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[jill_langston]

The snow had been charming and distracting for the first day or so and the fireplace had been even more so, but now Jill was starting to get tired of it. All her life, she'd had poor circulation and the frigid weather certainly wasn't helping. She was cold, even though she'd been in the Compound for nearly a half hour already. Her things were in

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[ata_beckett]

"I don't think starin' at it's going t'do much good," Carson said, when he found Jill in the doorway. He'd been spending a lot of time in the compound lately, mostly because, after the first few mornings of it, he was starting to dread the walks to and from New Atlantis. It was almost enough to make him wish he and Catherine had never moved out of the building in the first place.

[At work. Slow tags for a bit. ♥]

[jill_langston]

"Dammit, and here I thought that staring at it might make it go away," Jill murmured dryly, glancing up at the mistletoe again before she looked over at Carson. It was hard to admit, but being around others made everything easier.

"I keep hoping that if I stand here long enough, Denzel Washington will come and help me keep up the tradition," she added, giving Carson a faint grin.

[ata_beckett]

Carson looked a bit confused for a moment. "I'll be sure t'let you know if he turns up," He offered, joking.

"Not enjoying the seasonal atmosphere, I take it?"

[jill_langston]

"It's, um... I get cold," she offered by way of explanation, although that wasn't necessarily the entire reason she wasn't feeling particularly festive. "And a lot has changed since the last time it snowed. It's a strange kind of reminder."

The last time it had snowed, she'd ended up lying in it with Radek, unexpectedly, granted, but it had happened all the time. And it had been nice.

[stilljustbob]

Bob had done his best to kick the snow off his boots before stepping into the Compound, but there's still some lingering in the cracks, making him slip a bit on the floor as he walks toward the rec room. He has one hand against the wall to steady himself and he pauses after a moment to tug the boots off completely, holding them carefully by one hand as he gets to the entrance way.

The mistletoe has been there as long as the snow and prior to a few days ago, Bob's not paid it much notice. But, things are different now and he eyes it warily and sticks close to the wall as he tries to get by it, not wanting to get caught under it even by accident.

"Oh, hi, Jill," he says with a slight smile when he sees her standing just in front of him and gives a stilted nod before he works on taking his coat off. She doesn't look happy, but Bob hasn't expected her too and he's already thinking about work-related things he can talk to her about, starting with all the various new plants he's been able to find. Anything but David.

[jill_langston]

"Hey, Bob," Jill replied, then leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. It was tradition, after all, and even if no one else on this fucking island was around to kiss her, at least she could count on Bob for some things. Small gestures of affection, things she needed without even realizing that she needed them.

"Is it still frigid out there?" she asked when she pulled away, leaning against the side of the door once again.

There was no way in hell Jill was leaving the Compound again until she could feel her toes.

[stilljustbob]

Bob's face flushes immediately, completely caught off-guard by the kiss and his head ducks a bit. It's Jill, so it's probably okay and he knows there's nothing behind it but friendship, but things are a little different now and he immediately feels something like guilt.

"Is it-- yes," he says, glancing quickly back over his shoulder toward the door as he tugs his coat off. He gives her a very small, very brief smile as he tucks the coat over his arm. "How are you?"

[jill_langston]

Truthfully, she hadn't expected anything less than that reaction, but it still made her smile faintly, even as she pushed off the door and collected her coffee from the nearby table. "Cold," she answered honestly, pulling her thick red sweater tighter around herself. The box seemed intent on dressing her in Christmas colours, but she'd been cold and the red wool sweater was the only one it would give her.

"I don't think I'm going to go back out there until it's all melted," she decided. "Maybe I'll sleep on the couch or in the lab." It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it.

[apostatesupreme]

'You know, darling, it's a lucky thing looks can't actually kill,' I said, standing a respectable distance back from my favourite purveyor of fine champagne and drunken beachside snogs. There was some de-lish justice in the fact I'd next seen her in contemplation of mistletoe.

'What has the poor thing done to you? Besides. I've become rather fond of it, myself.'

[jill_langston]

This time around, she knew immediately that he wasn't James and briefly, she wondered how she'd ever mistaken him for Bond in the first place. She'd blame the alcohol, if she had to. They were nothing alike.

"It hasn't done anything to me," she answered, which was quite possibly the problem with it. "And I imagine you're fond of it because it's rather helpful in getting you what you want."

[apostatesupreme]

'What I want? What I want?' You really are a drag sometimes, you mortal types and your twisted conception of Hell and all that's evil. 'I'm not in the business of getting what I want, my dear. It's what you want that interests me most.'

[jill_langston]

"Considering we're on an island in the middle of nowhere, I imagine you're not really in the business of much anymore," Jill countered with a faint smile, although she hadn't moved from her place in the doorway. It might have been a signal as to what she wanted.

He wasn't David, but he was there.

[worse_on_friday]

Gus wasn't in an entirely good mood and he almost walked straight into Jill in the doorway.

He put out his hand in apology without looking up to see who he'd nearly walked into.

"Oh, shit, Jill. Sorry."

[jill_langston]

"You trying to bowl me over there, Gus?" she asked with a soft laugh, raising her hands as well, one landing against his chest to keep them both from crashing into each other. Though, technically, she was standing in the doorway.

Stepping back and giving him room to get through, she picked up her coffee from the nearby table and looked back at him. "Are you going somewhere in particular?"

[worse_on_friday]

"Just wasn't looking." He yawned. "Haven't been sleeping so well. I think my grandfather's haunting me again."

[jill_langston]

"Do you want some coffee?" she asked, gesturing at her own cup vaguely. Coffee wouldn't make it easier for him to sleep and it certainly wouldn't chase away anyone that might have been haunting him, but it might wake him up a bit. Coffee was almost always the right answer.

[real_buzzkill]

"Don't worry, I'll spare you the kissing," Wilson said, seeing Jill glaring at the mistletoe. "Professional courtesy, you know."

He needed to light the menorah, though. It sat discreetly out of the way on a table, a hunk of driftwood with holes carved into the top and bits of wax dripped on the sides from past years.

[jill_langston]

"Do you think if I tore it down it would magically reappear?" she asked, still glaring up at it, although she moved out of the way when she saw James arrive. Standing in the doorway was a surefire way to get herself either pushed out of the way or kissed and so she returned to her coffee before offering a smile.

"Thank you for the professional courtesy," she added.

[real_buzzkill]

"Knowing this place, it probably would. You can always get what you don't want." He'd already made the mistake of kissing somebody under the mistletoe when that person didn't want to be kissed. Not going to repeat that one. No way.

"At least it's warm in here," he said as he walked toward the fireplace with a candle in hand. "Are you enjoying the weather? I think it's kind of nice, but it seems to get colder every day."

[jill_langston]

"I hate it," Jill admitted with a soft laugh, taking a sip of her coffee as she moved closer to the fireplace as well, just for the warmth that emanated from it. "I spent two years in Norway living in shitty conditions and then I spent two years in Canada before this place. I would prefer the sun and the sand all year round, personally. Where were you from before here?" she asked curiously.

Bob seemed to love the snow, but Bob had lived in Toronto for quite a bit longer than she had.