When Beckett wakes up, there's a crick in her neck and a fuzzy feeling in her mouth - not to mention the pounding on the inside of her skull
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There's a weight on his lap, leaning against his chest, a pounding in his head. The weight moves, and most of the fuzziness in his head clears as instinct kicks in. He's not sure what the weight is, and opening his eyes only sends more pain lancing through his skull.
All he knows is he needs to get the weight off, and he fumbles to push against it.
"Hey," Beckett says, in a half-whisper, trying to reassure with soft words and gentle contact, easing herself off his lap and lingering along his side.
Jack snorts. "Most things do when you're already kind of drunk."
He pauses for a second, then adds, haltingly, "Not...all of it was, though."
He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea; not when glancing over at her--even as she's still groggy, her hair still mussed from sleep--makes his heart beat just a little faster.
She keeps her eyes closed for another beat or two, until the world feels like it's not on an axis tilt, and then opens them again, letting her head loll over in his direction and smiling slowly when her eyes land on his face.
All he knows is he needs to get the weight off, and he fumbles to push against it.
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"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."
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"Beckett?" he asks in a croak, his mouth feeling like it had been packed in sawdust.
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"I'm right here."
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He starts to sit up but flops back as his stomach flip-flops.
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"Don't worry about me. Just sit there for a minute. I'll get us some water."
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Her hand presses again, keeping him down.
"Sit. Stay."
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"I take it you slept well, at least?"
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She takes three steady gulps from hers before bringing both back, passing the other to him.
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"I'm kind of surprised we made it up here without falling over."
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"You can say that again."
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She closes her eyes, taking another sip of water.
"Seemed like a good one at the time."
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He pauses for a second, then adds, haltingly, "Not...all of it was, though."
He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea; not when glancing over at her--even as she's still groggy, her hair still mussed from sleep--makes his heart beat just a little faster.
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She keeps her eyes closed for another beat or two, until the world feels like it's not on an axis tilt, and then opens them again, letting her head loll over in his direction and smiling slowly when her eyes land on his face.
"There are worse ways to wake up."
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