[And he is. He doesn't look as ruffled as he sounded; his hair is
gelled up and he's even wearing a t-shirt with a jacket-- oversized, but
it's there. He looks worried, though, when he opens the door.]
[Her cabin is nice - a high-end, but comfortable open concept
apartment, with plenty of places to sit. Here she gestures to the living
room, with its sofa and chairs.]
[She takes a moment to pop a couple coffee pods into the Keurig in
the kitchen, and in a few moments returns to the living room with two
steaming mugs, one of which she hands to him, before taking a seat on the
sofa, herself. She takes a deep breath, a little unsure as she opens the
conversation.]
So, you're one of Fraser's friends from home, right?
Thanks. [He'd remained awkwardly standing, not wanting to scuff her
nice furniture. It reminds him of standing in Stella's parents' living
room, their ugly, perfect furniture too nice for him to sit on.
Not much else to remind him of that, though, luckily. When she sits down he
sits on the opposite side of the couch, and tells himself to keep it
professional, put his detective face on. He gives her a polite little
smile.]
'One of'? If there's any more I don't know about I haven't been paying
attention.
[He thinks about it a second, interrupting his apologetic ramble,
then says:]
I dunno, actually. He's got people he helps, and people who want, uh... But
friends?
[Jesus. He doesn't actually think Fraser has any real friends, apart
from Ray. Not that Ray has a lot of friends, because he doesn't, but
it hadn't really registered quite like that yet.]
[She frowns slightly, hands curling a little tighter around her mug, as another piece of the puzzle that is Benton Fraser clicks neatly into place. If he doesn't have any friends - apart from the wolf - then Caitlin becoming his warden makes this so, so much worse.]
[He snorts a little, not really considering how impolite that is. He
can't quite conjure enough detective sitting here talking about
Fraser.]
Yeah, you can say that again. People like to think they know him, but it's
all-- whatchamacallit, water off a duck's back. You think about it too hard
and the things you think you know they just slip away. Me, I know him,
'cause sometimes he tells me shit that actually means something. But I
don't think there's a lot of people that do.
[Something twists in her gut, and the frown lines deepen in her brow. It's far, far too familiar, and she's not sure how she's supposed to help anyone open up when she's barely out of those woods, herself, when she's fairly sure that she's ready to duck back into that darkness any day now.]
First of all, don't tell him I came over to talk to you. [He says
this with a wry little smile, but it's pained.]
I-- I think he's just about stopped hating my guts, but he don't like me
that much right now. I've been working with him for a year and a half, but
this guy, he's never met me before. And I think he hates that I know him,
but he don't know me.
Well, if you're from a different Earth than he is, then he might not even be the same person you know. He might have lived an entirely different life that led to the two of you never meeting.
[She's patient, not defensive, and prepared to draw diagrams if needed.]
But even if he isn't -- you have to see how that's unsettling, for someone to come along and say they know you, when you're already not predisposed to making close friends.
I know. I mean-- everything he's told me, that's just stuff from my past.
From before we met.
[He's spent hours and hours thinking about this, but it still feels
wrong, makes him a little queasy.]
I try not to, you know, to pry too much. But he's my best friend, or the
guy he migh be, in the future-- that guy's my best friend. I can't just
ignore him when he's sitting by himself in the dining hall, y'know?
[Fortunately, claims of time travel are also not lost on her. One small benefit of working with a superhero team.]
No, I know. That's -- you're probably doing the right thing. I know if I were in his position -- I mean, I was, about a year ago -- but I would need someone to just be stubborn and refuse to give up on me. That's what my warden did, even when I tried to push him away. He didn't push back. He just kept showing up.
[He looks almost embarrassingly relieved to hear her say that, and
he switches his coffee to one hand so he can rub the other one over his
eyes.]
Yeah. Yeah, that's what I've been doing. He's too fucking good at pushing
people away with his million-dollar vocabulary and the Inuit stories.
Right? I don't envy you, he's gonna give you a hard fucking time.
[Weirdly, he'd come here intending to see what she was about, to see
if she cared about Fraser. Not like Ray does, but at least a little,
at least enough. But Ray follows his gut: he can feel, clearly, that she
does. So all the fight has drained out of him, and he just feels
tired and lost and a little scared for Fraser.]
Anyway. You got the file, and you know him a little, but if you wanna know
something that ain't there, I thought I could...
[Help. He used to be great at translating for Fraser.]
[She seems very certain about this, and she is; the file itself is currently trapped in a thick block of ice in her freezer.]
If the reason he's here has anything to do with trusting other people, or trusting himself, it's not fair for me to know more about him than he knows about me. And I told him that, but he just said the Admiral wants me to read it. That it's in "the rules."
And ... maybe a year ago I might have done something just because it was in the rules, but now ... I don't know. I don't want to be his boss. We were starting to be friends.
[And it sounds like he needs friends just as much as she does, frankly.]
[He actually rolls his eyes at that-- of course he said that,
of course. The fucking rules, the rules he pretends he never ever
breaks.]
