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And I can't be who you are

Oct 03, 2008 10:46

Originally, he'd meant just to run. Honestly. Just a jog in the rain, to clear his thoughts and remember that yes, he agreed to it. It was alright. In the end of the day, Morgan came home to his hut. After all, just because she said so, didn't mean she would get around to that whole non-exclusivity thing ( Read more... )

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9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 20:52:39 UTC

"Mitchell?" It was raining. again. And he was out in it...again. "You plan on drowning yourself in the rain again?" She spun her umbrella slowly and the lizards on it jumped and danced, goofy representations of the real thing. At least they were only blue, green, and red-orange. There were no purple lizards. Her voice was lightly teasing as she assessed the set of his shoulders and the way he held himself.

She found her way beside him and sat, lapsing into silence almost immediately, umbrella secured between a handy crack in the rocks so she didn't have to hold it up. Set at the perfect angle, it kept the both of they dry. Well. He was wet and her legs were wet...but whatever. It worked.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 20:57:31 UTC

He didn't respond immediately to her question--no quip seemed to come immediately to mind, and after the moment passed, it would have been tacky. He was able to manage a slight, wry smile when she sat.

"Does this place get high tides?"

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 21:31:02 UTC

"We have a moon, so, probably," she murmured, folding her arms around her knees as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "You looking for a rock to chain yourself to in order to appease the sea god?"

Reese glanced at the rocks and then squinted back out across the flat blue grey wash of choppy white capped sea. It was usually brighter, but the rain had dulled it and it was closer to grey-sapphire, now.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 21:35:39 UTC

"I'm not really a big fan of gods in general." Gods, plural, he could say without his Grandmother berating him. Especially when it probably referred to an old Goa'uld anyway.

"The rain brought it to mind."

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 21:43:14 UTC

"I'm not the world's biggest supporter of them either. Big cosmic brooms shoved up their," his, her, it..."asses if you ask me." She glanced at the sky for a moment, took a breath and hollered, "COSMIC BROOM UP YOUR ASS TOO, ISLAND!"

...and then leaned back, laughing. Somewhere there was a rumble of answering thunder that just made her laugh harder. Let it rain, then. She'd just insult it anyway.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 21:51:09 UTC

He stared for a long moment, and gave a slight chuckle. It was more out of disbelief than true mirth. It was...just...harder to find today than normal. He'd get on that humor thing some time later.

"Yeah. Cosmic broom." That sounded unconvincing even to him.

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 21:59:58 UTC

She tilted her head gently, the corners of her eyes crinkled slightly as she studied him. She didn't know Cameron Mitchell all that well, but she also wasn't a detective for the shiny badge. Something was eating at him.

"You wanna talk about it?" Didn't matter what it was. Never did. If he wanted to go on about the weather, he could go on about the weather. Her eyes were sharp, intent, but also soft. Somehow she managed to wrap it all up in a glance.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 22:13:37 UTC

He scoffed, though there was only bitterness, rather than malice, in it. "There's nothing to say. It's just one of those...boring, uneventful things you'd have to be there for."

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 22:51:13 UTC

"Too bad I don't drink anymore," she murmured, "or I'd offer a bottle that I don't have. Not that getting wasted really helps much. Sorry, all you get is a Reese and not very much of one, either." Bitterness meant a woman -- or it usually did. Abruptness generally meant a man was hurting more than he'd like anyone to know and that if they insisted on prying they were gonna get hit. How many times had she been in an interview room with a man who'd just lost someone or something in a big way? You got to know how to read a human face pretty fucking well. But she kept her theories and observations to herself. She wasn't that tactless.

Reese fell silent, leaning back on her elbows and watched the grey sky get blacker with heavy rainclouds.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 23:03:38 UTC

He didn't...hit people over not wanting to talk. He just didn't talk. He was trained to be able to handle interrogations, after all. Still, she wasn't asking anything, so there was no reason to be silent.

"That stuff is toxic, anyway." He shrugged. "I could think of better ways to go than nail polish remover."

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 23:14:23 UTC

"Alcohol to dull the pain," she murmured humorlessly. "Well, alcohol or sex. Either occupies and both get it over faster." Reese let out a sigh. "I suppose neither solves the issue, though. Used to be work for me. Being a homicide detective doesn't really make for a good night's sleep." Nor did being an undercover narcotics cop hooked on Blow so strung out she couldn't tell the sky from the ground while the world fell to shit before her.

Reese blinked it back and smiled.

sgmitchell October 3 2008, 23:19:31 UTC

He gave her a brief, skeptical look. If she weren't Austin's girl, he might have made a sarcastic remark about her assessment. Instead, he simply shrugged,

"I've been told the sound of the ocean helps."

9mmshotglass October 3 2008, 23:50:33 UTC

"I never had much ocean, just the sound of cars," she said, closing her eyes. "On the really hot Los Angeles summer nights when there was nothing but heat and my air conditioner had died for the fifteenth time, I'd keep the windows open just enough to let the air in to get some sort of breeze and the sound of the cars would leak in. But then, so would be broken bottles and the mumbling drunks and the random fighting. Sometimes, when you're stuck in a loop and nothing else works, all you have is a bar, a drink, a guy...or a girl, depending on preference, and some cheap motel bed to get you through the fucked up moment ( ... )

sgmitchell October 4 2008, 08:48:37 UTC

He'd never been a...whatever it sounded like she was, and hostage situations had mostly stayed benign...as far as hostage situations went. But he could identify on some level. Dead innocents thanks to a rash decision? Yeah, he was pretty good at that one.

He didn't comment on it, though, he just glanced over at her. "Are you suggesting I pick up pool?"

9mmshotglass October 4 2008, 12:23:40 UTC

"Whatever you wanna call it," she murmured absently, watching the water drip and pool. "Something uncomplicated. No strings." She stretched her fingers out to catch a drop, and let it roll down her finger and into her palm before letting it fall.

"Medicine for frustration is always some form of release," Reese said, voice quiet. "Depends on what or who you pick to find the release. And if you can let yourself drown that frustration. Some people can't."

sgmitchell October 4 2008, 12:39:11 UTC

He considered the woman with a skeptical frown. He was already doing almost everything there was to do on the island. Were it humanly possible to split up his time more, he would have joined the baseball team alongside the ITF, IPD, and Football.

"There's not exactly a surplus of activities to burn time with, Reese." If he knew her better, he might be suspicious of the words 'uncomplicated' and 'no strings'. As it was, they fit well enough with the concept of a vague hobby off in the blue yonder.

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