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    Boone (Paddy) Fitzpatrick

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    July 5, 2019

    ...night, west of NYC

     

     

    [boone]Dude… you fucking shot me![/boone]

     

    It hurt. A lot!

     

    How the hell did the fucker manage that?!? Boot kicked the guy's leg once, he was dead at least. Shotgun pumped and he shot him again just because, leaning down to pick up the odd looking thing on a string that the man refused to give him. Well, he would have given it to him if he’d given him more money. Could he at least do a job where the stupid trope bullshit didn’t apply? For once? ‘Cause… that’d be great.

     

    The Colossus wannabe winced again, fucker blew a hole through his damn shoulder. Fingers reached behind, groaning in pain. It hadn’t come out. Damn it! Talisman stuffed in his pocket –it better not do anything while it was in there- he slung the shotgun on his shoulder and straddled his bike. Blood was already down to his elbow. Damn it! Pulling a button down out of his pack he wound it tight about the shoulder, cell already dialed. He could call Pharos….. buuuuut this wasn’t a Pharos job. Just outside the city, the reception was spotty.

     

    Voicemail.

     

    [boone]Heyyyy! Alistair. Buddy. We haven’t chatted in a while. Well, okay a really long while, but I need a favor. I have a pub I just bought in Manhattan, beer is good. If you ever want to retire from the job as a gender-bent Storm cosplayer I’ll give you a partnership… just bullshitting. No really, you have great hair for it. I need a favor. Not, the pub thing, but I will totally do that to repay you.[/boone] he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. [boone]I got shot. Now.. before you get all concerned, because I hope you would at least a little, the guy totally Han Solo’d first. Um, if you have like.. a healer or something in your gig, that’d be great. I could explain… but yah, not exactly on... never mind. Better I don't tell you,. Send them to Warehouse 22. Harbor. About that pub thing, I was serious about it being a payback ‘cause. Anyway. Sooo.. how are you? I’m good.. except for the shot thing.[/boone]

     

    He frowned at the phone when it ran out of time and beeped.

     

    Well… here’s to hoping the message got through. Sliding it into his back pocket, he revved the engine once and was off home. Here's also to hoping he didn't bleed to death on the way home., and that quiet thing in his pocket next to his goods stayed a quiet thing in his pocket next to his goods.

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    Dreaming.

     

    Altheia had been dreaming about things that she would rather not be dreaming about. So when her phone buzzed on her nightstand beside her bed, making her sit up in bed quickly, covered in sweat. She was relieved, but also a tad bit grumpy that she was awake. She answered the phone groggily.

     

    [Altheia]Hello.....Mmhm. I'm awake.[/Altheia]

     

    She listened to Alistair tell her that she needed to head to Warehouse 22 and that someone was in need of her assistance and by that she figured he meant that someone had been hurt.

     

    People are always getting hurt.

     

    [Altheia]Yup. I'll get there as quickly as possible.[/Altheia]

     

    She got out of bed with the phone still tucked between the side of her head and her shoulder, listening to Alistair give her a few details of what was going on.

     

    [Altheia]What do you mean he's a smartass?... I think I'll be fine. Yup. Ok. Bye.[/Altheia]

     

    She finished putting on her pants and lifted the phone from her shoulder, clicking the disconnect button. Then proceeded to put on a t-shirt, socks, and shoes as quickly as she could. She moved toward the door, grabbing her keys, but then stopped and sighed inwardly. She turned back around and went to her closet, opening the door, and grabbing her first aid kit.

     

    Just in case I don't really need to use my gift, always good to be prepared.

     

    She went back to the door, making sure to grab her phone and purse as she left her apartment, locking the door behind her. Her feet moved swiftly as they carried her out of her building and to her car which had been parked just around the corner. An inward groan as she fumbled in her purse to get her keys out. She quickly unlocked her doors and got into the car before starting the car and putting in the address to her GPS.

     

    Warehouse 22. Harbor. Well... I'm sure this will be an eventful evening...

     

    Traffic hadn't been that bad on the way out of her neighborhood and she had made it to the warehouse in good enough time. For a moment she stayed in her car, taking in the surrounding area and making sure it was okay to get out of her car. She never was one to be good in a fight and she knew that her skill in any area of that expertise was not that great.

     

    Healing and taking care of the injured was her thing and it would mostly likely stay that way for the rest of her life. Unless she deemed it absolutely necessary to learn some defense which as of lately it didn't seem like that bad of an idea. She stepped out of her car and stood by the driver door, pulling the first aid kit close to her chest. Her eyes kept a watch out for any movement or sound.

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    Air was hot, dry… small dots of perspiration peppering his forehead despite the whisking air on his bike.  Murderous speed.  Screw that…ludacris speed.  He was going into shock, the little spots of light flicking in front of his vision, or were those other cars?  Fuuuuck.  Shoulder had cramped to the point he was one handed on the bike, a tight wince as he pulled his arm down to turn, feeling the hot dribble of blood under his teeshirt.

     

    Please…  pleeeease check your messages.  In his head, he had been super serial about cutting half with an old college buddy.  Being an accountant, even if a big chunk was for the mob, was boring.  Beer.  Beer was not boring.  Tongue clucked against the top of his mouth.  His tongue was dry.  Hell, if the guy checked his messages and got him help he would GIVE him the damn pub.  He was putting a lot of faith on the line.  If he passed out in his warehouse?  Screwed.  The kind of screwed that would involve a lot of unpleasantness.

     

    Good grief.  He was a fucking moron.  Skin flickered under the teeshirt, shoulder snapping into an unmovable position as skin hardened over the wound, and with it the blood staved.  He had no idea what kind of bruise he would have when it was all said and done but at least he wouldn’t bleed to death if he had to end up going to the hospital.

     

    Bike revved once as he steered between the warehouses, light flickering across a car next to his door and someone standing outside it, clutching something to her chest.

     

    Hm.

     

    Had he forgotten someone was coming over?     …had he forgot he’d ordered someone?

     

    Nah..  uhoh.

     

    Light on the bike was shut off as he coasted in, the “porch light” over his door not illuminating the side he was trying to hide.  'Hi, I'm Boone and I'm covered in blood because...  I like cake... full contact mud wrestling?'

     

    [boone]Um.  Hi.  …you here for me? ‘cause…[/boone]

     

    ‘cause he was out doing what he shouldn’t have been doing and got his ass shot and now he had to explain to a pretty girl that was standing next to his place in the middle of the night that he couldn’t remember if he’d.. ‘ahem’… ordered…  or picked up in a bar..   or.. maybe Ali had come through and sent him someone from his crew and now he was looking like a complete asshat trying to figure out what to do….

     

    Holy fuck that was a brain mouthful.

     

    Eyes flicked around the darkness.  She was alone.

     

    [boone]Hi.[/boone]  voice lowered to a whisper, cutting the bike.  [boone]Did.. I order you? or..  did, um my buddy send you to you know..  help me out with..[/boone]

     

    He gestured slightly to his shoulder.

     

    [boone]Big badaboom through the shoulder.  If you’re not here for that..  then um.. have a great night.. sorry for the mix-up.  Lemme get my wallet, I'll buy you dinner at least.[/boone]

     

    He kicked the stand on his rag tag bike and swung his leg over.  Okay, that was it.  Woah, dizzy.  Bloody hand slapped the side of the warehouse, metal slipping from his control to open the wound again, shotgun clattering off his shoulder.  Good thing it was empty.

     

    [boone]I got this.[/boone]  he held his finger up, losing the battle with gravity as his brain swirled and he was down for the count, the fucking thing in his pocket pressing against his junk.  Why the hell was he more worried about that than bleeding to death?

     

    Because he knew better.

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    If there was one thing that she hated most it was standing alone, in the middle of the night, in an area that she had never been to. It wasn't that she was scared of the dark, but she was scared of what might be lurking about in the shadows. She knew the world wasn't a safe place anymore. That little piece of truth was known by pretty much the rest of the population of Earth. Therefore it made perfectly good sense that the longer she stood there waiting, the more she began getting nervous.

     

    The sound of a bike revving made her head turn instinctively toward the direction of the sound.

     

    Please let that be him....

    I really don't want to be standing here alone any longer...

     

    After seeing the bike stop she realized without a doubt that he must be the reason why she was told to come here. She moved the kit from her chest, holding it with her left hand, as she began making her way over to him.

     

    He must be a trouble maker...

    Most trouble makers ride bikes, right...

     

    $ "Um.  Hi.  …you here for me? ‘cause…"

     

    [Altheia]I'm willing to take a shot in the dark and say yes...[/Altheia]

     

    $ "Hi."

     

    [Altheia]Hi...[/Altheia]

     

    She replied back to him calmly and took a step toward him as he killed the engine on the bike. She looked over his face and then scanned her eyes down his body, seeing that so far he looked alright, even though she could tell he was definitely in trouble.

     

    $ "Did.. I order you? or..  did, um my buddy send you to you know..  help me out with.."

     

    [Altheia]I mean... you didn't technically order me... Ali called and told me a buddy of his needed my assistance... And so, well... Here I am to...[/Altheia]

     

    Her voice trailed off as he turned to show her his shoulder.

     

    Holy crap.

     

    [Altheia]Yeah no kidding... You're a crazy one to even consider riding your bike anywhere with a wound like that... And how in the hell can you think about buying someone dinner when you are about to bleed to death?[/Altheia]

     

    The instant she saw him swing his leg over his bike she knew he wasn't going to be standing much longer. It didn't take but an instant to be right next to him after his hand hit the warehouse. The sound of the shotgun hitting the ground made her jump slightly.

     

    Just what I need... to look like a wuss in front of a total badass.

     

    $ "I got this."

     

    [Altheia]I really don't think you do, but hey positive thinking helps, right...[/Altheia] she wrapped one arm around his waist and helped him as he lost his battle with gravity. After he was down on the ground she looked at his badly injured shoulder. Her first thought was to grab her kit, but it looked like this was worse than what she first thought.

     

    Her hands grabbed the edges of torn shirt from the entry hole of his wound and she ripped, exposing the wound more clearly. [Altheia]Sorry about your shirt. I'll buy you a new one... if you promise to stay awake for me...[/Altheia]

     

    The wound was still bleeding and she looked down at him, then brought her right hand to cover the wound, closing her eyes and then opening them once more. Her hands stayed placed on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin and blood beneath her hand. [Altheia]This is going to take about 10 minutes to heal..... then you should be good to go...[/Altheia]

     

    Not to mention the fact that I will be drained... and completely wiped out...

