[thread] Will be asking the questions.

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Characters:OU Seeley Booth, OU Meleka Fray
Where:Paj Epta
When:Late afternoon
Summary:Booth goes to see Melaka about a kid.
Warnings: Snark, brain break

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[melakafray13]

Fray was in the bathroom when there was a knock on the door, in the midst of tying her hair up in a sloppy ponytail. She was dressed warmly, long sleeve shirt, flannel pj bottoms, thick woolen socks. Mel exited the bathroom, crossing the open living room, dining room area over to the front door, unlocking it then opening it to reveal...Angel?

Melaka's cornflower blue orbs widened and she rushed forward, throwing her arms around who she thought was her old watcher's neck. "Ruttin' hell, when'd you get back?!"

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And there went the coffee. Booth recoiled backwards, unpepared for the sudden speed and the.. Strength.. Erk. "Little.." he pressed his hands to her shoulders firmly and tried to pry her off. "Too tight.."

[melakafray13]

It took a moment for her to realize that he wasn't room temperature, or colder and the slayer released him, taking a step back, her cheeks filling with color. "Ohh...shit." Mel trailed off quietly.

"I...take it you're the fella that sounds like Angel?" Mel said, glancing down and seeing the split coffee. Crap. She turned, heading into the kitchen to grab some paper towels.

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Booth took a deep breath upon his release and stepped back. His ears were ringing, and he shook his head a couple times to reorietate himself, glancing at her.

"Yeah. I should have been expecting that.." Oh, okay. mess.. right. He entered the apartment and moved after Melaka, taking a towel for himself and heading out to fix the mess.. "Don't worry about it, okay? Have a seat."

[melakafray13]

"No, no, 's my fault," Melaka replied, moving to pick up the now-empty cups and began mopping up the mess in the hallway as best she could. She kneeled on the dry floor, trying to get the towels to soak up as much coffee as it could before getting a few new sheets.

"It's...Booth, right?" Mel asked, glancing up at him. Jesu, it was weird seeing that guy with Angel's face and voice. He was kinda tan, too. Not, like, burnt, but healthy-looking. "I shoulda known, 'm sorry."

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"Hey, who can argue with a warm welcome like that?" He smirks a little and kneels to help her out, doing his part. The mess was quickly cleaned, atleast what they could get out of the cracks of the wood in the floor.

"Yeah, it's Booth" Second time someone recognized him. "Got the same reaction when I met this girl named Willow.. you know 'er?"

[melakafray13]

"A stranger, maybe?" Mel chuckled softly, gathering up her towels, carrying them quickly to the trash can, tossing them inside. She moved over to the sink, washing her hands off then wiping them dry on her pantlegs.

"Red? Yeah, I know her. We've spoke a few times. Wouldn't say we're friends," Mel nodded, gesturing to the kitchen table as she went searching for pie and instant coffee.

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Booth chuckled and took a seat, allowing her to play hostess, and refraining from impeding, after all, this was her turf. Minute he starts acting like he runs the place is when she stops talking. Fact that she's comfortable, for the most part, with him, was good enough.

"Angel must have been important." And Angel is still a really stupid name.

[melakafray13]

Mel found a thing of hot cocoa, figured that was a good enough substitute for coffee and began making it, moving from place to place in the kitchen as she went. "Well, Red knew him longer than I did. I'd only met him here. It was only through talkin' that we'd found out that we were from the same dimension. Diff times, though. Couple cens apart."

Mel cut two slices of pumpkin pie that she found in the fridge and pulled the bubbling water out of the microwave when the timer went off.

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With that, he realized just how difficult this was going to be. Translating squint speak was hard enough. He stared at her a just a split moment as he listened, her language and accent sort of pointed to east coast, but the way she spoke, the slang? Completely new to Booth. Cen.. centuries. Whoa.

"Okay, so put this in perspective for me.. I'm from 2006, you're from.. when?" He was making small talk, wanting to give Brennan time to get over here.

[melakafray13]

The slayer was used to it by now. The confused looks, the 'are you speaking English' tone of voice when certain people spoke after her. "Further into the 2000s than you," She sakd with a small smirk.

Mel didn't want to freak him out by saying an exact number. It was best to keep it vague with 'a couple centuries'.

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Well that was vague. He chuckled a little and gave her a friendly expression. "Fair enough. Tell me about yourself, Mel? Rather get off on a good note before we get into the heavier stuff.. less you prefer we just jump right in."

[melakafray13]

The slayer sort of froze when Booth suggested she talk about herself and her life. She was tired of telling the same sob story over and over. There was just only so many times that she could bring those images and memories up in her mind and not break down.

Didn't wanna do that in front of a law. Didn't seem right.

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Booth continued. "Then can you tell me what happened before and after your incarceration?" He said, still trying to be civil, his eyes generally.

[melakafray13]

"Incar...." Mel repeated, trailing off after him. "Makin' it seem like I got celled."

The slayer sighed, then started, "I went to sleep 'round one-somethin'." There was a brief pause then she continued. "Then I woke up in Tony Stark's apartment. Everythin' between those two're a blur. Not sure what's real."

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Booth glanced at her, "Comes with the territory.. Sorry though." He took a bite of the pie and his eyes lit up. Delicious. "I'm not asking as a cop.." He said, then corrected himself, "Well.. a cop but I don't have jurisdiction.. just doin the right thing.."

"So.. Okay.. Joker takes out right out of bed, drags you out to the far end of the complex and buries you in a casket.. A week later, someone else digs you up and deposited in a friends apartment?" Was that what she was telling him?