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Fred Burkle ([personal profile] walkswithheroes) wrote2013-03-21 11:51 am
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When the last time you were stuck somewhere against your will maxed out at five years, a measly four months stuck in an alternate dimension is nothing. Especially not when there's a regular supply of money and a place to stay and someone Fred knows from home around. It's more than a few steps up from living in a cave.

Though, all of that doesn't mean that Darrow's stopped feeling like some weird place that Fred can't wait to figure out how to leave. Even without much success, she's kept up trying to figure Darrow out. Which is why she's holed up in a booth in a diner near Chelsea Cloisters, a small stack of books on the seat next to her while she flips through a book on magic that she's found in the back of one of Darrow's libraries.

There's a cup of coffee next to her that's gone cold, but every time she remembers to ask for a refill, Fred's distracted by something else in her book.

Just three more pages and she'll flag down a waitress.
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[personal profile] uncannyaim 2013-03-21 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrea realizes pretty quickly she's not going to get Fred's attention by waving at her from across the diner, so rather than head to a booth of her own, she crosses to where Fred is sitting. For a second, she considers whether or not it's rude to just sit down without an invitation, but she figures Fred probably won't mind much.

"Hey," she says, sliding into the booth across from her, surveying the books she's got. Andrea is pretty sure the book Fred is currently reading is about magic and even though she's dealt with zombies and this place, the idea of magic is still so foreign to her. "Homework?" she asks with a smile.
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[personal profile] uncannyaim 2013-03-21 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I've heard they offer some pretty weird college classes now," Andrea answers with a grin. "I just took regular law classes, but you never know. Maybe there's a magic college out there somewhere."

The waitress comes over with a pot of coffee and Andrea looks at her, then at Fred again. "Is it okay that I just sat here?" she asks. "It looks like you're busy, I can find another booth if you want to be alone."
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[personal profile] uncannyaim 2013-03-22 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," Andrea says, turning her cup over so the waitress can fill hers as well, then leans on the table, resting her chin in her hand. "Just got off work, actually, so now I have the afternoon to kill before I have to pick Clementine up from school."

She looks over the books again, waiting for the waitress to fill their cups and leave before she asks, "What sort of stuff are you reading?"
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[personal profile] uncannyaim 2013-03-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Every possibility for why we're here? Or... how, I guess?" Andrea asks, curious about what Fred might have come up with. The hows and whys of what happens here are completely beyond her, but she'd be interested in hearing what Fred might know, even if she doesn't really have any interest in leaving.

"Would it help to know that Spike and I sort of left last week?" she asks. "I mean, for some additional information?"
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[personal profile] uncannyaim 2013-03-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Sort of," she says, because she still isn't completely sure how it works. Most of the time, she's sure it happened in an instant, that she and Spike never actually left, but it felt like longer and now that she's talking to Fred, she wishes she'd looked at the clock when they came back.

"We were at my place and then we were suddenly back where I came from," she says. "For a couple of hours, actually, but when we came back it was still the same night. I'm not sure how much time passed here, but when we were there it was definitely two or three hours."

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[personal profile] officerjason 2013-03-24 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes it worries Jason how much easier being a cop in this weird bizarro town is than being a cop back in, well, his own weird bizarro town. Right now, he's actually on a real coffee break, heading into a diner where no one knows him as anything but Officer Stackhouse.

Being Officer Stackhouse sure beats being Jason Stackhouse.

He spots Fred, a familiar face, and is about to greet her when he see all those books.

And then he can't move. He's slammed in the gut by the weird feeling he's seen this before.

He's seen this before, except-- the edges of his vision are rounded out and the light is warm, and he's pulling her away from books, kissing her mouth, keeping her close.

"...holy shit," he whispers, and then the feeling passes.
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[personal profile] officerjason 2013-03-25 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fred," he breathes, and he doesn't sit down across from her. Instead, he takes a knee beside her booth, reaching up to cup her face with one roughened palm. He wants to recreate that feeling.

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing, just that something finally feels like home. Fuckin' magic.
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[personal profile] officerjason 2013-03-26 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Jason agrees, his thumb stroking the softness of her cheek. "Yeah, it's real weird. And I think I know how to get some answers." He slides his free hand around to the small of her back and pulls her forward, down to him.

He kisses her then, sure and sweet.

That memory light explodes in his chest for a moment.
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[personal profile] officerjason 2013-03-27 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"No, it wasn't," he whispers. The ground might as well be moving under his knees, the way everything's spinning around and making him dizzy. "Baby, I know you."

He drops back on his heels for a few seconds, thinking it over, and then climbs into her booth, kissing her again. This time the kiss is hard and searching, seeking out that feeling again, the familiar taste of her mouth driving him forward.

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[personal profile] bloodyanimal 2013-03-28 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Though it might seem unpleasant to her, what had drawn him into the diner that evening was the faint hint of her scent he'd picked up as he'd been strolling past.

Sliding into the booth across from her, he'd picked up one of the laminated menus from behind a sticky napkin holder, frowning as he wondered aloud, "They got wings, you reckon?"
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[personal profile] bloodyanimal 2013-04-01 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't say I know too much about heaven, love," he smirked, nailed painted with chipping black varnish tapping against the tabletop as he leaned over to get a look her book.

"So, what's got you occupied today?"
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[personal profile] bloodyanimal 2013-04-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"If anyone can find a way out of here, love, I 'spect it's you," he said, and though he wanted her to be happy, there was a growing part of him that knew his decision to stay or go wouldn't be an easy one. Knowing what was waiting for her back in her world, he couldn't chance it unless he could take Andrea back with him.

"But you're right. I wouldn't bet you're gonna find your answer in one of them books. Seems a bit too easy, yeah?"
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[personal profile] bloodyanimal 2013-04-15 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"'Course you're not," Spike said, pausing to order a plate of cheese fries when the waitress wandered over.

"You wouldn't be you, if you did." He'd met few people in all his years with as much determination as this one little girl.

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