     

    The things I do for people I don't even know...

     

    Then again healing someone this hot certainly has it's perks. A soft smile came to her lips as she kept her hand over the wound, feeling her powers working on healing him.

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    " I'm willing to take a shot in the dark and say yes..."

     

    Yesssssssssssss.  He really should call and apologize to Alistair for that cosplay thing.

     

    " Hi..."

     

    Blink was quick.  Was she looking him over or? Ohhh..  Right.  Doc.

     

    " I mean... you didn't technically order me... Ali called and told me a buddy of his needed my assistance... And so, well... Here I am to..."

     

    As she studied his shoulder, a smirk was building at the corner of his lips despite the his obvious distress. She was either the smoothest chick in the world, unfazed by anything, or she really had no idea what he was talking about.  Brow quirked slightly at her.

     

    " Yeah no kidding... You're a crazy one to even consider riding your bike anywhere with a wound like that... And how in the hell can you think about buying someone dinner when you are about to bleed to death?"

     

    Holy fuck, she really didn’t.  She was the most precious thing in the world.

     

    [boone]Well.. I thought it was a more gentlemanly thing to come to you… with all the zombies I fought and all…  Lots.  Lots of zombies..[/boone]

     

    Not a damn one actually, just some dick with a gun that got the drop on him…. aaaand then he went down.  He had this.  He had this.  The small mighty mouse had some strength in her at least.  He was NOT a light person.  Something with his body chemistry.  Gun clattered.  He liked that gun a lot.  Hope it didn’t break anything.

     

    " I really don't think you do, but hey positive thinking helps, right..."

     

    [boone]Always positive.. positive I got shot.  Whoah!  Hey now![/boone]

     

    The tear of his shirt sent chills across his skin.  The edge of the wound as he got the first good look at it was trying to close itself, the confused frost of what looked like metal…  hell, it was metal- his brain’s kneejerk response to fix it.  He was trying to shut it off, but it was doing some kind of Terminator shit.  Took a moment.

     

     " Sorry about your shirt. I'll buy you a new one... if you promise to stay awake for me..."

     

    [boone]Stay awake.  Got it.[/boone]

     

    Easier said than done, he did feel like a chronic drunk at the moment.  She had reached for her med kit, but then decided against it.  Was he about to get some hoodoo?  ‘cause he had that thing in his pocket…  The warmth at first startled him..

     

    [boone]Whoah, whoah.. hang on…[/boone]  he dug into his pocket. [boone]…gotta, get…this..[/boone]

     

    Shit.. did he lose it?  The incoherent groping produced the odd charm on a cord, looping it over the handlebar of his bike.

     

    [boone]Okay..  I’m good.[/boone]

     

    He settled back in.

     

    " This is going to take about 10 minutes to heal..... then you should be good to go..."

     

    Eyes kept flicking up at her, catching the soft smile.  Ten minutes? Damn…  he got a good deal out of this.

     

    [boone]You know..  you know the bullet is still in there.. takes a pretty tough guy to, um, take a bullet and drive through zombies to get back here in one piece.[/boone]

     

    Eyes flicked up to her.

     

    [boone]If stuff gets hard, don’t let that freak you out..[/boone]  he stopped himself.  [boone]No, not that.  That’s my thing.  No, not that thing.  Not what you think.  Sorry.  My skin. My skin does that.  Funny huh how I got shot when my skin does that?  Never been healed, it might decide to do what it wants..  my skin I mean.[/boone]

     

    He blinked at her, deciding to shut up for the time being, until his face puckered.  It tickled.

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    All of his moving around trying to find the charm in his pocket made her want to knock him out, but instead she opted for giving him a glaring look, keeping her hand on the wound. It would only take a few seconds more and then she could pull out the damn bullet. It was always bad when the bullet didn't exit, those were the injuries she hated the most.

     

    Well. I did have a feeling tonight was going to be interesting...

     

    Her eyes flicked to the charm that now hung from his bike. It wasn't that great looking so it couldn't be for a lover or a girl for that matter. So it must be something that isn't meant as a gift. Another glance to his face and she wondered if he had stolen it.

     

    Yeah...zombies....mmmhmmm.

     

    $ "You know..  you know the bullet is still in there.

     

    A second later she removed her hand and looked at him for a second, [Altheia]This might hurt just a little bit...[/Altheia] then she put her right hand pointer finger right next to the bullet hole and placed her left hand just to the edge. A second later and the bullet came out slowly. She removed it and placed it down on the ground before replacing her right hand on the wound.

     

    [Altheia]Oh. So zombies use guns now? Hmmmm. Well then I guess we are in more trouble than I thought,[/Altheia] she said the words jokingly and smiled down at him. It was easy to tell that he most certainly was a joking kind of fellow. He seemed to be in good spirits even though he had been shot which made her wonder if this sort of thing happened all too often to him.

     

    $ "No, not that.  That’s my thing.  No, not that thing.  Not what you think.

     

    She chuckled softly and shook her head a little. [Altheia]I'm sure that your skin has interesting abilities. Don't worry. I've pretty much seen it all...[/Altheia] her words trailed off followed by a faint blush.

     

    Great, now I sound like some sort of hussy...

     

    [Altheia]I mean, being a doctor there's pretty much nothing that hasn't crossed my path that's out of the ordinary,[/Altheia] she sighed after her words and felt better as she rectified her last statement. Her eyes flicked back to the charm and then back to him.

     

    [Altheia]So what is that thing? And I'm also guess that is why you got shot in the first place. Not crazy evolved zombies,[/Altheia] she spoke as she lifted her hand a fraction of an inch to see how far along the wound was coming and it looked like it was almost healed. [Altheia]Just a little bit longer to go.[/Altheia]

     

    She rested her weight on her knees, trying to get a little more comfortable and used her left hand to check to see if he had been injured anywhere else. In the next instant she stopped and realized that he probably would have told her. Darn instant instinct to check the body for injuries. It was a good thing she supposed, but in this situation slightly embarrassing.

     

    [Altheia]Sorry. Habit to check out the rest of the body...[/Altheia] a small sigh came from her lips before speaking again. [Altheia]I meant that it is instinct, being a doctor and all, to make sure there's nothing else wrong with the patient.[/Altheia]

     

    God this just got really embarrassing.

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    Roguish smile was charming at the glare, holding up his finger to wait to assure her he was indeed looking for something important and not just stalling the healing process.

     

    [boone]This thing’s been next to my junk the entire ride. Not gonna risk the chance of having you nuke it and it turns into some sort of dragon or something.  That would be… awkward..[/boone]  the word awkward was emoted in a sing-song humored way. 

     

    He made sure it was safely hung from his bike handle. Now, it still could do something completely whack-ass and eat them both, but he’d rather go out that way than be bit in his magical Mjolnir and end up in the hospital explaining why he had weird shit in that area in the first place… they used to have TV shows about crazy ass sex that sent people’s naughty bits to the hospital.  No way in hell he would be making up a story to save face for that.

     

    " This might hurt just a little bit..."

     

    Smirk was light, he’d heard that before…  wrong time.  YEOUCH!  The thing hurt worse coming out than it did going in. Brows knitted in pain, his body wasn’t very happy… it was almost like it wanted to keep the metal like a dog’s bone.

     

    " Oh. So zombies use guns now? Hmmmm. Well then I guess we are in more trouble than I thought,"

     

    Expression was slightly jackass… [boone]..well you know, I may have been mistaken, all the gunfire and explosions.  Might have been a troll involved…[/boone]

     

    His rambling explanations were at it again, always backtracking to reassure people he wasn’t indeed being some sort of college frat boy with a dirty mind. Dirty mind maybe, but never frat boy.  He didn’t lower himself to dumb games and pranks.  He blew shit up for fun.

     

    I'm sure that your skin has interesting abilities. Don't worry. I've pretty much seen it all...I mean, being a doctor there's pretty much nothing that hasn't crossed my path that's out of the ordinary,"

     

    He really was concerned about what would happen when she started a bit more on his skin.  Unreadable expression at his genuine worry lifted to a quirked smile at her blush.  She was absolutely precious.

     

    " So what is that thing? And I'm also guess that is why you got shot in the first place. Not crazy evolved zombies, Just a little bit longer to go."

     

    He grabbed her wrist after the words had barely left her lips, keeping her from touching his wound again.  Something felt funny.  Swallowing slightly.

     

    [boone]Hang on… [/boone]  it was devoid of any smartassery, the humorless tone stark enough to be taken completely seriously.  Forehead crinkled, watching the skin under the blood around the healing wound ripple gently.  Whatever she was doing was making his skin warm, like sun on metal, he wasn’t sure if it would or could burn her.  [boone]Just a heads up… I do this.[/boone]

     

    He cocked his chin slightly away from her, a sheer of silver sliding down to his collar bone. His other fingers reached and tapped on it, the metallic sound obvious.  It disappeared just as quickly.

     

    [boone]Don’t know how I’m reacting, it’s getting hot.[/boone]

     

    Serious moment had definitely brought the smartass a little under control. He may have been a dick, but he was a dick with a heart.  He let go of her wrist, it was her own choice if she wanted to continue. Full disclosure and all.

     

    Eyebrows lifted.

     

    [boone]That thing??  It’s… it’s..  never mind.  It’s probably a better idea if I don’t tell you then if someone asks you won’t have to lie.[/boone]

     

    He grinned.

     

    [boone]Just another fun toy for my collection.  I’m sure you have a collection of your own..  Toys..  I mean.  Like fun things you do. Not like.. those toys.[/boone]

     

    Brows rose as her hands began to wander.

     

    " Sorry. Habit to check out the rest of the body...I meant that it is instinct, being a doctor and all, to make sure there's nothing else wrong with the patient."

     

    Smirk wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, noting her blush,  [boone]Just doing your job doc. Yes, I can do that metal trick anywhere on my body.  That's always the next question.  Buns of steel.  Makes bar fights fun too.[/boone]

     

    He lay there for a moment, fingers running over what was a moment ago a hole in his shoulder.  Other than a great deal of blood, skin was smooth, but he hummed like a stone had hit a bronze statue. Echoed almost, in his brain; the residual vibrations from powers that nobody could really explain.  Shoulder shivered, the odd ability to encase his skin in metal tried a few times like a normal person flexing a hand that had just been smashed in a door to make sure everything was okay.

     

    Satisfied, he sat up,  [boone]Not bad doc, not bad.[/boone]

     

    He pulled the rest of the ripped mess and makeshift bandage off, a hand on the seat of his bike to get up.  The thing was snatched off the handlebar and slid over his neck as he wiped what he could of the blood off.  Brain was a bit…  wonky, a bit dizzy still, but damn.

