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[darcyschumacher]

 Ford was being a bastard again. He'd dragged her out all day and made her 'practice' her 'skills' which most had him being a jerk and her being pissed. Either way, he'd gotten in the way of her chores all day and she was exhausted since she mostly worked at night. As retaliation, she forced him to stop at a convenient store so she could at least

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[darcyschumacher]

She should have known he was coming up behind her. And when she was suddenly pressed harshly against the man behind her, the cold of the metal gun against her skin, she couldn't scream. She wanted to. She should have, but she was frozen, terrified, her heart pounding and her mind was overwhelmed. Blocking emotions was out of the question. Between the man with the gun, the fright of the cashier and then black nothingness, she was sure that this was the end of it

[killer_saver]

For a moment there he peered at her, wondering what it was she was talking about. "At the store?" It seemed like it fit. "I didn't at first." His expression darkened, thinking about it. But it was just something that had happened. It hadn't been her fault. And it hadn't been because of him. It hadn't been some psychopath out to hurt her because she was connected to him. It had just been one of those things that happened every day out there.

But that didn't make him want to hurt that guy any less. Because he'd but her at risk.

[darcyschumacher]

She needed to get through this or she'd be scarred for life. She already had enough issues in her head, she didn't need to have more of them. Those few minutes in the store brought tears to her eyes and she gently wiped her eyes with one hand, trying not to think about it. It wasn't working. She inhaled briskly, again, gently touching her hand to her neck.

[killer_saver]

So getting her mind off it obviously wasn't going to work. At a loss for anything else to do, he simply slid his arm around her and pulled her closer. He didn't really have anything to say, after all. He wouldn't have talked. He would have just showed everything into a dark corner of his mind and then ignored it. It was what he always did.

He could say that the guy probably wouldn't have pulled the trigger. But it seemed pointless as there had been a risk that he would have.

[darcyschumacher]

Whatever he knew, she didn't. She could only feel the fear of it all. When he slipped his arm around her, she took this as a hint and leaned in towards him. She'd get through it. She'd be fine. She had to be, after all. And he didn't nee to stay, but because he did she was taking advantage. Darcy looked up at him, knowing he wasn't one to say something, or anything at all.

[killer_saver]

"Stuff like this happens," he finally said. "It didn't have anything to do with you or who and what you are. And it probably would have been alright even if I hadn't stepped in." Yeah, he went and said it anyway. "It's alright now."

[darcyschumacher]

He would give a perfectly logical answer. She should accept it. Darcy nodded her agreement even though she didn't totally feel the same way. She couldn't really feel the same if she wanted to. She took another deep breath and looked up at him, watching his face. He was passive most of the time and right now she really wished he wouldn't be. "I know things don't scare you..." she didn't know how to finish that thought.

[killer_saver]

"There's things that scare me," he admitted. "Just not things like that." But when you thought about it, under that rage of having seen Darcy with a gun pointed at her, there had been fear. It was one of those things he didn't like admitting, even to himself. But that was the exact thing that could scare her. When the very few people that managed to get close to him risked being hurt or taken away. In many ways it was a selfish kind of fear.

[darcyschumacher]

She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what would scare him. That had to be horrifying things to scare her. She was somewhat helped by the fact that whatever tonight was, it wasn't because of who she was or what she could do, but rather that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That shouldn't be as comforting as it was.

Much like the first time they had sat together on her couch, she reached up, this time not hesitating and taking his hand that was draped over her shoulders.

[killer_saver]

And this time he didn't hesitate to tangle his fingers with hers, or to pull her a bit closer still. But again he thought that he should leave. Eventually he had to. But he wasn't in as much a rush this time. That something was happening between them was clear, but right now he couldn't be bothered to worry about it. A thought hit him. So far she hadn't addressed the fact that he'd nearly killed the robber.

[darcyschumacher]

Neither of them hesitated this time, which was strange. Usually there was a pause between the two of them, as if there was something there that they weren't willing to address. As for knowing he'd almost killed that man, Darcy was choosing not to think about it. He didn't kill him and so she didn't want to imagine that he would have. For now, she just would go on thinking of him just as a hero.

She held his hand just a tad tighter and turned towards him, pulling her legs up underneath herself and face him more. Again, she wan't hesitating and she couldn't explain why except that maybe this time, she knew she almost wasn't here. Near death experiences tended to do that to a person, as cliche as it was.

[killer_saver]

A hero he wasn't. And if she ever called him that, he'd go into detail explaining why he wasn't.

He turned his head to look down at her where she was tucked against him, her head on his shoulder. To say that there was a softness to his expression would be wrong. But there was a crack in his expressionless mask. A concern, and a bit of caring.

[darcyschumacher]

This was completely unlike her and she imagined that it was a lot unlike him. She'd only once seen him caring and it usually involved her being vulnerable and a wreck. She wasn't opposed to having him act a little different for occasions like this, but she knew that it wasn't really him. At least not the him that he wanted people to see.

She could feel the tingle that went down your spine when someone was looking at you and she looked up at him, their faces far too close to each other for an easy gaze, but she didn't break this time.

[killer_saver]

It was him. Parts of the man hiding behind the mask, parts of him showing between the cracks. It wasn't much that she saw at that moment. There were much more, just as scarred and broken and screwed up as she was.

There it was again, that tension of both waiting on the other to act. She didn't look away, and neither did he. There was a war in his head again, over why this wasn't a good idea. Why it was in fact a terrible idea, only brought on by an intense incident. Eventually Ford told his inner voices of reason to shut the hell up, and leaned down to lightly kiss her.

[darcyschumacher]

Darcy could not recall the last time she'd been kissed. There was a man in college that she was with at one point, but it was short lived. Her OCD had already embedded itself in her and he wasn't as willing to put up with it.

She was surprised, actually, that he did it at all. She was expecting him to look away or move or come up with a reason to leave, because that's what he always did. She wasn't hoping for anything. She was simply waiting. And when he reacted, leaning in to kiss her lightly, her eyes drifted shut, she held her breath and for the first time in a long time, she forgot that she didn't like being touched.

[killer_saver]

He'd half expected her to pull back. But at the same time he wasn't surprised when she didn't. It felt like this had been a long time coming.

His fingers tightened around hers as his lips moved softly against hers. It was probably a horribly bad idea, still, but Ford didn't care. Eventually he'd pay for it, when reality caught up to them again. But right now he didn't have to care.