[And the fact that other wardens wait months or even years for an assignment doesn't factor into the fact that Fraser is here now, as someone who could uniquely benefit from the road she just traveled. Maybe this wasn't an accident after all.]
You're approved, Snow. [He gives her a tight little smile, but he
means it. Fraser may be his best friend, but they're not alike at
all. He has to work to understand him. Caitlin feels like she gets
things about him so easily, so instinctively. It's a good thing.]
If he starts pissing you off and you gotta vent, you come and find me. I
get that.
[She holds up a hand, just to let the temperature around her drop, and a small, imperfect globe of ice appears in her palm. As she forms it, her appearance changes: eyes glinting silver, lighter hair spilling over the brown, skin sparkling like new fallen snow.]
Happens when I get mad, too. Can't control it, then.
[There's a subtle shift in the tone of her voice, too -- a faint echo, like wind through glass.]
[He hears it, sees it-- but it doesn't scare him. He leans in, not even close to touching, but curious. His eyes flick from the globe to her eyes, then back to the globe.]
It's like the Admiral searched all over the fucking universe to find someone perfect for Fraser. He musta loved that. But I'm guessin' it ain't been all that nice to you?
No. It's been ... hard. [She lets the sphere slide into her coffee cup, and sets it aside.] I had to learn how to control it so I didn't accidentally freeze everything I touched. But I had some good teachers here, before they left.
He seemed pretty impressed when I showed him what I could do.
A little of column A, a little of column B. Getting angry made it easier, but it was also easier to get angry. Like the more I used my powers, the worse I got. Back home I thought it was all tied together -- use my powers, turn into a raging bitch. The only way to keep being a nice person all the time was to get the powers on lock down, or get rid of them entirely.
[A sweet smile.]
But no one's a nice person all the time, are they?
Seventeen years. Made detective eight years ago, so I seen enough of that good and bad.
[He sits back now, relaxing a little, and sips his cooling coffee.]
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I think there's a lot more that I have to work on before I'm ready to be a warden.
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Guess the Admiral disagreed.
[He gives her another smile, small but heartfelt, and then he puts down his coffee and drags both hands over his face.]
Sorry. I didn't come here to get help or nothin'. Just-- to talk. See if he's in good hands.
[He can maybe reboot his friendship with Fraser, but he's always going to care. He can't stop that.]
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And? What's the verdict?
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You're approved, Snow. [He gives her a tight little smile, but he means it. Fraser may be his best friend, but they're not alike at all. He has to work to understand him. Caitlin feels like she gets things about him so easily, so instinctively. It's a good thing.]
If he starts pissing you off and you gotta vent, you come and find me. I get that.
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While you're here ... is there anything else you want to know about me?
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[He really thinks about it, biting on his lower lip, before he nods.]
What'd you mean? When you said your friends saw two different people?
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[She holds up a hand, just to let the temperature around her drop, and a small, imperfect globe of ice appears in her palm. As she forms it, her appearance changes: eyes glinting silver, lighter hair spilling over the brown, skin sparkling like new fallen snow.]
Happens when I get mad, too. Can't control it, then.
[There's a subtle shift in the tone of her voice, too -- a faint echo, like wind through glass.]
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It's like the Admiral searched all over the fucking universe to find someone perfect for Fraser. He musta loved that. But I'm guessin' it ain't been all that nice to you?
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He seemed pretty impressed when I showed him what I could do.
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[A sweet smile.]
But no one's a nice person all the time, are they?
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I been a cop a long time, you're telling me. No way.
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[She laughs a little, too.] So you get it. And I'm sure you know that means no one's mean all the time, either. People are complicated.
[She takes another sip of her coffee, even with the ice melting in it.] How long have you been a cop?
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Seventeen years. Made detective eight years ago, so I seen enough of that good and bad. [He sits back now, relaxing a little, and sips his cooling coffee.]