     

    [boone]Boone.[/boone]  he said matter-of-factly. [boone]Paddy if you like. Irish thing.  People seem to connect Boone with some sort of jackass from a frat movie.  Blame my dad.[/boone]

     

    He pulled a fatigue green tee shirt from his bike’s saddlebag and peeled it over his torso.

     

    [boone]What do I owe you?[/boone]

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    The glare didn't last but only a few seconds because who the hell could glare at a good looking guy who starts smiling at you all charming like. It just isn't possible and if it is she'd like to meet or talk to the woman who was able to do so. Maybe get a few pointers or tips.

     

    That would be… awkward.."

     

    She chuckles softly at his words and shakes her head. This man is going to make her act like a fool and she isn't going to like it one little bit. It wasn't enough that most of her friends thought she was awkward and a little accident prone, but for a very handsome guy to think that would almost kill her. She'd just have to play it cool as much as possible. No walking fast, running, skipping, or anything that could cause her to fall flat on her face.

     

    Her left hand patted his chest lightly and then gently rubbed as she saw the pained look on his face. She hated seeing him in pain, but that bullet did need to come out and there was no other way to do it. Well. There had been, but that would have been way more time consuming.

     

    Might have been a troll involved…"

     

    [Altheia]Wow. Trolls. Sounds like you had a pretty rough night. I'm surprised you managed to escape with just one bullet wound,[/Altheia] she smiled at her own words.

     

    It didn't take her long to realize that he probably did get hurt quite a bit and it wasn't because he seemed totally calm with being shot in the first place, but because she reckoned that he probably obtained that charm illegally. Then she began to wonder just how often he did get himself into situations that weren't good for his well being.

     

    Why am I even thinking things like that. I'm sure he can take care of himself...

    Most of the time...hopefully.

     

    Her eyes moved to his quickly as he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

     

    $ "Hang on… "

     

    Then her eyes moved to the wound seeing his skin ripple, then her eyes moved to his neck as she noticed him tilt his chin away. Her brows creased slightly as she watched the silver move. The next instant her scientific brain kicked in, getting extremely excited to see something so interesting and new.

     

    [Altheia]That is freaking cool and...[/Altheia] her words trailed off as she stopped herself from sounding too much like a science nerd.

     

    $ "Don’t know how I’m reacting, it’s getting hot."

     

    She took a deep breath at his words and knew that he wasn't fully healed so she hesitantly placed her right hand back on the wound lightly. She did feel as though she was getting burned, but it wasn't too bad to the point she would pull away quickly. It was only a matter of seconds before she was completely done and he was healed.

     

    Her hand pulled away and she looked down at her palm, seeing a slight burn.

     

    Well, I guess that's something to keep in mind with this one if I ever need to heal him again.

     

    It only took her a few seconds after closing her hand to heal her own hand. Her hand opened up once more and the burn was completely gone from her palm and then nodded at his next words, realizing that it probably made sense. She wouldn't want someone going after her just because she knew what exactly he had.

     

    Toys..  I mean.  Like fun things you do. Not like.. those toys."

     

    She chuckled again and felt herself blush even more at the mention of toys. It was sudden and slightly awkward, but it was the funniest thing that anyone had said to her in a very long time. She turned her head away from him for a moment, looking up at the "porch" light of the warehouse, trying to gain some sort of composure before looking back down at him. It was easier said than done and it took her what felt like forever to do so, but she looked back down at him after a few seconds.

     

    That's always the next question."

     

    [Altheia]I...I...I was not going to ask that question,[/Altheia] she replied back in a stammer, then continued, [Altheia]...but thank you for the info....[/Altheia]

     

    Oh how embarrassed can I get in one night? Am I going for some sort of record??

     

    She watched as he touched his own skin and also as his skin seemed to turn to metal and then back again. She was very curious about his ability and what all he could do. Which in return made her feel like she had a dirty mind of her own, even though that isn't at all what she was thinking about. Medical reasons and that was all.

     

    After he stood up so did she, taking a step back and then reaching down to pick up her first aid kit, unzipping it and pulling out some fresh gauze to wipe her hand off. At first when she had her first job working as a doctor blood sort of creeped her out and in a way it still did. That might just be because she hated seeing people hurt, in pain, when she had the ability to make it all go away.

     

    $ "Boone."

     

    [Altheia]I think I'll stick with Boone. I actually quite like it...[/Altheia] She paused for a moment and then replied. [Altheia]Altheia...no nickname for me. And you don't owe me anything. On the house. If you will. It's what I do.[/Altheia]

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    My GOD.  The chuckling THOUGH.  It was this… combination of a giggle and intelligent laughter laced with furious blushing.  It was like one of those damn FUBAR cocktails he avoided at all costs- tasted like Kool Aid then WHAM, you stood up and you were on your ass before you could completely find your feet.  He was confused.  As a red blooded American beer and gun loving male he was completely put off his game.  He wasn’t sure he could be turned on by a girl with a brain… was that even possible?  The burn of his ears said yes?  Or was that something else…

     

    A few quick glances were cast in her direction as he was monitoring his skin to make sure it didn’t try to eat her confirmed his suspicions...

     

    “Aliens”

     

    She even rubbed his chest to help with the pain.  There was no way she could be this precious.

     

    " Wow. Trolls. Sounds like you had a pretty rough night. I'm surprised you managed to escape with just one bullet wound,"

     

    [boone]I think…  I think I got a bump on my head too..[/boone]  he reached with his non-bloody hand and touched the side of his head above his ear with a puppy dog look..  [boone]Nah, just fuckin’ with yah.  Takes a bit to get the drop on me.  We were chatting about chicks.. er women, then..[/boone]  he clicked his tongue for emphasis to his finger pistol, turning quickly concerned when he realized something felt weird.  Was this what one felt like when they were healed?

     

    ..and he warned her.

     

    " That is freaking cool and..."

     

    [boone]Really?[/boone]  he looked at the back of his hand.  [boone]Would be a lot better if I could actually move when I’m a Silver Surfer.  So far, just parts…  but not the fun parts, because I figured out that was really uncomfortable.  Normally it keeps me from getting shot.  My power, not my fun parts.  Well, they sometimes help too.[/boone]

     

    He smirked at his train of thought, watching her look everywhere else but him as she composed herself and thanked him for the extra info.

     

    [boone]Sorry..  sorry.  Nope, not sorry.[/boone]

     

    The crude humor hid the concerned furl of his brows as he got himself cleaned up and dressed, noting she had to do the same hoodoo on herself.  He’d burned her.  Lower lip tucked in his top teeth a moment.  He wasn’t a complete ass. No, he was…  but he wasn’t without a heart.

     

    Shit just got real.

     

    Introductions then.

     

     " I think I'll stick with Boone. I actually quite like it..."

     

    He blinked at her, [boone]Really?[/boone]

     

    " Altheia...no nickname for me. And you don't owe me anything. On the house. If you will. It's what I do."

     

    [boone]On the house Altheia??  Nah..  only I get to say that in my bar, it's not for true work.  On the house is for booze.  Which sounds good.  Beer?  I’m not trying to get you in bed, promise.[/boone]  he picked up his shotgun and eyed it over, cracking it and reloading with something from his back pocket before he slung it back over his shoulder and patted himself down for keys.. snatching them from the bike.  [boone]Not asking for freebies from the friend of a friend… gotta warn ya though, don’t have company much.[/boone]  not here anyway. 

     

    He keyed open the side door, shouldering it once, stupid thing always stuck..  resorting to a kick before he reached in to turn the lights on.  The place was massive, one corner lit up before it engulfed into darkness beyond.  His corner of the world had all the basic necessities, clean, littered with bike engine parts he was in the middle of tinkering on.  A few beer bottles…  but smelled, nice.  Apple spice or some shit like that.  He’d never been able to figure out why.

     

    [boone]Relax a bit.[/boone]  he hooked his shotgun of choice for the evening on the wall, next to a plethora of others.  [boone]Sit, kick up your feet.. coffee table is good for that,[/boone]  he picked up a bike part from it in passing and moved it to the table.  [boone]I think I finally got something to come through on the TV.[/boone]

     

    Of course, she could tell him to fuck the complete off…  and if she did, he would make sure she got home safe.

     

    [boone]Oh wait…  I just got a sample of this wine from the Finger Lakes Winery.  Been wanting to try it to see if I'll stock it in my bar..  unless you like beer. I can do that too.[/boone]  he grabbed a couple of wine glasses and two beers, closing the stainless steel fridge with his foot, bag of pretzels in his teeth.  [boone]Wait.. do you want to go home?  I didn’t even ask..  [/boone]

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    $ "I think…  I think I got a bump on my head too.."

     

    Slowly her eyes raised and for a split second she thought that he might be serious which had her really worried for a moment. The last thing that she wanted to reveal to him was that this whole process was probably either going to leave her with a nasty headache or leave her completely exhausted. There's no way he can have a concussion or a skull fracture. Please don't let it be a skull fracture.

     

    Her hand had moved from his chest to his head where he touched for a second, feeling his hair under her fingers and wondered for a second what it would feel like to have all of her fingers in his hair. She blinked fast and removed her hand.

     

    $ "Nah, just fuckin’ with yah.

     

    A swift and soft slap went to his chest and she glared at him. Yet she was extremely relieved that he wasn't injured any more than what he had been. God, why did he have to be handsome, funny, and a bit of a smartass. She didn't need or want to be getting distracted by a guy right now. He was going to do that to her. She could feel it. Kinda like a sixth sense that whispers in the back of your mind. Only right now it seemed to be screaming at her.

     

    [Altheia]Don't do that... Because I think you've been hurt enough for one evening...[/Altheia] her voice was soft. Damn, that sounded kind of deep and really meaning full. I mean, I did mean for it to be meaningful, but... Yes. Here I go. Just keep digging myself further into the void of embarrassment. I wonder if I'll be able to dig myself out after tonight. Probably not.

     

    $ "Really?"

     

    [Altheia]Yes really! I mean you can completely change something with your physical body into something that it SHOULDN'T be. I mean. Before everything. It's really fascinating. That could also just be my medical brain talking though.[/Altheia] she always had finding out about different abilities that people had developed. It was amazing to her, but at the same time a little sad because she knew how hard the change was from being normal to not so normal.

     

    "So far, just parts…  but not the fun parts, because I figured out that was really uncomfortable.

