things are different. After several days of exchanging notes with the Bar, they are expecting company. X-23 received Kate's inquiry about the kittens, and has agreed to bring them back 'home.'
Kate is sitting on the couch with her knees tucked under her and an afghan around her shoulders, trying not to laugh out loud.
Why?
Because Doc is fussily moving about the room, 'cleaning' and making sure all the boy's toys are out and accessible, and all their dishes have been filled with fresh water and food. He has even 'accidentally' left a few of his neck rags out in the open.
"You're ridiculous," she eventually says, unable to bite back her smirk.
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But today, things are different. After several days of exchanging notes with the Bar, they are expecting company. X-23 received Kate's inquiry about the kittens, and has agreed to bring them back 'home.'
Kate is sitting on the couch with her knees tucked under her and an afghan around her shoulders, trying not to laugh out loud.
Why?
Because Doc is fussily moving about the room, 'cleaning' and making sure all the boy's toys are out and accessible, and all their dishes have been filled with fresh water and food. He has even 'accidentally' left a few of his neck rags out in the open.
"You're ridiculous," she eventually says, unable to bite back her smirk.
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OOM: Room #25
Dec. 19th, 2009 07:44 pmThe room is ghostly still. Every shadow, every trick of the eye, is amplified in the low lamplight; every worry, every harrowing dread, looming like a pall spread over her head.
Doc's sleeping. It gives her small relief. Knowing he needs the rest, but done with seeing his eyes shut, his too pale skin, she watches to make sure he doesn't slip away from her again. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, the shift of his eyelids as he dreams.
She doesn't sleep. If she sleeps, he could disappear.
( Read more... )
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Doc's sleeping. It gives her small relief. Knowing he needs the rest, but done with seeing his eyes shut, his too pale skin, she watches to make sure he doesn't slip away from her again. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, the shift of his eyelids as he dreams.
She doesn't sleep. If she sleeps, he could disappear.
( Read more... )
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OOM: Room 25, Doc Scurlock's (cont.)
Feb. 18th, 2009 05:27 pm[following this:]
She leans against the sink for a moment, not immediately reaching for that empty drinking glass. Blood is caked and drying on the inside of her thighs, and she still feels just a little weak. When she looks up at her reflection in the mirror, she's not sure she likes what she sees.
She remembers the way her father's hands had trembled, passing her mother's wedding dress on to his young daughter. He had smiled, so proud.
She catches something out of the corner of her vision, through the blur of tears in her eyes, and turns her head. The bathtub is full, steam drifting off light blue, bubble-coated water. She blinks a few times, brow furrowed.
I didn't think Miss Bar could ... ?
There's a small piece of notepaper on the edge of the tub when she moves closer to inspect things.
'Special occasion.
Relax, and try not to panic.
Everything is normal.'
The bathwater smells like Epsom salt, and eucalyptus, and chamomile, and there's a small bottle of something on the edge she can't quite identify. It makes her smile, a little, carefully bringing her leg over the side of the tub.
She settles into the warm bathwater, laying her head back and stretching those tired muscles. It feels so incredible she can hardly bring herself to move for several long moments.
Her thoughts wander.
Her knees curl in to her chest before she even realizes she's crying, shoulders shaking with quiet, repressed sobs.
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She leans against the sink for a moment, not immediately reaching for that empty drinking glass. Blood is caked and drying on the inside of her thighs, and she still feels just a little weak. When she looks up at her reflection in the mirror, she's not sure she likes what she sees.
'You're growin' up to be such a fine woman, sweetheart. She woulda been proud.'
She remembers the way her father's hands had trembled, passing her mother's wedding dress on to his young daughter. He had smiled, so proud.
'Now, don't you just look like an angel.'
'One-a these days, I'm gonna give you away to a good man, sweetheart. And you're going to be beautiful, and happy, and you're gonna love him the way I loved your momma.'
She catches something out of the corner of her vision, through the blur of tears in her eyes, and turns her head. The bathtub is full, steam drifting off light blue, bubble-coated water. She blinks a few times, brow furrowed.
I didn't think Miss Bar could ... ?
There's a small piece of notepaper on the edge of the tub when she moves closer to inspect things.
Relax, and try not to panic.
Everything is normal.'
The bathwater smells like Epsom salt, and eucalyptus, and chamomile, and there's a small bottle of something on the edge she can't quite identify. It makes her smile, a little, carefully bringing her leg over the side of the tub.
She settles into the warm bathwater, laying her head back and stretching those tired muscles. It feels so incredible she can hardly bring herself to move for several long moments.
Her thoughts wander.
(He'll never see me walk down the isle in that white dress. Never.)
Her knees curl in to her chest before she even realizes she's crying, shoulders shaking with quiet, repressed sobs.
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[following this thread:]
He unlocks his room and holds the door open for her, letting her pass through first.
Wearily, she begins to think that if she continues to stay here, night after night, people are going to assume she's moved in.
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He unlocks his room and holds the door open for her, letting her pass through first.
Wearily, she begins to think that if she continues to stay here, night after night, people are going to assume she's moved in.
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