There are moments in Danny's life that he's proud of. There's ones that he's okay with shoving under the carpet, too. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that this one right here is gonna be in the latter category
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Community service done for the day, Kate takes her freshly showered ass to the clothing box to dig around for more black fabric. Shoes. Trenchcoat. Something 'soft and pretty'. And some stuff that's not so soft. Leather or suede or denim. She's got a pretty good haul at the hut but shopping vintage is like a part-time job.
The box is in a mood today and she ends up with a lot of melodramatic Goth crap, but it's black and there's a wannabe-cute skirt, plus a pair of red heels (score). She crams it all down into a bag and she's about to skate out but there's some cheesy sci fi on the tv and there's a very familiar puppy and... not Steve.
Too bad. Danny can just put up with her today.
She drops her stuff at the foot of the couch and hops over the back. "Hey, Z-man," she croons at the puppy and gives him a belly pat, before shooting a look at Danny. "What're we watching, Five-O?"
Danny stifles away the sniffles and makes sure he's got his best 'stern' face on. It's not that he's really miffed at her, but Kate still represents Steve's temporary break from sanity and the reason why they had a two night cold-war. "This is Enemy Mine. It is beautiful. It's classic," he swears by it, adjusting Zulu when his chin starts to dig too hard into Danny's inner thigh.
Oh, she caught the sniffles and the emo, but Kate's not the type to mock right up front. No, no. She'll save that. Bust it out sometime next month or some other unexpected time.
Instead, she quirks a small grin at him and the dog and scootches down into the couch cushions to get comfy. "Gooey hermaphroditic sci fi. Good call." She flips her hand at the screen. "Funny how that's kinda almost what happened with me and Magnus. Except I didn't deliver her baby. Just a baby Stenophelhabilis. Ralphie."
Danny raises his brow at her, as if inviting explanation as to whether she's mocking his movie. "A baby what now?" he replies, gaping slightly. "Because this is definitely a conversation that is beyond normal-weird." He moves the vows next, one last fleeting glance at them before dismissing them as crap and in need of a rewrite.
"Stenophelhabilis." Kate grins, 'cheeky' as Magnus would call it. "It's one of the rare species we work with. The mom was dead but when I opened up her container, the baby wasn't." Okay, yeah, it's the 'Good Parts version' but Kate's relationship to Ashley is between her and Magnus. Besides, she's more interested in the paper he's hiding.
Quick as a cat, Kate lunges for the paper. "What's that you got there, Five-O?"
Danny lets her take it for fear that it's about to get ripped. "Those? Those are vows. They are shitty vows because I got no idea what to say. I know how to be an asshole to Steve real easily, but I don't know how to be, you know," he says.
"Vows? Seriously?" Kate scans the paper, checking out the deets. "I can't even mock this it's so sad." She hands him back the paper and fluffs Zulu's ears, slouching closer. "I'd help, but, man, I suck at that worse than you."
"How is this sad?" Danny demands with a curious look, getting slightly heated. "I mean, come on, I'm getting married for the second time and I want to get things right this time, so I want the vows to be, you know, not -- not crappy."
"Right. You want them to not be crappy. I get that." Kate points to the paper, and lifts her eyebrow at him. "Those just..." Be nice, Freelander. "Aren't there yet."
Danny makes a face as he stares at the pieces of paper, not sure where he's going to find any kind of improvement. "I don't know, what do you say when you're marrying your partner who's kind of a dick to you, sometimes?"
Kate shrugs and flicks her hair back over her shoulder so she can see him better. "One, I'm not getting married to anyone. Two, I'm usually the one busy being a dick. But the way it works, vows are when you say all the crap you'd die of sounding like a Hallmark card if you spit it out normally and he has to stand there and listen to it." She smirks lightly at that. It's a funny image. She can see Steve turning inside out at all the sap. "Since this is Steve we're talking about, I say put it all in there. Including the part about being a dick sometimes."
"The last thing people need is to see us start to argue in front of God and the whole damn group of our friends because he disagrees with how often he got me shot at," Danny points out, a little mild considering the heated topic when it comes up. "I don't know. I don't know how to do this. I suck at this."
"Yo." Kate nudges him in the side with an elbow that's a lot closer than it was when she sat down. "Chill. We'll find some stupid wedding movies to watch after this and figure it out." She bites the inside of her cheek for a minute, then suggests, "You could use that. You love him even though you're never going to agree how many times he got you shot at. Bet he'd laugh."
"If I bring up how many times he got me shot, Steve will make aneurysm face at the altar before possibly having an actual aneurysm," Danny says, not wholly unconvinced that he's exaggerating. "I don't know. This was easier when it was me and Rachel, you know?"
"Because she's a chick?" Kate's curious. Sue her. Danny looked at Magnus and her both, plenty, when they were in bikinis. Steve's not oblivious to her even if he's not really looking. "Or something else?"
"Nah, because it was the first marriage," he explains. "Because it was before I figured out that love doesn't matter. You still get divorced because she doesn't like your job. So, now, I'm going into a second wedding remembering that I felt exactly the same the first time, right up until I got left. And how do you explain that to a guy who doesn't get that?" he points out quietly. "I want this to be right. I can't afford missteps."
The box is in a mood today and she ends up with a lot of melodramatic Goth crap, but it's black and there's a wannabe-cute skirt, plus a pair of red heels (score). She crams it all down into a bag and she's about to skate out but there's some cheesy sci fi on the tv and there's a very familiar puppy and... not Steve.
Too bad. Danny can just put up with her today.
She drops her stuff at the foot of the couch and hops over the back. "Hey, Z-man," she croons at the puppy and gives him a belly pat, before shooting a look at Danny. "What're we watching, Five-O?"
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Instead, she quirks a small grin at him and the dog and scootches down into the couch cushions to get comfy. "Gooey hermaphroditic sci fi. Good call." She flips her hand at the screen. "Funny how that's kinda almost what happened with me and Magnus. Except I didn't deliver her baby. Just a baby Stenophelhabilis. Ralphie."
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Quick as a cat, Kate lunges for the paper. "What's that you got there, Five-O?"
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