     

    God she wished he would stop doing that. How many times can someone blush in a night before they just stay red all the time? Was that even a thing? Was it even possible? She hoped to hell it wasn't.

     

    $ "Sorry..  sorry.  Nope, not sorry."

     

    [Altheia]That is very obvious. You, sir, have a very dirty mind...[/Altheia] she paused for a second. [Altheia]I'm not complaining... it's just.... new to me. Haven't met anyone quite like you.[/Altheia] she finished and then blatantly reminded herself once more that Ali DID warn her about how much of a smartass he was.

     

    $ "Really?"

     

    [Altheia]Yes really. It seems more masculine and I don't know. I just feel like it fits you more than Paddy. Even though I literally just met you... so I have no idea what I'm talking about.[/Altheia] she added. Great. Now I'm rambling because nothing says cute or sexy like a rambler. ... Even my thoughts are filled with rambles. Am I nervous? Maybe I'm nervous? But why does he make me nervous? So many questions.

     

    "Nah..  only I get to say that in my bar, it's not for true work.  On the house is for booze.  Which sounds good.  Beer?  I’m not trying to get you in bed, promise."

     

    Maybe I'll get use to his dirty mind. Wait. If I do, will my mind become dirty. Oh god...

     

    [Altheia]I just meant that I don't consider my ability to be a thing to be bought. It's for good what I do. It's to help people. If I don't do it... Then who would. It's just how I've always felt since I've developed my ability.[/altheia] she paused for a moment. [altheia]Beer sounds alright. Never been much of a beer girl though....... and to be completely honest. When I tend to heal someone it sorta takes a lot out of me, energy wise.[/altheia] she stopped talking.

     

    Are you really doing this, Altheia? Turning his offer of drinks down. Are you freaking crazy?!

     

    She watched him and almost said something about taking it easy. Then stopped herself from seeming a little too concerned for his health. Even though she had almost basically turned him down she still followed him inside and looked around the area. She followed him over to the lit corner that seemed to be his place. She looked at all the bike parts and thought that that was also a very good trait to have. To be able to build, repair, and tinker with a means of transportation. She could barely even change a tire.

     

    $ "Relax a bit."

     

    The word relax did appeal to her very much. She had been following him and as he passed by the coffee table she sat down on the nearest coushion. A soft sigh came from her lips and as she did relax she became immediately aware of just how tired she was. Apparently the adrinaline had been keeping her going. Maybe it had been a bad idea to sit down.

     

    Just don't close your eyes...

     

    $ "Oh wait…  I just got a sample of this wine from the Finger Lakes Winery.

     

    [altheia]Wine sounds absolutely perfect to me. At least better than beer.[/altheia] she smiled at her last words because she had a feeling that Boone was probably a beer kind of guy. She could definitely see him lounging around drinking beer as must as possible.

     

    $ "Wait.. do you want to go home?  I didn’t even ask..  "

     

    Her eyes had stayed on him, watching him grab what he was after. She sat up a little more, trying to make herself a little less relaxed because if she would stay relaxed a moment longer she would probably pass out and that would be the cherry on top of the whole embarrassing evening. [altheia]I think it would be best if I did stay here for at least a little while. Let me get my strength back. I normally don't tell people that down side to my ability. Kinda have always thought it made me vulnerable in a way.[/altheia]

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    " Don't do that... Because I think you've been hurt enough for one evening..."

     

    Face became a bit serious.  Hurt enough for one night?  Awwwwwww…  she cared.  She cared?  That was kinda cool, normally when he needed to be stitched up the nurse at the hospital rolled her eyes.  Course he always gave her an ass slap when he could.  They had dated.  She didn’t like his shotguns.  Had to go.  No more ass slaps.  Still came down to one of his bars sometimes.  BUT, he had to remember that as a retort when guys and zombies were trying to kick his ass.  He could hear it now... “HEEEEYYYYY  Carlllll, WHOAH, whoah…  just settle down.  I’ve been hurt enough for one night, let’s call it quits and just give me the relic k?” The thought brought a chuckle to himself, then a hunkered down eyeflick of guilt to make sure she didn’t think he was laughing at her.

     

    " Yes really! I mean you can completely change something with your physical body into something that it SHOULDN'T be. I mean. Before everything. It's really fascinating. That could also just be my medical brain talking though."

     

    He’d never been poked at, medically.  Figuring out the limitations and strengths of his unique ability had been a long road.  A lot of blood, a lot of excitement, and a few close calls with zombie bites.  He could get close, really close… probably not good for his health in the long run, but there was a certain adrenaline rush when you were facing death.  It brought out the smugness to see a zombie chomp down on a metal forearm before he stabbed them in the eye.  His ability also definitely helped fuel the fact he had a tendency to snap into a raging homicidal maniac when aggressive monsters contributed to innocent people’s deaths.  God complex maybe, maybe just done with everybody’s shit.

     

    …Haven't met anyone quite like you."

     

    Laugh was genuine.  [boone]C’mon I’m just like every other guy.  I just forgot to change my filter, then didn’t give a shit if it was ever there anymore. You live once.  Then you die… ain’t gonna spend it watching what I say.  Most guys just tighten their assholes and play the PC card.  The PC card sucks balls… but the perks of this shit is cool.[/boone] 

     

    Back of his hand slid a silver color to emphasize his point as the shotgun snapped shut, cursing his inability to fix everything but his own fucking door, fascinated by the fact she liked his name.

     

    " Yes really. It seems more masculine and I don't know. I just feel like it fits you more than Paddy. Even though I literally just met you... so I have no idea what I'm talking about."

     

    He could literally smell the nervousness rolling off her.  Maybe he should take her home, most people were uncomfortable with his flavor. People didn’t like being reminded that there were those in the world that didn’t give a shit who they offended.  He chuckled.

     

    [boone]Boone it is.  Just for you though.[/boone]

     

    " I just meant that I don't consider my ability to be a thing to be bought. It's for good what I do. It's to help people. If I don't do it... Then who would. It's just how I've always felt since I've developed my ability."

     

    [boone]My ability keeps me able to work and people from getting perished.  We all deserve a little thanks sometimes, makes life a little easier to live.  You live to work, you’ll work to live..  and that blows.  Fuck work.  Good to be all “save the world” but you can’t save the world if you’re exhausted from it.[/boone]

     

    He clinked down the bike part and started scavenging, pushing a random beer bottle from his way with his toe.  The place wasn’t a raging mess, but it was definitely a bachelor pad.  All he was missing was a slobbering dog.

     

    Hm.

     

    He needed a dog.

     

    " Beer sounds alright. Never been much of a beer girl though....... and to be completely honest. When I tend to heal someone it sorta takes a lot out of me, energy wise."

     

    He grabbed his chest like he’d been shot,  [boone]oh damn… you haven’t been given the right kind of beer..  not that shit pisswater before the Reso.  But, if you’re tired we can wait ‘till another time.[/boone]

     

    …she followed him. Hahahaha…. and sat.  He knew his bachelor pad was irresistible.  But she chose the lifesucking couch, good... and bad.

     

    " Wine sounds absolutely perfect to me. At least better than beer."

     

    Two glasses clinked on the coffee table, cork popped in an effortless stride.  He’d done it many, many times.  He could do it flat ass drunk too, when he shouldn’t really have been playing with pointy objects.  Where was the fun in that though?  Beer bottles were set on the table as well.  For later, for himself.  The pour into both glasses was expert… such an odd refinement from someone wearing pants spattered in his own blood and blacktop gravel in his hair, which he finally noticed as he swirled the wine glass to air it.  Fingers went up to rifle through the shorn curls, then brush the gravel from his knees.  Bottle was set in front of her.  He was just tasting, she could polish it.

     

    " I think it would be best if I did stay here for at least a little while. Let me get my strength back. I normally don't tell people that down side to my ability. Kinda have always thought it made me vulnerable in a way."

     

    [boone]I keep forgetting about that.  I’m not a mage so… all the great perks and none of the side effects.  You can stay as long as you need.  I can take you home too if you want.  Try that,[/boone]  he nodded toward the wine glass.  [boone]This stuff is actually pretty good for end of the world shit.[/boone]

     

    He collapsed into his leather armchair, steel toed combat boots making no qualms about clunking on the coffee table and crossing at the ankles.  Settling in, he finished the wine and leaned forward to grab a beer- top snapped off  with his teeth.

     

    [boone]Glad you came though.  That ARMA, is doing some good work.  Wish I had the time, but being an accountant and all… money is starting to flow again.  Investments made.  Jumpstarting capitalism again is, time consuming.[/boone]

     

    HAHAHAH..  yah.  Time consuming.  So was running relics for Pharos.  Dangerous is what it fucking was.

     

    He looked down at the thing around his neck and pulled it off, so much trouble for the ugly little fucker.  It was discarded on the side table, he’d worry about it in the morning… unless it became a damn facehugger at night and shit would burst out of his chest.  Crap.  Boots hit the floor and he picked it up, tipping the beer for a drink before spinning the dial on a safe in the corner and dropping it in next to a plethora of papers and locking it again.  He came back, turned on the TV and smacked the side.  A picture flickered to life.  Reruns of late-night TV.  Some Scottish guy, he was funny.

     

    He plopped back in his chair and clunked his feet up.

     

    [boone]So Altheia the healer that makes house calls in the middle of the night to total strangers in the harbor district, tell me about yourself.  Truth or Dare?[/boone]

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    Altheia caught his chuckle and thought for a second that he was indeed laughing at her, but the hint of guilt in his eyes told her that he wasn't. When in fact he was probably thinking about something that just made him laugh. There was a video she saw once, that was actually for married couples, on tv where a guy was explaining how different guys and girls brains were from each other. It had made her laugh, but on the other hand she had a sense that what the guy had been talking about completely made sense. Boone made her think that the guy that had been on the tv probably had the whole truth on the matter.

     

    His laugh though. She could listen to him laugh everyday, all day.

     

    Don't think that...

     

    $ "C’mon I’m just like every other guy...

     

    [Altheia]You may be like other guys, but I'm fairly certain that you aren't like every other guy out there. The world is full of dirt bags that I'd rather punch in the face instead of heal any day,[/Altheia] she meant every single word that she said. "∇ At least so far you haven't showed me any signs that you're a dirt bag.

     

    ...Just for you though."

     

    [Altheia]Really,[/Altheia] she smiled wide at him. [Altheia]That makes me feel special.[/Altheia]

     

    Yup. Still digging that embarrassment hole, I see.