He wants you to read it so he can gloat about being right. I read Aurelius'
file, but if you don't wanna, don't do it. And I think you're right. He
needs a friend way more than he needs a boss.
Did you-- did you get him into the Enclosure yet?
[Ray did, once, but he wasn't actually there for it. He just
conjured up a winter wonderland and left the door ajar, for him to sneak
in.]
[Her expressions softens a little, and it might even be a bit sad, now.]
I did. He showed me one of the places he grew up -- Alert. Not that he said that's what it was, right away, but ... it was beautiful.
[She says 'beautiful' like she means to say 'important,' even if that's not the word that comes out. In this case it's sort of like knowing that it's one automatically makes it the other.]
[It's ugly and he knows it, but he feels a sharp pang of
jealousy when he hears that. He knows he shouldn't feel it, but he has to
turn away and take a sip of his coffee to process the idea that Fraser took
someone else up to Canada. Even if it's fake Canada, even if it's pretend
Canada.]
That's good. [He manages, finally, kicking himself for feeling this
and showing it. He's an open book on a good day, and he's
practically an audiobook right now.]
Back home, sometimes he'd take me to the park. Pretend we were camping out
in the wilderness, instead of in the middle of Chicago.
[Her smile turns sympathetic; she can tell something is wrong, even if she can't intuit exactly what.]
I'm sure he cares. Your version of him. But ... he doesn't have those memories, here. He doesn't know you. You have to ... I don't know, start over.
[And as much as she hates to admit it, that concept does give her some insight as to how she'll have to approach Fraser now that she's his warden. If he's going to act like they don't know each other, she's going to have to get on board, no matter what he's already shared with her.]
[He squirms, taps his fingers against his half-empty coffee cup. He
didn't come here to be comforted by her, even if part of him needed to hear
this.]
I'm trying to. If he'll let me. But until he does, I'm just gonna be there
to drink coffee in his, uh, general vicinity.
He's a good guy, Frost. The best guy I know, even if he don't know me right
now. I know him, even if he fucked something up. [And he
thinks he knows what happened, but if Fraser hasn't told her and she isn't
reading the file, he's not telling her.]
He deserves the fucking best, even if you wanna rip his head off sometimes.
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timeasmymeasure
private voice, after the pairing announcement
Date: 2019-01-16 07:55 pm (UTC)Can we talk? No rush or nothin', I just--
Lemme know.
Re: private voice, after the pairing announcement
Date: 2019-01-16 08:14 pm (UTC)It's okay; we can talk.
Do you want to come to my cabin?
Private
Date: 2019-01-17 08:15 am (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 01:29 pm (UTC)I'm in 202.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 01:36 pm (UTC)Thanks. I'll be there in a sec.
[And he is. He doesn't look as ruffled as he sounded; his hair is gelled up and he's even wearing a t-shirt with a jacket-- oversized, but it's there. He looks worried, though, when he opens the door.]
Hey.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 01:56 pm (UTC)Hi. Come on in.
[Her cabin is nice - a high-end, but comfortable open concept apartment, with plenty of places to sit. Here she gestures to the living room, with its sofa and chairs.]
Can I get you anything? Water, coffee?
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 02:03 pm (UTC)Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, sure-- coffee? Nice place.
[He lets himself be distracted by it for a second, looking around himself, hands in his pockets.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 02:18 pm (UTC)Thanks. It's -- well, it's new, I guess.
[She takes a moment to pop a couple coffee pods into the Keurig in the kitchen, and in a few moments returns to the living room with two steaming mugs, one of which she hands to him, before taking a seat on the sofa, herself. She takes a deep breath, a little unsure as she opens the conversation.]
So, you're one of Fraser's friends from home, right?
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 02:28 pm (UTC)Thanks. [He'd remained awkwardly standing, not wanting to scuff her nice furniture. It reminds him of standing in Stella's parents' living room, their ugly, perfect furniture too nice for him to sit on.
Not much else to remind him of that, though, luckily. When she sits down he sits on the opposite side of the couch, and tells himself to keep it professional, put his detective face on. He gives her a polite little smile.]
'One of'? If there's any more I don't know about I haven't been paying attention.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 02:36 pm (UTC)[She blinks curiously.] He has other friends at home, right? I figured you were the only one here, of course.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 02:40 pm (UTC)Right. Right, okay, that's what--
[He thinks about it a second, interrupting his apologetic ramble, then says:]
I dunno, actually. He's got people he helps, and people who want, uh... But friends?
[Jesus. He doesn't actually think Fraser has any real friends, apart from Ray. Not that Ray has a lot of friends, because he doesn't, but it hadn't really registered quite like that yet.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 03:08 pm (UTC)He doesn't open up to people much, does he?
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 03:18 pm (UTC)[He snorts a little, not really considering how impolite that is. He can't quite conjure enough detective sitting here talking about Fraser.]
Yeah, you can say that again. People like to think they know him, but it's all-- whatchamacallit, water off a duck's back. You think about it too hard and the things you think you know they just slip away. Me, I know him, 'cause sometimes he tells me shit that actually means something. But I don't think there's a lot of people that do.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 03:29 pm (UTC)Right. Okay. So ...
