lifeaftr | home sweet home? (closed)

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home sweet home? (closed)

Who: Leonard Church and Agents Washington, Texas, and Maine
What: Meetings, reunions, and definitely no awkwardness.
When: shortly after the April intro log
Where: Islet #4, Cottage #3
Warnings: canon typical language

[ What's better than a group of space marines with lots of interpersonal baggage? Plucking them all from different points in time, then shoving them in the same house and seeing what happens.

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Literally the only part of the plan that went as planned was us dying. Not even Wash died. It's assloads of bullshit.

It is.

[ She pauses to go back to what he'd started with. ]

Okay, so other versions of you. From what I know of alternate universes, you all lived similar lives but with minor differences. Which means you, you know, you're different. So yeah, I'll be careful not to mix you up with either of them.

[ She rubs her thumb against his fingers. ]

Time was so short when you joined us. In the Meta. We didn't have enough time to...you know. Do this.

Wait, differences, like how--like, was I human? Was I a woman? Was I a hot human woman?

[You know, the important questions. Don't ask why it's there his mind jumped to.]

Yeah I, uh, I guess everyone else was also vying for attention, and...I know it felt like a long time, but it wasn't enough time, and it was...pretty overwhelming. [He says it with a light, nervous laugh, raising his other hand to his head to rub for a moment. He doesn't think about it. Tries not to think about it. They all felt like family. They all felt like him. Like they belonged.]

No, you were a guy. Both times. But human, yes.

[ She declines to answer about his hotness level either time. ]

I bet it was. Theta was so excited. They all were, in their own way.

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I'm...sorry. That it ended that way, that the last time we saw each other before then was me yelling at you while you fucked off on a ship and blew up, that it took over a year to find you again.

[ She looks over at him, squeezing onto his hand. She really hadn't expected to hear that from him. ]

Leonard, I...

[ She wants to apologize too, but not for taking off. Just for how things ended up. But distinguishing the two is more words than she wants to express. Which is usually the trouble with her, isn't it? She releases his hand just enough to be able to drag her grip to his fingertips, and she curls her fingers around his, as well as she can considering his hands are the robot's gloves. She looks away, huffing a little. ]

I'm not good at...that. Apologizing.

What, and you think I am? I mean, yeah, I said it, but like actually saying it is still really hard, and I don't...know if I should even apologize cuz I don't know what I could've done to fix any of it anyway. Besides maybe not going on Wash's stupid suicide mission. Everything was just so...out of my hands.

[ That shames her into silence. She does feel she should apologize too, especially as parts of it had been her fault. But she was only doing what she felt was right, and what else was a person supposed to do in life?

So she frowns, and she moves to sit properly on the edge of the bed instead of on her feet, and she settles back in. Her hand had separated from his when she moved and she doesn't return it to holding his. She's lower now, next to him. She braces her hands on the edge of the bed and leans forward a little. ]

Me, too.

[ It's said very quietly. She doesn't look in his direction. That's as close to an apology as he's getting right now. ]

...We always sucked about talking about the important shit, huh? [He keeps an eye on her out of his periphery but makes a point to not...well, stare at her.]

[ She frowns to herself, not aware she's doing it. ]

I know. It always seems easier to...not.

Kinda how we get into arguments and shit in the first place.

Heh. Yeah.

[ She glances over at him. ]

Does stuff that happened to me on the ship count? The one I was on between worlds?

Count--for what? For telling me stuff that needs sorted out? Yeah, of course, whatever you think needs said.

It's more that I want you to understand what happened to me. Why I'm so out of sorts here. So weak.

[ She pauses, deciding right then to leave out any details that refer to her boyfriend. If she gets back to him, then none of this will matter. And if she remains here, it's not like she can get back to him. And if he arrives here?

Well, that she will deal with as it comes. ]

The Moira was in distress over a new planet, and we had to evacuate. I wanted to save both of my bodies, so I jumped into the robot and put this one— [ she looks down at her slender arms ] —in an escape pod. Something went wrong with the launching mechanism and I had to crawl up the tube to launch the pod by shoving it out myself. But as soon as the pod fell out, I fell out. Both the pod and my body—the robot—slammed into the ground. The doctor put this body into a medically-induced coma and this engineer started working on repairing the robot. The aliens on the planet had a temporary body for my use. So I was in it for about a year.

The aliens there were mind-controlling us and making us lose time. So we didn't know it was a year. Eventually we broke free of that and got back our ship. Then I had to wake this body up and start working on healing it. I couldn't leave it in a coma every day like I used to do in order to patrol, because it was too weak. So I've been in it nonstop for the last two months. But that's why I was so tired yesterday. Because this body was literally in a year-long coma until a couple months ago.

...Wow.

[If he could gape and blink at her over that story, he would.]

That's...really fucked up.

[ She snorts. ]

You're telling me.

But you're like okay otherwise, right? Physically?

Otherwise? I mean, sure?

Kind of wish I hadn't bothered now though, honestly.

And let a perfectly good body go to waste? Pff, c'mon. Then you wouldn't get to eat or drink or fuck or anything like that!

[ He'd gotten to the heart of the matter with that. Still: ]

I like fighting best.

[ A pause. ]

Though fucking is a close second.

Yeaaaaah. [He's not about to turn into Tucker, but you can imagine the look on his face if he had one.] Listen, I can't super help with fighting, but Wash seems pretty adamant on getting me a sword, so...there's that? But the fucking, I'm sure we can figure out something...

[ She turns and gives him a long look. It's the first she's looked at him in a little while as they've been sitting here. It's kind of pitiful to her how much she wants him, which is weird because it's not like he has the hormones or the body parts to be able to reciprocate. And also because she thought she'd moved on, emotionally, at least in a measure. Daniel had helped with that.

But not by enough, it would seem.

She responds in a low tone. ]

Well, I mean. You have hands.

Damn right I do. [He wiggles his fingers at her, and if she imagines waggling eyebrows, she would not be incorrect.] I could put 'em to good use whenever you want~

[ She snickers at his sing-song tone. ]

Maybe there's some way to interface, too. Like we did when—

[ He doesn't remember that, she realizes in the middle of the sentence. Besides, there had been a powerful computer on the Invention that had been hosting the session. She ends up finishing lamely: ]

Well...we did once. I think we might need a, uh, a computer for that, though.

[ She is frowning now. But she's also noticing a creeping flush climbing up her neck and cheeks. She hates that; this body is so prone to expressing her emotions without her meaning for it to. She's not embarrassed, though she knows it's possible for Church to take it as embarrassment. It's really just that he's making her horny by talking about that. ]

...Hhhhuh. Well, I don't think the magical rabbit can conjure up a whole-ass computer, but, I'll keep my ears open.

[He definitely notices. Hard not to notice every little thing about her. He pats his thigh.] C'mere. If you're real good, maybe I'll let you flip my dongle.

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