     

    If there was one thing that Altheia was really good at, besides healing people, it was putting herself into situations that tended to cause her enormous amounts of embarrassment. Though typically those situations involved her dropping things or putting a foot in her mouth while talking to her boss, which was never good for anyone. This was one of those rare special occasions when she wished she was a mute. Dumb, pretty, and lonely. No. Instead. Smart, cute, and hanging out with a really cute guy.

     

    No really. It's okay, I can handle this evening...

     

    ...Good to be all “save the world” but you can’t save the world if you’re exhausted from it."

     

    She thought about his words for a moment. [altheia]You're right. It is good to be rewarded now and again for something you've done. It's just...Take tonight for instance. If I hadn't been able to get here in time and heal you... would you have just bled out either outside the door or inside? Would some stranger have come by and helped you or would they just have taken all of your stuff... your bike, your charm that you seem keen on keeping, or even the clothes off your back? I don't think of what I did as a job. I think of it as helping someone that needed it.[/altheia]

     

    A soft giggle escaped her lips as he grabbed his chest as if he'd been shot at her comment of not liking beer. It wasn't her fault that she didn't like it. To her all beer just tasted like nasty cornflakes. The kind without being coated in sugar. Maybe it had something to do with having weird taste buds. She didn't know.

     

    ...But, if you’re tired we can wait ‘till another time."

     

    [altheia]I agree. I'll look forward to that day or night when you can introduce me to a better variety of beers. Heck. Maybe then I'll change my mind about beer all together.[/altheia]

     

    The movement of sitting up to reach for the glass of wine was slow. She picked up the glass and lifted it to her lips, tasting the glorious wine. She licked her lips and had then bit her bottom lip for a second before, taking another sip and relaxed back into the couch once more. Another sip was had and she looked over at Boone, realizing that he looked a hot mess.

     

    Ha. A hot mess....yes. Yes hot.

     

    ...You can stay as long as you need.

     

    [altheia]Thanks, I really do appreciate it. I hate needing things from people. I hate feeling like I need to be taken care of...[/altheia] she spoke. She must be more tired than she had originally thought to be admitting those things to a person she had just met. It was hard a hard thing for her to admit those words and feelings to people. So why was it so different from him. Has to be the lack of sleep. [altheia]Yeah. This wine is pretty good.[/altheia]

     

    Or I'm just crazy...

     

    She had finished her glass of wine and sat up slowly once more, placing the glass on the table, picking up the bottle of wine and pouring some more into her glass. Although doing it with way less finesse than Boone had.

     

    ...Wish I had the time, but being an accountant and all…

     

    [altheia]I'm wondering if that is really the case.... How does an accountant come into the line of work of getting shot and acquiring a charm all in the same night?... I might never want to become an accountant if I get tired of being a doctor,[/altheia] she smiled as she spoke. She wasn't a fool and she knew that something was slightly off about the whole situation that Boone had been in tonight. She wouldn't push for details though. She would, however, tease him a little.

     

    Altheia jumped a little as he smacked the side of his TV. She never understood why she was so jumpy all the time. She'd never been that way before.... Well. Before. Maybe it was just something that happened over time. Something she hadn't realized.

     

    ...Truth or Dare?"

     

    "∇ Truth or dare...really," she laughed and thought for a moment, biting her bottom lip.

     

    Why not take a leap...surprise him a little...

     

    "∇ Dare."

     

    This should be interesting.

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    " You may be like other guys, but I'm fairly certain that you aren't like every other guy out there. The world is full of dirt bags that I'd rather punch in the face instead of heal any day,"

     

    Laugh was again throaty. He was a dick.  An incredibly horny, liked to be drunk dick... that sometimes dabbled in killing people that were bad.  Strike that.  Beating the crap out of people that were bad, sometimes they died.  Scratch that.  Most of the time they died.  Only people that deserved it of course.  Jerks that would never pay for what they did otherwise.  But, she had a point.  He always did right by those that were making the world a bit brighter, even if they were jerks too.  You could be a complete asshat and still do the right thing, just weren’t a polished penny while doing it.

     

    " At least so far you haven't showed me any signs that you're a dirt bag.

     

    [boone]True.[/boone]  he still chuckled. Of course that could turn on a dime if she tried to fuck him over.  He didn’t see that from her though.  Everybody was out for something, she didn’t seem to be.

     

    He really didn't think she had any clue how angry and dangerous he could be at the click of a pen, it was adorable... but also concerning.

     

    As he rifled around his apartment, expression was quiet, listening to her.  He rarely paused his mouth to listen.  His life was a party.  Life sucked.  People didn’t give a shit whether you lived or died.  They were brutal, heartless and greedy.  He tried to punch a bright spot into that hole. Most often it involved alcohol, bad pub songs and REALLY dirty jokes.

     

    " You're right. It is good to be rewarded now and again for something you've done. It's just...Take tonight for instance. If I hadn't been able to get here in time and heal you... would you have just bled out either outside the door or inside? Would some stranger have come by and helped you or would they just have taken all of your stuff... your bike, your charm that you seem keen on keeping, or even the clothes off your back? I don't think of what I did as a job. I think of it as helping someone that needed it."

     

    He thought about it, a lot harder than he should have.  Eyes lifted at the giggle from his feigned shock, the always “up to something” quirk on his lips.  Lower lip rolled through his teeth, he didn't like being serious.

     

    [boone]People die Miss Doc.  We turn to dust.  Possessions turn to dust.  I probably would have died, but I would have died not regretting a damn fucking moment of my life.  Other than getting shot… because that shit was bunk, and he was a dick.  The charm?[/boone]

     

    He wiggled his fingers at her.

     

    [boone]This is not the charm you’re looking for.  Seriously though, not something you should have seen.  You know nothing John Snow.[/boone]

     

    She wanted to learn about beers?  He thought she didn't like beers.... ohhhhhhh..

     

    " I agree. I'll look forward to that day or night when you can introduce me to a better variety of beers. Heck. Maybe then I'll change my mind about beer all together."

     

    [boone]Wellll…. I kind of promised your boss I’d give him one of my new pubs.  Could be like Cheers. Except mages.  Drunk mages.[/boone]  he chuckled to himself as he settled into his man-chair. Not an icky, smells like stale beer and a slobby dog chair.  He did well by himself.  He was an accountant, a financial genius, and an all-around don’t be gross kinda guy.  He didn’t belch, he didn’t embarrass women that didn’t want to be embarrassed… the ass-slapping nurse was always well received.  She’d started that shit, not him.  He may have been an ass, but he didn’t have to look and live like it.

     

    He settled into it, enjoying the silence and spacious feeling of the massive empty warehouse and the gentle flickering colors of the television.

     

    " Thanks, I really do appreciate it. I hate needing things from people. I hate feeling like I need to be taken care of..."

     

    It hit a chord, beer bottle picked up, smart mouth finally silent. Thumb silvered and he flicked the top off with his built-in bottle opener.  Everybody always needed something.  The most in need never seemed to ask.  Lips perked as she poured herself another glass, happy to move out of the train of thought that always pulled him to a dark, unwelcome place.

     

    " I'm wondering if that is really the case.... How does an accountant come into the line of work of getting shot and acquiring a charm all in the same night?... I might never want to become an accountant if I get tired of being a doctor,"

     

    He chuckled.

     

    [boone]Extreme Accounting, Indiana Jones method.[/boone]

     

    It was waaaaay more fucking accurate that she probably knew.  He told the truth, always, in such a bullshitter way nobody ever believed his tall tales.  It’s why Pharos liked him.  All talk, no truth.  Except he wasn’t really at the core a talker, and all truth.

     

    " Truth or dare...really,"

     

    [boone]Yah.  The way you’re slicing through that wine you’re probably not going to remember any of this.  I need fodder to blackmail you later in case I get shot again and need fixin’[/boone]

     

    " Dare."

     

    [boone]Well then…[/boone]  he smirked to himself.  [boone]I dare you… to ask your boss what happened at senior prom.[/boone]

     

    Of course he didn’t remember senior prom, naughty naughty teenage drinking.  It was bad.  Bad Boone.  He didn’t think her boss would remember either, but that’s what dares were- the opportunity for much blushing and giggling.

     

    [boone]Okay…  your evidence to be provided at a later healing session that I may or may not need.  Your turn.[/boone]  he took another swig.  [boone]Truth... because I'll fucking do anything on a dare.[/boone]

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    Altheia really needed to stop saying comments that would lead to Boone laughing. It wasn't that his laugh was infectious. It was the problem and trouble that his laugh made her want to spend the rest of the night listening to him do just that. She didn't want anything between the two of them to lead into a great relationship which would only then be torn apart and break her heart. She didn't need that. She didn't want that. But she really did enjoy listening to his laugh.

     

    Such a major problem...

     

    $ "True."

     

    [altheia]Now don't get me wrong. The second you do do something that is total dirt bag worthy. I'll let you know and then my arse will be out that door....[/altheia] she paused for a second. [altheia]Although probably in a very stumbled walk.[/altheia]

     

    She didn't realize it at first, but she was beginning to notice his little mannerisms that he would do. A few of them, like seeing his teeth touch his lower lip, made her stomach do sort of a weird flip. It made her feel like she could get up and be brave enough to make a move. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

     

    Yeah. It's the wine...

     

    $ "People die Miss Doc.  We turn to dust.

     

    She sighed softly, composing herself and listening to his words with careful ears. It was always hard for her to try to get people to see how she felt about the world. About her gift. Sometimes she wondered if she was just wired differently. If maybe something else had changed in her that wasn't related to her ability.

     

    [altheia]We do turn to dust. However. The ones we leave behind don't,[/altheia] she spoke her reply short and sweet.

     

    Seriously though, not something you should have seen.  You know nothing John Snow.

     

    She smiled at his finger wiggling and raised an eyebrow. [altheia]If you really think it's going to be easy to just forget about that. Then you are more crazy than I first thought,[/altheia] she paused a minute before continuing. [altheia]I'm a curious one, but if you need me to not think on it, I won't.[/altheia]

     

    And she wouldn't. Or at least she would do her best to not dwell on it.

     

    Could be like Cheers. Except mages.  Drunk mages.

     

    "∇ That could be interesting... Though I admit might be a bit dangerous at times. Drunk mages could probably get out of hand, but would be awfully fun. I do have to admit that truth," she replied to his bar idea and smiled through her words. She didn't go out to bars too often to party it up. Never seemed like something she really wanted to do. Drinking was something she did enjoy. It was just the fact that more often than not there were fights or drama that she would just not be interested in or to be involved with.

