while there's still something left to save [finished]

[atleasticansee]

Characters: Tara Markov (Terra), Agent Spin
Content: Tara is finally ready to fill Spin in on what happened to her.
Location: The Strand 2.0
Time of Day: After this.
Warnings: Less terrible drama than a standard Terra post.

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[eba05]

The message on the journals had jolted Spin. Tara calling out to him. It was something he'd hoped to see, wanted to happen--her feeling better, or just the will to open up a little--but he hadn't been sure if it would actually happen. After the last time he'd spoken with her, the Agent had no idea how long it would take, but... well, there it was. And Presley knew he wasn't going to turn her down

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From the way Spin sounded to her, Terra wasn't the only one who had no idea what to do. But she was a pretty terrible judge of things. She could have been wrong. "Hi, Spin." That was easy enough. Now just do that, but with more words per sentence, and with words that actually mean things. Yeah. She could do that. Sure. "Good to see you got here safe." She may have meant that, but that wasn't what she meant

[eba05]

It didn't take a listen to her buzzing tune to know how off kilter Tara was. Anyone could see it, hear it. Spin swallowed. Time to get focused; she needed an Agent's best. He'd have to do for now.

It didn't matter that she hadn't given Spin the moment to answer; he would have offered whatever she was more comfortable with, regardless. He caught the flinch, but not exactly where it was aimed. His brow furrowed, but there wasn't anything to be said. Tara had asked him here on her own, and he trusted her to say whatever she needed.

Spin have her the faintest of smiles as she gave the short explanation. It was just small enough to be real. "I gotcha. Thinking can ruin things." Did he ever know it. The Agent took his own seat, making himself comfortable before setting his gaze firm on her again. "I don't suppose you want to beat around the bush, then."

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Sit down, and then don't screw around. It's like Spin said. No beating around the bush. Tara hoped he'd forgive her for not looking directly at him. She sighed. Bent forward. Rested her arms on her legs, clasped her hands together.

"You probably know what CARP did." That was beating around the bush. That was exactly what Spin said she didn't want to do. "One of them snuck up on me. She pushed me down the stairs." She turned her head in the direction of the stairwell. "Not here. Somewhere else." Didn't matter. "Just because I was different from her." You know, the way they tended to work.

Her attention returned to a very interesting spot on the floor between her feet. "It's not the first time it's happened to me. Back home, I have... problems." Hesitation. She had to wrap this up quick. "I thought I was done with it when I came here." Hell of a surprise.

Tara finally looked up at Spin. It was his turn to say something; she sure as hell didn't trust herself to do anything more. Well, without going overboard.