Cal Chandler // "The Fix" AU // Bar

Mar 18, 2009 13:01

There is a teenage boy at the Bar, staring doubtfully at the level one Spanish textbook that appeared along with the Coke he asked for ( Read more... )

bethan's rabble, nix gordon, camille montes, sam linnfer, cal chandler

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 02:33:50 UTC
She didn't hear the conversation, but she saw it. She saw the mannerisms, the way each held himself, the way it ended. Which is why, after a period of time, Cam follows Cal out.

She knows that way of staring, too, but doesn't say anything as she sits down near him. Near, probably a little too close for a North American sense of personal space, but as far as she is used to, she's giving him space.

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 03:52:54 UTC
Cam flushes, long hands curling into fists. But she doesn't say anything, not for a long, long time, not until the angry words have been turned down into a simmer.

"He say you're stupid? Can't do anything?"

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americas_son March 21 2009, 03:55:16 UTC
And Cal does, finally, look over at Cam. His eyes are a little wide, his face a little pale.

"You saw?" he whispers.

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 03:57:15 UTC


"Si. Didn't hear."

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americas_son March 21 2009, 04:00:13 UTC
There's a long silence that echoes Cam's.

Then Cal says, quietly,

"He's my uncle."

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 04:14:25 UTC
She huffs a word at that, too breathy to be a laugh, but there is too much cynicism there for it to be a sigh. Besides, the word is a curse.

Well, fuck, she might have said in English.

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americas_son March 21 2009, 04:19:59 UTC
"He's - he was old. It was like -"

And he stops himself just in time, because he can't tell Cam that he met her future self. Because Camille told him things he shouldn't know yet, and the best way to keep away from that until Cam decides it's time for him to know is to avoid the subject altogether.

". . . he was, he was from the future, I think. I don't know when. I didn't ask. A long ways away."

There are a couple things he didn't ask. Wanted to ask. Couldn't.

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 04:31:45 UTC
"I-" don't know what to say.

"How are you?"

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americas_son March 21 2009, 04:41:47 UTC
"I."

Cal looks back over the water, blinking hard.

"It was supposed to be safe here," he whispers.

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for_a_chance March 21 2009, 04:56:18 UTC
Cam ducks her head, huddling in on herself.

"I know."

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americas_son March 21 2009, 05:02:25 UTC
"Now it doesn't matter if I go home or not. He's here."

Abruptly, Cal grabs a rock, chucks it violently at the water.

"Why is he here?"

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for_a_chance March 23 2009, 23:00:49 UTC
Because...

Because of many things she can't, and won't, say. Cal knows, and it never helps. No, not ever.

"I'm sorry."

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americas_son March 23 2009, 23:30:08 UTC
Cal stares ahead in silence for a few minutes, trembling.

"I thought I was Bound to get away from him," he says at last. "I, the Bar showed up just when I found out that he - and I thought it was so I wouldn't have to see him." His voice breaks on the second-to-last word, from anger and fear.

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for_a_chance March 23 2009, 23:33:02 UTC
"Breathing space?" Cam offers, voice still soft.

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americas_son March 23 2009, 23:42:26 UTC
"I'm supposed to be able to breathe now?" Cal asks bitterly. "I - Cam, I could've asked if, if he - if . . . but I didn't."

He can't even say it.

(did you ever try?)

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for_a_chance March 23 2009, 23:44:36 UTC
"Don't want to know. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe just looks. But maybe-"

(but maybe not)

"Don't want to know."

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