     

    Damnit. Even his chuckle is alluring as hell...

     

    $ "Extreme Accounting, Indiana Jones method."

     

    "∇ Well. I can see where you get the Indiana Jones thing from. Especially with that bike of yours. ... Also if that's the case. I don't think I could be into that then. Too much risk and danger involved. I need to be around to heal people. I'm not the one that needs to be getting shot at," her reply was filled with teasing and truth. If there was one thing she completely didn't want to happen to herself it would be getting shot. Granted she could just heal herself, but still. Pain is not her friend.

     

    The way you’re slicing through that wine you’re probably not going to remember any of this.

     

    "∇Oh please. I'm still going to remember everything. I may not run around getting shot and injured, but that doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor," she spat back quickly. There had been many a night where she had went back to her apartment, after a long day, and downed a bottle of wine on her own. Sometimes her job was extremely stressful and wine seemed to sometimes be the best way to ease that stress.

     

    A small laugh came from her lips at the dare that he had given to her. She lifted her glass of wine and took a few sips before placing it back down, looking at him. "∇ I suppose that can be done."

     

    $ "Truth...

     

    Altheia sighed softly and closed her eyes, trying to think of the best question to ask him. What was something that she'd want to know about him? Should it be personal? Deep? There were tons of things she truthfully wanted to know about him.

     

    "∇ What were you doing when the Nevus happened," she asked the question hoping that it would give her a little more insight to who he was before everything. Maybe a glimpse at who he use to be.

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    " Now don't get me wrong. The second you do do something that is total dirt bag worthy. I'll let you know and then my arse will be out that door....Although probably in a very stumbled walk."

     

    He chuckled and nursed the beer, very frank with his view of the world, and life.  It was a lesson he’d learned hard.

     

    " We do turn to dust. However. The ones we leave behind don't,"

     

    She had no idea how accurate she was.  Damn it all to hell, she was too fucking curious about that ugly charm.  He had an inkling of what it did, and it wasn't very nice.  There was a not very nice buyer at the Alexandria in Washington D.C. that wanted it. He really didn't want to hang on to it for long, and he most definitely didn't want to break it out for show and tell.

     

    “∇ If you really think it's going to be easy to just forget about that. Then you are more crazy than I first thought,  I'm a curious one, but if you need me to not think on it, I won't."

     

    [boone]Safer for you, if you don’t know,[/boone]  he grinned again like a mysterious fool, finishing the beer and setting it with a clink on the side table to crack another.  He could drink like a fish.  Hell, he was Irish. His mom had owned a pub. Stereotypes didn’t exist without some semblance of truth attached to them.  Diversions, diversions.  At least he hadn't picked strip poker, he'd played a few of those games in his life.

     

    Okay, maybe more than a few.

     

    "Oh please. I'm still going to remember everything. I may not run around getting shot and injured, but that doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor,"

     

    [boone]My ma would’ve loved you,[/boone]  he smirked.  [boone]Sassy while saucy.[/boone]

     

    And the game began...  hahaha...  A dare..

     

    " I suppose that can be done."

     

    [boone]I will require proof, he won’t fire you I promise.  He might call me though and tell me what a dick I am.[/boone]  he was incredibly amused with himself.  He HAD to get together and go drinking with his favorite smartass, other than himself of course.

     

    " What were you doing when the Nevus happened,"

     

    He was not expecting that.

     

    The TV was really interesting for a moment, then the bottle he held in one hand on the arm of his favorite chair.  He could lie, he wasn’t above lying if it was in the best interests of someone   Question was, did she deserve to be lied to?  Or did she deserve the truth…  the truth was scary as hell.  She’d been so nice to him, trusted him to an extent.  Hell, she trusted him a LOT to be drinking in a complete stranger’s fucking warehouse crash pad.  Fingers tapped on the glass bottle, his thumb playing with the condensation trickling down the side.

     

    He’d been too serious for too long.  The silly cute kitten humor he always had darkened to a Rottweiler’s dangerous quiet.  She’d mentioned if he was a dirt bag she would leave.  She’d asked though.  Sigh was quiet.

     

    [boone]Doing?  Nothing.  Sitting.  Thinking about how I was going to kill two guards that had me handcuffed to a police station’s interrogation room’s table after I was arrested for beating two security guard’s faces in with a metal pipe.[/boone]

     

    He took a swig of his beer, ankles re-crossing on the coffee table.

     

    [boone]Still want to play with a confirmed dirt bag?[/boone]  eyebrows flicked upward once in surly amusement, gaze back on his thumb massaging the bottle then to the television.  [boone]Your turn.[/boone]

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    $ "Safer for you, if you don’t know."

     

    If it was going to be safer for her to forget about it then she would. She was all about being safe and trying to not get herself killed. It was very easy to find yourself in trouble and either shot or even killed. There was hardly anyone to trust anymore or at least that's the way she always felt now. Even though Boone seemed to put off a kind of air about him that would suggest that he wouldn't be one to trust or confide in. She was willing to bet that that was all just a mask. That maybe underneath it all he was completely different.

     

    But then again that was just what she thought and she could be totally wrong.

     

    Hell I might be...

     

    " Alright. I guess I'll let it slide and forget all about it.... just... don't let it hurt you. I'm already wiped after healing your shoulder," she said the words with a playful tone to them. There was a certain confidence that she had that he would take extra care with the charm. That still didn't mean that it wouldn't do some random voodoo to him and then she'd be right back over here trying to figure out what the hell she'd do to reverse the effects.

     

    $ "My ma would’ve loved you."

     

    After hearing those words out of his mouth she became quite flusterd and a blush crept up onto her cheeks. She realized that some sort of thought of her meeting his mother must have fleetingly crossed his mind. She blinked a few times and didn't quite know what to say. Being rendered speechless was something that was slightly new to her.

     

    Is this going to be a thing with him.... please let that be a no...

     

    $ "I will require proof."

     

    " Now what are we talking here? Do you want video proof or is him just calling you fine? Just wanna make sure I get the rules right. That way I won't have to do it again," she giggled softly after speaking and began wondering just how that whole situation was going to go down. It could be an interesting conversation. Ali couldn't have been that boring as a senior in high school. Then again. Her senior prom wasn't really all that eventful.

     

    Maybe I'm the boring one...

     

    She could tell that he had been wanting to stall as his eyes stayed glued to the TV set like it was the most interesting thing in the room. She had an inkling that his past before all the shit that had happened would probably be interesting. Drama filled was the thing that she was betting on, but not what he had told her. She didn't think he'd have lead any kind of life like that before the Nevus happened.

     

    $ "Still want to play with a confirmed dirt bag?"

     

    " First of all. I don't know the full story behind all of that. So I can't really confirm that you're a dirt bag. You may have had a good reason for doing what you did. I wasn't there. I don't know that. People do crazy things all the time for different reasons. Nine times out of ten they fully believe it's the right thing. So who am I to judge you," she asked the question and then fell silent, thinking and deciding on if she should choose truth or dare.

     

    It's only fair if I choose...

     

    " Truth."

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    " Alright. I guess I'll let it slide and forget all about it.... just... don't let it hurt you. I'm already wiped after healing your shoulder,"

     

    [boone]Can’t promise that, but I’ll try… for you and your sanity.[/boone]  smirk was mischievous.  Last thing he wanted to be with anyone was a burden, and the stalling as she asked her question was way more than he wanted to divulge.  Was he stalling, or was he just not ready to articulate the truth out loud.  There had been no shame in what he’d done.  People had done crazy ass things after the Nevus to survive, he’d done crazy ass things before the Nevus because he didn’t give a flying monkey’s butt if he survived at all.

     

    Weird how that all worked.

     

    It popped out.  Even he blinked after all was said and done, the color of the beer bottle incredibly interesting as she spoke. 

     

    " First of all. I don't know the full story behind all of that. So I can't really confirm that you're a dirt bag. You may have had a good reason for doing what you did. I wasn't there. I don't know that. People do crazy things all the time for different reasons. Nine times out of ten they fully believe it's the right thing. So who am I to judge you,"

     

    Was he a dirt bag?  Nah, he was a fucking murderer… someone that didn’t give two shits about whether or not those security guards or police had families.  Before they did their horrible things, he had a giant field in which he grew his fucks.

     

    After?

     

    No more fucks to give.

     

    [boone]I’ll be honest.  I killed them.  I beat their faces in with a pipe.  I wanted to.  I enjoyed it.  I felt better when I was done.  I didn’t give a shit if they shot me in the process.  I don’t know if I was crazy, or even if now I’m as crazy.  I do know I would do it again.  They deserved it.[/boone]

     

    Eyes pulled away from the bottle to look at her.  Lips pursed a moment, savoring the taste of the beer on them.  It was the first time in their short friendship he was serious.  It was eerily dark.

     

    [boone]There are fuck asses on this rock that should have died in the mess.  There are good people that had no reason to die.  I have no trouble helping those that missed their chance to die get there quicker.  I have no problem shooting someone in the face that threatens someone that deserves to be here,[/boone]  he took another swig, chuckling at a joke he’d caught from the comedian on the television as his eyes fell back to it.  [boone]Just don’t heal those assholes or I’ll shoot them again and drop them into Lucifer's flaming butthole.[/boone]

     

    Her turn, soooooo not fair to her.

     

    " Truth."

     

    [boone]Favorite sex position.[/boone]

     

    He looked at her, free hand moving behind his neck as he settled in to watch the adorable blush he knew was coming.  Smirk was completely evil.

     

    [boone]Nah… just fucking with you.  How’d you figure out what you could do? The healing thing I mean.  Of course, you could still tell me what your favorite sex position is because I'm all about researching that shit... but no pressure.[/boone]

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    "For you and your sanity."

     

    The mischievous smirk he gave her made her think it was a mask for what he might really be thinking. Altheia always found that it was so hard to get to know people. Everyone was afraid to let their walls down. To open up completely to someone. To have someone else know completely everything about yourself. Granted that very thought also terrified her to death as well.

     

    Her fingers picked up the wine glass once more, taking a few more sips, and placing it down gently once more on the table. The glass was once more almost empty and she could feel the wine making it's way through her body, making her start to feel somewhat tipsy.

     

    [altheia]It isn't so much my sanity that I'm worried about. It's more my ability to be able to function that would be the issue,[/altheia] she said the words and kept her eyes on him as she explained to him. Her ability certainly was one of a blessing and one of a curse. Not so much a curse to other people, but to herself.

