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[sgmitchell]

The longer he spent on the island, the faster time seemed to slip by. Perhaps he was getting better at devoting himself to little things, filling up his days with work. Patrolling for the IPD--both with a partner and without--training exercises with the ITF he'd long memorized, and six nights of any week spent monitoring the Catscratch Club.

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[blissimmunity]

Joshua has been staying in someone's old hut. A man named Radek so he's been told. The main point is that it's close to Dr. Lam--Carolyn and her coffee. He can't say that he's acquired the taste yet, but her brew is certainly better than what he's had. They've become friends which definitely had a lot to do with her being the first one he met and her uncanny resemblance to Dr. Pearlman.

He's not the nosy type at all, but it's obvious there's something unusual happening in the hut. At least if the non-sequiturs he's been hearing are any sign. The doors are open, but he knocks any way. When no one answers, he dares to venture inside toward the source of the voices.

After a brief moment of observation in which he takes in the room and its inhabitants, both living and not so living, he announces his presence to his new neighbor.

"Sorry to intrude on you," he starts in his usual quiet way. "I knocked, but no one answered. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Of all the days for notif fail.

[sgmitchell]

He couldn't say if the hologram had repeated, or how many times it repeated, when he heard another voice. He hadn't even bothered to make his way across the room to investigate the controls. To change it. To shut off its immaterial taunting.

The notion hadn't quite made it through the hair bundled just-so. The tan she'd never gained on base. The image of the child--Sam, the image called her, exactly what she'd have been--he'd never had. The sudden shift of sound and the unfamiliar voice might've made a lesser man--or a less well-absorbed man--startle.

He merely spun on his heel, hand reaching (pointlessly, the island considered) for his sidearm. The man was...vaguely familiar. Perhaps he'd passed him in New Atlantis a few times. Not familiar enough to justify being in his hut though.

Cam frowned. "What makes you think I wouldn't be?"

Indeed.

[blissimmunity]

Joshua doesn't make any movement when the other man spins and reaches for a weapon. He knows he's intruding.

At the question, he gives a shrug. "I don't know you." That's the simple answer, but not the only reason he's bothered to make a visit. "I didn't think it would hurt to check. I can hear that next door."

He waits a moment to let everything sink in, give the other man a chance to come to a decision about his weapon before introducing himself. "I'm Joshua." He offers his hand. It's more a human custom than V, but after all, he is human now.

[sgmitchell]

He still frowned, even after the explanation, but he did relax his stance. The man was no threat to him, and if he turned out to be after all, Cam would be able to deal with it.

He gave a minute gesture to indicate the man should take a few steps further from the unfinished nursery, so that he could shut the door. "Cam Mitchell."

[notdrfrasier]

Carolyn had given Mitchell the space he obviously desired from her. She had no idea why he'd want it, or what she'd done to make him feel that way. She hadn't obsessed over it though, she'd just gotten on with her new life on the island, she just remembered to keep a respectful distance from him.

She figured though that after being on the island for close to four months that whatever it was that was bothering him would have surely faded by then. Deciding that meant going over to his hut and offering a truce of sorts - well maybe just a truce for him as she had no problem with him. She figured a cup of coffee was good. They could possibly even talk over the cup of coffee.

Sounded like a plan for her.

That was until she found herself staring at a hologram image of herself holding a child. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and for some reason she just couldn't get her brain to work. "What is that?" she demanded, her voice barely more than a whisper.

[sgmitchell]

The voice was different, even though it was the same. A different tone. Different gravity. Different woman, really.

He spun around toward her, and moved to shield her view somewhat of the hologram. He hadn't yet made his way over to figure out the controls. Or whether it could be shut off.

"It's...an island trick."

[notdrfrasier]

Her gaze shifted from the hologram to Mitchell and she shook her head. She really didn't know if she should trust him or not - it was obvious he wasn't telling her the whole truth. Part of it maybe, but the way he'd paused, it didn't make sense. The room he was blocking... From the glimpse of it, it didn't appear to be a room she'd picture him spending much time in.

Then again, what did she know about him anymore?

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling onto the cups she was still holding in her hands. Suddenly she felt like this had all been a bad idea. She was beginning to think that she hadn't been doing this to make things right between her and Mitchell, but maybe it was just to make herself feel better.

She turned and set the coffee cups off to the side, her eyebrows still drawn together as she tried to make sense of everything. Turning back to face him, she shook her head and her ponytail swayed softly with the movement. "What is that, Colonel." she repeated, though this time it wasn't a question, it was more of a demand.