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thisavrou_log2018-03-07 02:39 pm
that_cost) wrote in thisavrou_log2018-03-07 02:39 pm
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Still ain't Santa Fe
Who: Charlie McGee and Jack Kelly
When: Arrival Day (so backdated a bit)
Where: Charlie's room
What: After being separated for a month, Charlie and Jack are reunited
Warnings: Swearing. Gross couple stuff.
Charlie'd felt off for a couple hours already, but it wasn't easy placing why. Sure, she hadn't been sleeping that well, between missing Jack and her home on the islands, and the two AM idiot runs her cat and two ankylosaurs like to do every night. But that didn't explain that feeling of 'stay put' she felt creeping under her skin. She didn't like it.
She didn't want to stay put. There had to be a reason for that thought in her head, that subtle moment of instinct that got louder when she left her room. But she wasn't going to listen to it.
Absolutely not. Her excuse is Davey and Les and Bubble needed the exercise.
But it's when she turns down a hall, the dinos and furbaby following her closely, that voice in her head tells her, quite loudly...
Stop.
So she did. A tumble of emotions filled her, and she only vaguely recognized that she wasn't the one feeling them. But...who on this damn station did she trust enough to be able to pick up their emotions enough? No one, that was who.
But there was that subtle pull, leading her somewhere. So she follows it, just in time to see the door of her room shut. She doesn't hesitate to hurry over and get the door open again, a wave of anger sending swears and rude words to her mouth, and the shock of who she was seeing silencing them before they escaped.
She knew that shape, knew it quite damn well. Knew every hard line and curve, and the way their hair fell just so on their head. But she still couldn't get herself to speak.
It's about when Bubble scrambles in and starts racing around Jack's feet that Charlie finds her voice, cracking and surprised as it sounds.
"Still not Santa Fe, is it?"
Tell her it's better, Jack. Because if that's him, if that's Her Jack, it surely is.
When: Arrival Day (so backdated a bit)
Where: Charlie's room
What: After being separated for a month, Charlie and Jack are reunited
Warnings: Swearing. Gross couple stuff.
Charlie'd felt off for a couple hours already, but it wasn't easy placing why. Sure, she hadn't been sleeping that well, between missing Jack and her home on the islands, and the two AM idiot runs her cat and two ankylosaurs like to do every night. But that didn't explain that feeling of 'stay put' she felt creeping under her skin. She didn't like it.
She didn't want to stay put. There had to be a reason for that thought in her head, that subtle moment of instinct that got louder when she left her room. But she wasn't going to listen to it.
Absolutely not. Her excuse is Davey and Les and Bubble needed the exercise.
But it's when she turns down a hall, the dinos and furbaby following her closely, that voice in her head tells her, quite loudly...
Stop.
So she did. A tumble of emotions filled her, and she only vaguely recognized that she wasn't the one feeling them. But...who on this damn station did she trust enough to be able to pick up their emotions enough? No one, that was who.
But there was that subtle pull, leading her somewhere. So she follows it, just in time to see the door of her room shut. She doesn't hesitate to hurry over and get the door open again, a wave of anger sending swears and rude words to her mouth, and the shock of who she was seeing silencing them before they escaped.
She knew that shape, knew it quite damn well. Knew every hard line and curve, and the way their hair fell just so on their head. But she still couldn't get herself to speak.
It's about when Bubble scrambles in and starts racing around Jack's feet that Charlie finds her voice, cracking and surprised as it sounds.
"Still not Santa Fe, is it?"
Tell her it's better, Jack. Because if that's him, if that's Her Jack, it surely is.
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Aside from the basic jabber from that little thing on wheels, it was all Jack was really able to parse from the situation as he headed to his new bunk--that's what it was now, wasn't it? Just another bunk, a roof and a pillow without comfort or safety.
What was worse, it smelled all girly, clean and warm and kind of floral in a way that reminded him of Charlie...Charlie, who was probably holing up with him gone and shutting down and trying not to lose her damn mind...
He had to get out of this damn room. He had to get out of this room.
Only he couldn't, couldn't make himself care because he was so goddamn angry. Angry and alone and confused, but anger was safe so he picked up the first thing he could lay hands on and threw it across the room as hard as he could, letting out a howl of rage that clogged in his throat and cut itself off, sharp and sudden.
He wanted to break something, and he wanted to break it bad. He wanted...he felt, he felt...
Tired. Harried. Out of sorts and in the mood to just say no.
And sure, it weren't out of character for him to wanna tussle...this didn't feel right. It felt like an afterthought, a bubble of emotion in the back of his head...a nagging sense of...something...
Then he heard her voice and spun around.
Now my eyes is finally open...and my dreams, dey's average size...
"Sure." he snorted, crossing the room with a sigh of relief to wrap her in a bone crushing hug. "Who needs dat crummy joint? Sunofabitch, you scared the hell outta me..."
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Bubble meows loudly, protesting not only the fact that they're ignoring her, but her two asshole dino siblings are now chasing.
Charlie sigs and watches the trio. She's calm about this, used to it. So she's hoping Jack doesn't react too badly.
”You three can't let me have one minute, can you?”
She looks up at Jack, finally really looking him over. ”When did you get here? And why are you in my room?”