Five in the Morning
If you could take back one thing you said in anger, what would it be and why?
Five in the Morning
“And try to bring him back in one piece next time,” Bonnie said with a little more venom than she meant.
“I love you too,” Michael shot back without any of his normal good humor as he got into Kitt and screeched down the semi’s ramp, out onto the road behind them.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh and turned just in time to see Devon’s scowl. He didn’t say anything, but slowly, pointedly went back to reading the file he’d been going over. Bonnie crossed her arms defensively and waited, but Devon continued to focus on his work.
Good, she thought, and decided to get herself some breakfast. She retreated into the semi’s kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards, her anger turning on Devon now that Michael had gone. Really, what did he expect? It was five in the morning. Michael had called and woken her out of a dead sleep at two am. Tempers had a nasty tendency to flair in the early morning hours. And neither she nor Michael were lacking in the temper department.
And if there was one thing that could send her from zero to sixty in no time, it was seeing Kitt hurt. Especially when it was the result of Michael being reckless. She swore sometimes he went out of his way to find the most dangerous means available to tackle any problem. If Michael wasn’t going to remember to keep Kitt’s well-being in mind, then damn it, she was going to remind him. If Devon didn’t like that, he could look for someone else for the job.
Bonnie pulled the bread out of the cupboard and dropped it into the toaster. She wanted something light - she still had delusions of trying to get a little sleep yet this morning. Peanut butter would be too much, so she pulled the margarine out of the refrigerator and set it down on the counter with a sigh.
Okay, she didn’t really mean that last part. But she’d seen the look on Devon’s face too many times. She’d had to sit through the lecture often enough too. It had pretty much been a running conversation since their first case. ‘They have a job to do. Sometimes Kitt gets damaged. You wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for that fact.’ And it wasn’t that she disagreed with him necessarily. It was the cavalier attitude that Michael had about it that just ticked her off. Especially when she was running on very little sleep.
Bonnie tried to keep her temper in check, she really did. Devon had made the point a while ago that each time Michael and Kitt went out, there was the very real possibility that one or both of them weren’t going to come back. It wasn’t that she didn’t know that -- she did. But she suspected that she probably didn’t understand it as deeply or personally as Devon did. He’d never said anything specific, but she got the distinct impression that there had been someone in Devon’s life who’d died while they’d been on bad terms, or maybe after an argument. It wasn’t a very difficult supposition to make. Devon had lost most of his family and he’d most certainly lost friends in the wars he’d fought in. She’d been lucky so far. Her parents were still alive and she hadn’t lost anyone truly close to her.
The toast popped up, startling her. Bonnie speared it with a knife, set it on her plate, and set about covering it with a thin layer of margarine.
She had to admit that she’d feel terrible if anything happened to Michael after one of their spats. She had a temper, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about him. Actually, if she wanted to be honest about it, the fact that she did care about him had a lot to do with how easily she got angry. And she’d hate for an argument to be the last thing between them. As much as she tried to keep her temper in check, too many times she’d said things she didn’t mean, things she wished she could take back. So far, thankfully, she’d always had the option to take them back. But counting on that was foolish. She should just stop saying them. Even at five in the morning.
Bonnie pulled down a glass and poured herself some orange juice. There was no point in drinking any more coffee if she was going to try to go back to sleep. She stared into the glass a minute before picking everything up and heading back to her place at the computer.
Devon didn’t look up when she passed him, still feigning interest in the file in front of him.
“I’ll call him in a few minutes and apologize,” she said in a tone that dared him to make an issue of it.
She caught just the hint of a smile on his lips, but other than that, he didn’t say a word.
Five in the Morning
“And try to bring him back in one piece next time,” Bonnie said with a little more venom than she meant.
“I love you too,” Michael shot back without any of his normal good humor as he got into Kitt and screeched down the semi’s ramp, out onto the road behind them.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh and turned just in time to see Devon’s scowl. He didn’t say anything, but slowly, pointedly went back to reading the file he’d been going over. Bonnie crossed her arms defensively and waited, but Devon continued to focus on his work.
Good, she thought, and decided to get herself some breakfast. She retreated into the semi’s kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards, her anger turning on Devon now that Michael had gone. Really, what did he expect? It was five in the morning. Michael had called and woken her out of a dead sleep at two am. Tempers had a nasty tendency to flair in the early morning hours. And neither she nor Michael were lacking in the temper department.
And if there was one thing that could send her from zero to sixty in no time, it was seeing Kitt hurt. Especially when it was the result of Michael being reckless. She swore sometimes he went out of his way to find the most dangerous means available to tackle any problem. If Michael wasn’t going to remember to keep Kitt’s well-being in mind, then damn it, she was going to remind him. If Devon didn’t like that, he could look for someone else for the job.
Bonnie pulled the bread out of the cupboard and dropped it into the toaster. She wanted something light - she still had delusions of trying to get a little sleep yet this morning. Peanut butter would be too much, so she pulled the margarine out of the refrigerator and set it down on the counter with a sigh.
Okay, she didn’t really mean that last part. But she’d seen the look on Devon’s face too many times. She’d had to sit through the lecture often enough too. It had pretty much been a running conversation since their first case. ‘They have a job to do. Sometimes Kitt gets damaged. You wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for that fact.’ And it wasn’t that she disagreed with him necessarily. It was the cavalier attitude that Michael had about it that just ticked her off. Especially when she was running on very little sleep.
Bonnie tried to keep her temper in check, she really did. Devon had made the point a while ago that each time Michael and Kitt went out, there was the very real possibility that one or both of them weren’t going to come back. It wasn’t that she didn’t know that -- she did. But she suspected that she probably didn’t understand it as deeply or personally as Devon did. He’d never said anything specific, but she got the distinct impression that there had been someone in Devon’s life who’d died while they’d been on bad terms, or maybe after an argument. It wasn’t a very difficult supposition to make. Devon had lost most of his family and he’d most certainly lost friends in the wars he’d fought in. She’d been lucky so far. Her parents were still alive and she hadn’t lost anyone truly close to her.
The toast popped up, startling her. Bonnie speared it with a knife, set it on her plate, and set about covering it with a thin layer of margarine.
She had to admit that she’d feel terrible if anything happened to Michael after one of their spats. She had a temper, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about him. Actually, if she wanted to be honest about it, the fact that she did care about him had a lot to do with how easily she got angry. And she’d hate for an argument to be the last thing between them. As much as she tried to keep her temper in check, too many times she’d said things she didn’t mean, things she wished she could take back. So far, thankfully, she’d always had the option to take them back. But counting on that was foolish. She should just stop saying them. Even at five in the morning.
Bonnie pulled down a glass and poured herself some orange juice. There was no point in drinking any more coffee if she was going to try to go back to sleep. She stared into the glass a minute before picking everything up and heading back to her place at the computer.
Devon didn’t look up when she passed him, still feigning interest in the file in front of him.
“I’ll call him in a few minutes and apologize,” she said in a tone that dared him to make an issue of it.
She caught just the hint of a smile on his lips, but other than that, he didn’t say a word.