     

    She was halfway sure that her little speech that she had given him would have showed him that no matter what a person has done in his/her past that it didn't make her look at that person any differently. It was no surprise to her that everyone had their own kinds of baggage. Be it small or little. Then again she also knew that everyone's reactions to different situations were also something that were never the same.

     

    "I’ll be honest.  I killed them.  I beat their faces in with a pipe.  I wanted to."

     

    For half a moment she wanted to get up, walk over to him, and sit in his lap to give him a hug. Instead she sat there looking at him, feeling like she'd been rendered speechless. That rarely ever happened. She always felt like she had something to say that would make a person feel better. Some sort of combination of wise words and compassion that would lift a person up.

     

    How do I do that with him...

     

    [altheia]If they deserved it and you truly believe that they did... then I trust you,[/altheia] she said the words with clear truth and understanding. She had paused and was going to speak again, but stopped as he began to talk again. She listened to his words and giggled softly. Though not so much at the TV, but his last words.

     

    "Just don’t heal those assholes or I’ll shoot them again and drop them into Lucifer's flaming butthole."

     

    [altheia]I promise you that healing assholes who go around murdering or hurting people for the fun of it or even just because they get pleasure out of doing it is the last thing I would ever do. I would rather die than heal someone like that,[/altheia] she had sat up slightly, picking up her glass and drinking the last of her wine, then set down the glass again. She relaxed back into the couch and kept her eyes on him, feeling completely tipsy now.

     

    "Favorite sex position."

     

    Laughing wasn't something that she did too often. In fact it wasn't something that she had done recently. Most of the time she saw people that were hurt and hurt in a way that almost made a person never want to laugh again. After hearing his words though; they made her laugh. Not only did they make her laugh, but a fairly obvious blush appeared on her cheeks.

     

    [altheia]Well... I would tell you, but it would be so much more fun to show you,[/altheia] she said her words, knowing that it would have quite an affect on him.

     

    I'm way too drunk to still be here...

     

    "How’d you figure out what you could do? The healing thing I mean."

     

    She cleared her throat nervously, thinking for a split second that things were going back to being serious, but the last of his words brought her back to him being that smartass that he is. She smiled a little more and bit at her bottom lip before speaking.

     

    [altheia]It was a little after Nevus happened. At the time I was still living with my parents and we had a family dog. He had gotten out one day and ran out into the road. Driver obviously didn't see him, who knows why, and hit him. Bastard kept driving too. I went to him and it just happened. I just healed him,[/altheia] she replied to him and realized that she found out about her ability in the most non-drama filled way.

     

    How anti-climatic...

     

    [altheia]So what are you going to choose this time? Truth or dare,[/altheia] she said the words softly. Her eyes felt slightly heavy, but she fought to keep them open.

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    He knew the look on a woman's face, the eyelashes moving lazily in a slow blink.  Relaxed, guard down.  This was where the dickheads usually swooped in.  A little quick for being in a stranger’s pad, but being a friend of Alistair’s was no joke.  He wasn't a dickhead.  She obviously trusted her boss.  He was a good guy.  A good guy that dealt with a lot of shit.  He owed him big for this favor and the wanna be Colossus knew it.

     

    " It isn't so much my sanity that I'm worried about. It's more my ability to be able to function that would be the issue,"

     

    That was it.  Keys.  He needed to get her keys, finding himself flapping his jaw more than he would have liked to.  She might not even remember it anyway in the morning.

     

    " If they deserved it and you truly believe that they did... then I trust you,"

     

    Beer tipped up quickly to shut his mouth for the words about to spill out.  Everyone had a dark side.  Everyone.  Most gained it after the Resonance from the things they had to do to survive.  His, was home grown crazy.  31 flavors of crazy, he could open his own damn ice cream store with his crazy.  Eyes blinked at her giggle.

     

    Keys.  Yep.

     

    " I promise you that healing assholes who go around murdering or hurting people for the fun of it or even just because they get pleasure out of doing it is the last thing I would ever do. I would rather die than heal someone like that,"

     

    He was quiet a moment, odd for him.  Twice in one night.  He kind of fell into that category.  Shit.  He was WAYYYY too sober for this time of night.  No holds barred….. the question asked….. aaaaaand BINGO!

     

    " Well... I would tell you, but it would be so much more fun to show you,"

     

    [boone]WOOO!![/boone] both arms went into the air like the winning team had scored a touchdown at the Rose Bowl.  He wasn’t an asshole, but the sass back from one of his taunts was enjoyed.  He liked to toss back and forth… some women got offended.  RESPECT ME.  Ugh.  He did, but damn… it was a two way street.  If you couldn’t joke, you couldn’t live.  BUT, she was also tipsy, and he was a gentleman. A foul mouthed, functioning drunk, horndog of a gentleman, but a gentleman nonetheless.

     

    " It was a little after Nevus happened. At the time I was still living with my parents and we had a family dog. He had gotten out one day and ran out into the road. Driver obviously didn't see him, who knows why, and hit him. Bastard kept driving too. I went to him and it just happened. I just healed him,"

     

    Hm.  That was, noble.  Pretty cool actually. His?

     

    [boone]I got hit by a car.[/boone]

     

    Face was serious, then a chuckle as he finished off his second bottle. 

     

    [boone]Trying to get home.  Was funny as hell… the guy was all like..   ‘dafuck my Beemer?!!’  I was like ‘It was a Beemer’[/boone]

     

    Thumb slid a slick silver shortly before another cap was flicked off a bottle.

     

    " So what are you going to choose this time? Truth or dare,"

     

    [boone]Truth.  Always truth.  Don’t ever dare me to do shit.  I’ve run naked through more dares than I care to count.  It hurts to run naked... when you're a dude..  because..  little dude...[/boone]

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    Usually after healing someone she would go to a quiet room in the hospital or go to her office at ARMA and take a nap. So this whole circumstance of actually being somewhere else and staying awake was something that was new and maybe a little dangerous. After all she had only just met Boone, but for some reason she felt comfortable with him and didn't think he'd do anything that would warrant her punching him.

     

    Then again punching him would probably not be enjoyable...

     

    If there was one thing she was sure about it was the fact that she was getting extremely tired. With healing him and mixing the drinking of the wine she really did not think she would make it back to her place. If she took a chance and drove she'd probably either get pulled over for a DUI or get into an accident. Neither of which were very appealing to her. Granted if she got hurt in the accident she could just heal herself, but then probably pass out in the process. Too much healing equals too much strain on her then that results in a black out.

     

    $ "WOOO!!"

     

    Hearing him whooo however did wake her up a little and she laughed once more. It didn't come as a surprise to her that he would like the reply from her. She could tell he was the kind of guy to joke around and would like sassy replies. Hell. She thought that's what the world needed more of. There was already enough heartache and destruction in the world. Some laughter was needed now and again, just to find something good int he world. [altheia]I figured you'd like that response,[/altheia] she said softly.

     

    She smiled softly at his telling of how he found out about his ability. She was glad he ruined someone's Beemer. Stupid, ugly, and over expensive cars that no one needed to be driving.

     

    After asking her question toward him she figured she would just rest her eyes for a second. It would only be for a second. At least she had wanted it to just be for a second, but then she felt herself drifting off to sleep on his couch. She didn't even get to hear the reply to her question.

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    " I figured you'd like that response,"

     

    Lips curled upward slightly, taking another drink of the third beer he was putting away as fast as the first two. Eyes shifted from the television to the eyelids that were drooping low. Going… going…

     

    Gone.

     

    He sat there for a while, finishing the beer and the television late night show, lining up the third empty bottle next to the rest. Heavy boots softly hit the floor, rolling upward to pick up her glass and take care of the rest of the bottle. Glass was washed in the sink and placed upside down on a clean towel folded on the counter. He didn’t have a dish strainer, there was no need for one since it was only him and this wasn’t his only place. He had a cleaner at his “professional” home. The Pharos smuggler did crash in the warehouse, more often lately than not. He found it more comfortable when he was working, blood, dirt and grime tended to catch attention in a Manhattan high rise. Blanket was lifted off the back of his comfy chair, a soft, worn quilt draped over her. He went to steal a pillow from his futon “flip and fuck” that was just past the reach of lights in the darkness. Shit, he’d forgot his bed was made. It smelled like “fresh linen”. Had it been laundry day? Crap, what day was it?

     

    Yesss…

     

    Aww hell, he never made his bed. Didn’t get much company lately… didn’t really matter usually with the kind of company he had, but a messy bed was soooo much more comfy to sleep in. It just was. Sooo…

     

    Sacrificial lamb. It was only gentlemanly.

     

    She felt so tiny…or maybe he was just that buff. Haha. Quilt and all, swept off the bachelor’s couch and laid gently onto the recently made bed. She would mess it up, score for him. Stealing one of the gaggle of pillows, he tossed it onto the couch before rummaging through the fridge.

     

    Bottle of water, Sprite and a Tylenol… or the new world equivalent set on the nightstand next to the bed for when she woke up.

     

    He would have rummaged for her keys, but…. hands off. A woman with alcohol in her system was always hands off. Tipsy, drunk or passed out. Even if they asked, or it was expected while they were sober. Never mix sex with alcohol. It was a dick move that even he wouldn’t touch. A bag of dicks. A field of dicks. He listened to his mama, the woman that could outdrink anyone he’d ever known. Alcohol and sex don’t mix. Why the fuck was he even thinking about it? She was female, and she was cute… and welllllll because that was the first thing she’d worry about when she woke up. Strange place, strange bed, relative stranger. Had she been taken advantage of?

     

    Soft sigh preceded pulling her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear so it didn’t tickle her nose while she slept.

     

    Shower. He needed to get the rest of the blood and the road grit off, grabbing a fresh set of boxers, FLEECY PANTS (wooo!) and a new tee shirt…. water sluicing through all his dirty parts was like sex… dayummmmm, scrubbing the dried blood over his ear from his short curls with shampoo a moment before getting out, toweling down and getting dressed- battle clothes into the hamper.

     

    Another beer from the fridge, boots by the door. Two more deadbolts, cell phone flipping open. Thumb dialed a number.

     

    [boone]I got it.[/boone]

     

    It was all he said before it flipped closed and was slid onto the coffee table as he settled onto the couch, arm behind his head to finish his fourth beer and drift off to dreamland himself.

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    The next day...

    8am

     

    No dreams.

    Just sleep.

    Deep, endless, relaxing sleep.