[She steels herself with a deep breath.]
Any tips?
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 03:44 pm (UTC)First of all, don't tell him I came over to talk to you. [He says this with a wry little smile, but it's pained.]
I-- I think he's just about stopped hating my guts, but he don't like me that much right now. I've been working with him for a year and a half, but this guy, he's never met me before. And I think he hates that I know him, but he don't know me.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 04:06 pm (UTC)[She's patient, not defensive, and prepared to draw diagrams if needed.]
But even if he isn't -- you have to see how that's unsettling, for someone to come along and say they know you, when you're already not predisposed to making close friends.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 05:14 pm (UTC)I know. I mean-- everything he's told me, that's just stuff from my past. From before we met.
[He's spent hours and hours thinking about this, but it still feels wrong, makes him a little queasy.]
I try not to, you know, to pry too much. But he's my best friend, or the guy he migh be, in the future-- that guy's my best friend. I can't just ignore him when he's sitting by himself in the dining hall, y'know?
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 05:24 pm (UTC)No, I know. That's -- you're probably doing the right thing. I know if I were in his position -- I mean, I was, about a year ago -- but I would need someone to just be stubborn and refuse to give up on me. That's what my warden did, even when I tried to push him away. He didn't push back. He just kept showing up.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 05:29 pm (UTC)[He looks almost embarrassingly relieved to hear her say that, and he switches his coffee to one hand so he can rub the other one over his eyes.]
Yeah. Yeah, that's what I've been doing. He's too fucking good at pushing people away with his million-dollar vocabulary and the Inuit stories. Right? I don't envy you, he's gonna give you a hard fucking time.
[Weirdly, he'd come here intending to see what she was about, to see if she cared about Fraser. Not like Ray does, but at least a little, at least enough. But Ray follows his gut: he can feel, clearly, that she does. So all the fight has drained out of him, and he just feels tired and lost and a little scared for Fraser.]
Anyway. You got the file, and you know him a little, but if you wanna know something that ain't there, I thought I could...
[Help. He used to be great at translating for Fraser.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 05:39 pm (UTC)[She seems very certain about this, and she is; the file itself is currently trapped in a thick block of ice in her freezer.]
If the reason he's here has anything to do with trusting other people, or trusting himself, it's not fair for me to know more about him than he knows about me. And I told him that, but he just said the Admiral wants me to read it. That it's in "the rules."
And ... maybe a year ago I might have done something just because it was in the rules, but now ... I don't know. I don't want to be his boss. We were starting to be friends.
[And it sounds like he needs friends just as much as she does, frankly.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 05:46 pm (UTC)[He actually rolls his eyes at that-- of course he said that, of course. The fucking rules, the rules he pretends he never ever breaks.]
He wants you to read it so he can gloat about being right. I read Aurelius' file, but if you don't wanna, don't do it. And I think you're right. He needs a friend way more than he needs a boss.
Did you-- did you get him into the Enclosure yet?
[Ray did, once, but he wasn't actually there for it. He just conjured up a winter wonderland and left the door ajar, for him to sneak in.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 06:01 pm (UTC)I did. He showed me one of the places he grew up -- Alert. Not that he said that's what it was, right away, but ... it was beautiful.
[She says 'beautiful' like she means to say 'important,' even if that's not the word that comes out. In this case it's sort of like knowing that it's one automatically makes it the other.]
He said we'd go sledding next time.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 06:11 pm (UTC)[It's ugly and he knows it, but he feels a sharp pang of jealousy when he hears that. He knows he shouldn't feel it, but he has to turn away and take a sip of his coffee to process the idea that Fraser took someone else up to Canada. Even if it's fake Canada, even if it's pretend Canada.]
That's good. [He manages, finally, kicking himself for feeling this and showing it. He's an open book on a good day, and he's practically an audiobook right now.]
Back home, sometimes he'd take me to the park. Pretend we were camping out in the wilderness, instead of in the middle of Chicago.
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 06:20 pm (UTC)[Her smile turns sympathetic; she can tell something is wrong, even if she can't intuit exactly what.]
I'm sure he cares. Your version of him. But ... he doesn't have those memories, here. He doesn't know you. You have to ... I don't know, start over.
[And as much as she hates to admit it, that concept does give her some insight as to how she'll have to approach Fraser now that she's his warden. If he's going to act like they don't know each other, she's going to have to get on board, no matter what he's already shared with her.]
Re: Private
Date: 2019-01-17 06:32 pm (UTC)I know.
[He squirms, taps his fingers against his half-empty coffee cup. He didn't come here to be comforted by her, even if part of him needed to hear this.]
I'm trying to. If he'll let me. But until he does, I'm just gonna be there to drink coffee in his, uh, general vicinity.
He's a good guy, Frost. The best guy I know, even if he don't know me right now. I know him, even if he fucked something up. [And he thinks he knows what happened, but if Fraser hasn't told her and she isn't reading the file, he's not telling her.]
He deserves the fucking best, even if you wanna rip his head off sometimes.
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