     

    Her eyes slowly drifted open and she looked up, realizing that she wasn't staring at her normal every morning ceiling. Then she vaguely remembered the wine and sitting on Boone's comfortable couch. The next realization was that he obviously hadn't taken her home. So she must still be at the warehouse. She blinked a few times and half sat up, elbows resting on the bed as she looked around.

     

    Yup. Defiently still in the warehouse...

     

    She sat up completely and yawned softly, then looked over to her side, seeing that he wasn't anywhere on the bed. Her first thought was that that was weird, but then the next thought was that he obviously was a gentleman. Even though she knew he had quite a few dirty thoughts that ran through his mind constantly. This was only proof that he was kindhearted. There's always a soft center in a hard shell. She lifted up the sheets before completely agreeing with herself and smiled, seeing that her clothes were still on.

     

    Her body turned slightly as she threw back the covers and got off the bed. She walked quietly into the main area where they had conversed most of the night before she had passed out. A soft smile painted itself on her lips as she noticed him on the couch. She had already noticed that he was a gorgeous man, but seeing him laying there asleep on the couch made her notice the soft cuter side of him as well.

     

    She slowly and quietly made her way to the kitchen area, opening his fridge, but in the process she stubbed her toe on the door. [aingeal]Ow...shit...[/aingeal] she whispered and winced in pain. Her eyes moved down to her foot, glaring as if her toe could even care or see that she was angry. Then her eyes glided back up to look at the couch, seeing for now that he still laid still.

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    Okay, so puffy happened. Whoopsie. He was only partially aware she was moving, thanking god he was on his stomach. Boy been pitchin’ a tent for a few hours- at least by the way his gut ached. SOMEBODY wasn’t happy he was lying face down. That would have been awkward if he wasn’t… Back of his hand lay on the nice throw rug next to his couch, the other was under his pillow. His corner of the warehouse really was a slice of the high life. High end everything, just in the corner of a frickin’ warehouse. Morning had illuminated the rest of it, scattered bikes in various states of repair, tables of firearm parts, some finished shotguns to go with the ones on the rack near the door they had come in the night before.

     

    Eyes blinked open slightly at the expression of toe stubbing, half of his face lying mushed on the pillow. He was going to fucking have a seam line against his cheek.

     

    [boone]…you eat my bacon and we’re not friends anymore…[/boone] the quiet words were into his pillow. Bare toes wiggled slightly, sticking out from the blanket that had only managed to stay half on.

     

    A few moments of silence and he pushed himself up, half awake, sitting a moment as he blinked at the TV. He was NOT a morning person. A daredevil, full of snark, beer and horny… number genius, entrepreneur, quietly wealthier than god…

     

    …still not a morning person. His hair felt funny, fuzzy, blinking again to find consciousness beyond his weird dreams, snatching the TV clicker to turn it to morning cartoons. Hand rubbed across his jaw, palm trying to smooth down the flipped up mess of curls on his forehead. Eyes checked the time.

     

    …it was kind of his day off. Cool.

     

    [boone]Good morning dear…[/boone]

     

    He finally stood up, reaching under his shirt to scratch his stomach, folding the blanket onto the back of the couch and tossing his pillow onto the delightfully mussed up bed. Bare feet padded over to the fridge, peering over her shoulder.

     

    [boone]Not kidding about the bacon. Lucky Charms in the cabinet, those marshmallows be magically delicious,[/boone] the irony of that wasn’t lost on him. [boone]I might have eaten all the marshmallows. No, forgot, new box.[/boone]

     

    He snatched the orange juice and drank straight from the carton, eyebrow quirking slightly. [boone]Don’t worry, I just do this with the OJ. Milk is slobber free,[/boone]

     

    He was so casual, chugging again as he tried to mush the somewhat ginger hair again down smooth. Wasn’t the first time women woke up in his place. He’d had a few relationships, didn’t last long. His hours were weird, and most thought they were going to be a princess. Preened, egos stroked, free Coach bags and champagne. Entitled socialites. FUUUUUUCK that shit. He could play the game, but who wanted that shit around. Plus, Coach was tacky. Tan and brown, really??? So, he preferred one nighters. Less messy. Was this technically a one nighter?

     

    Hmmm..

     

    [boone]…..okay, you twisted my arm, I’ll make bacon.[/boone]

     

    He snatched a pan off the hooked set, spinning it in his fingers before it clinked onto the stove top, another chug of orange juice.

     

    [boone]As long as you got time? Hate to be keeping you from work or something...[/boone]

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    After recovering from the pain in her toe she had opened up the fridge slightly more, but stopped once she heard his voice.

     

    "…you eat my bacon and we’re not friends anymore…"

     

    Boone's words had barely made it to her ears as he said them into his pillow, but she heard them well enough which caused a slow smile to appear. She didn't think he'd actually wake up from her soft swearing, but obviously not. She closed the fridge slightly, looking over at him and then opened it once more looking into the fridge. She more often than not wasn't too much of a breakfast person. Hell she wasn't really much of a morning person either. She much preferred night over day. Even though her job did consist of her working during the day, but what can a girl do.

     

    [altheia]Really? You aren't going to cook me some bacon when I saved your life last night....[/altheia], she said in a jokingly tone. She was picking oh him, but she figured he deserved it. It was obviously to her that after last night he could have his fair share of moments that he probably picked on women.

     

    Her eyes moved over to him for a moment, seeing him now sitting up. She stifled a laugh at his adorable messy hair and then thought to herself for a moment, moving up her free hand to her hair smoothing out what she could of it. Normally she wouldn't bother if she were at home by herself, but this wasn't the norm and she wasn't alone. Satisfied with her hair she moved her hand down, keeping her eyes on him.

     

    "Good morning dear…"

     

    Dear...

     

    She heard his words and for some reason they made her cheeks blush softly. Her head turned back to look into the fridge, hiding her face from him slightly with the door. She wondered what she should make of all of this. It was quite an awkward situation. She had spent the night, but... Was this supposed to be thought of as something?

     

    I'm just over thinking this... that's all I'm doing...

     

    [altheia]Good morning,[/altheia] she said softly still looking into the fridge. The next minute she felt him near her before he even spoke.

     

    "Not kidding about the bacon."

     

    Her head had turned slightly at the sound of his voice, looking at him, but trying to make sure she wasn't so close to him that their heads would bonk together. [altheia]I mean... really... come on... it's just bacon... Bacon is my favorite breakfast food...[/altheia], she said in a somewhat pleading voice. She noticed him take the OJ from the fridge and watched him drink from the carton. She shook her head and kept watching him. She pulled out the milk carton and set it down, then looked over at him.

     

    [altheia]Where's your cups? Or should I just drink straight from the carton too...[/altheia], she said the words again in a teasing tone. She didn't give two shits if he drank from the carton. Truth be told she did it at her own place.

     

    She was happy he was going to make some bacon. She actually was really kind of craving for some. Cereal was her breakfast of choice most of the time and that gets quite old really fast. Her eyes rose at his display of spinning the pan.

     

    Apparently he's good with his hands.... oh god....

     

    "As long as you got time?"

     

    His words interrupted her train of thought and she was thankful he did so. [altheia]Yeah I've got some time. I'm sure the boss man would understand if I was late to work. And my shift at the hospital until later,[/altheia] she said as she stood there looking at him. [altheia]What about you though? You don't have work today?[/altheia]

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    She was just.. too... everything. Too nice, too cute, too humble, too demure. Too.. precious? So different. SO different. The smuggler was fast paced, sometimes slow paced, but ultimately each moment a wild ride in itself. He lived to live, nobody had the time left to do otherwise. Blink of an eye and the world was gone. By someone, something... or just a random rip in the sky.

     

    Bacon sizzled... contemplating his thoughts a moment before he answered with the playful, yet sassy curl of lips. His expression always seemed to hint he was mentally telling himself a dirty joke.

     

    [boone]Yes. Yes you did save my life last night. [/boone]

     

    ...was no use calling it anything other than what it was. Voice was matter of fact through a gentle smirk. He'd almost snuffed it because he didn't like to play by the rules. Sure, he was loyal to who he worked for, he did what he was told and got a good ride out of it. BUT... the stuff they didn't know about gave him the highest of the highs, usually more dangerous. The dick last night had gotten the drop on him. Maybe he was getting old. Anyway... friends was where his thoughts were rolling. He always took great care of his friends, and they took great care of him. Without them, he definitely would have bit the big one. Now he had a new one.

     

    Bit the big one, where the hell had that saying come from?

     

    Darkness and light were flipping back and forth in his brain. Things that shouldn't have been there, were.

     

    Too precious.

     

    He nodded toward a cupboard to his left in response to her request for glasses. The sleek kitchenette was industrial, but immaculately clean and modern. It was almost like he had someone design it.

     

    Haha. He had.

     

    Duh. Money, hello?

     

    There were a few tumblers in there, a set of four. He wasn't in the habit of inviting people over, no need for more.

     

    [boone]Though... you can kill it from the carton if you want. You survived a night with Boone, killing drinks into the morning hours. Tell people that and it'll get you a free pass into any place in the city. [/boone]

     

    He slipped around her with a whisper of bare feet and a brush of fabric. She was warm. He tended not to be in the mornings.

     

    ..he grabbed some eggs from the fridge and added them to the nommins.

     

    Work? He did have the day off, sort of.

     

    [boone]I'm always working Miss Doc.[/boone]

     

    This was strangely, domestic. The longer he stood in uncharacteristic silence it began to press at him. It felt odd. A welcomed odd, an odd that heralded of time no longer, which was exactly why a flash of cold over his skin erupted at a soft blip his phone made from the coffee table. Eyes flicked to it. Not happy. Flesh had actually shimmered for a moment when the faint noise broke his reverie, as brief as the glint in his eyes that could change with his skin.

     

    [boone]Speaking of... I'll be right back darlin'. You let this burn I'll never forgive you. [/boone]

     

    Bare feet padded to the coffee table to scoop up the phone and head to his bathroom. He had to pee anyway. After the door was safely closed, phone flipped open.

     

    [boone]Not the deal... [/boone] voice had changed instantly from playful to coarse in the privacy of the head, completely oblivious to the fact the idiot on the other side of the line could hear he was emptying a brick hard bladder. He was pissed about that too. Nothing more pleasurable to a man in the morning.. this call was fucking it up.

     

    [boone]I said I'd call you, not the other way around.[/boone]

     

    Phone clacked shut and he tossed it on the sink counter, large sigh and a shake. Hands were washed in scalding water, running through the mussed hair to tame a bit before the floating smirk appeared back on his lips and he reappeared to pull plates....

     

    [boone]Where were we? [/boone]

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