Derek Morgan was not a morning person in the slightest. However, he couldn't sleep. He eventually made his way to what his newly acquired residence after viewing what was his and Deb's existence on DVD. Not every episode. It was more difficult than he had imagined to watch pieces of his life and the team. Painful to watch what was supposedly the experience his boss had gone through at the hands of The Boston Reaper. As some kind of morbid distraction, he changed DVDs and watched what he unfortunately realized too late that he should not have attempted.
...Debra Morgan was related to a serial killer.
The brother she spoke fondly of was a goddamn serial killer. Even if his targets were the scum of the earth, it wasn't something for the man to decide. Too much room for error. The code made no sense. A cop fine tuned the kills of a mass murderer. Who comes up with this shit? Derek grew tense and furious the more he watched. It didn't help matters that Deb was not only oblivious of what her brother was up to, but she seemed to sleep with
( ... )
When Martha heard the voice, she quickly turned towards it. She recognized the face as soon as she'd seen it of course, how could she not? They'd never really talked, but Martha Jones wasn't the sort of person who forgot a face, especially when the face was someone whom she'd seen mostly every day up until he'd been possessed and had tried to rape her
( ... )
"Yeah. That's where this snazzy uniform came from. After everything that's happened, if you can't beat him, join him ...until you can get close enough to wring his neck," Derek replied with bitterness thick in his voice. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his pants. The standard grade law enforcement shades may have disguised the tiredness and hurt in his eyes but it remained on his face and how his shoulders slumped.
Martha may have never known the playful, smiling Derek. She was attacked by a possessed man. One he couldn't stand to think about or remember even for the briefest second. It made him physically sick to think he could violate anyone, knowing experienced that himself. Even without the experience, it was in his nature to protect others.
All of it was what had made facing Martha so difficult. Yet there she was, graciously smiling back at him. He wondered how much she might know about him aside from their 'moment'. Maybe it was just the uniform that made her feel safe. Or just safer. He unconsciously slipped his
( ... )
"So you're a police man then? Well, there are definitely worst things to be." Martha grinned at that, because it made sense. Despite the fact that she didn't know that he was an agent in his real life, the doctor had pegged him for being a copper. She was firmly expecting that when she found her home, she'd find a doctor's coat--Martha was going to have a rather rude awakening
( ... )
There she was again! Martha Jones! Hardison was sure of it. With all the commotion that West had created, the geek had not been able to greet his beloved icons -Martha Jones and Captain James T. Kirk! People were vanishing left and right. Alec was with Nate and Sophie but there was no sign of Parker. While it wasn't everyday that he saw the Captain and Martha Jones, he couldn't lose sight of his usually wayward friend
( ... )
The town had seemed eerily quiet. At the risk of being cliche, she had definitely thought that it was 'too quiet.' It seemed like everything had stopped with West's arrival and that some of the people had simply disappeared for a while. Perhaps that was why she was so surprised when she heard someone calling out her name with excitement
( ... )
"Alec Hardison," he immediately answered, instantly extending his right hand after fumbling the items he held into his left. In addition to being a geek, he was a dork. Hardison was so excited that he bounced lightly in place at her confirmation. "Wow, Martha Jones! Thee Martha Jones. Doctor Martha Jones. I'm a huge fan. You don't even know! In Last of the Time Lords, that speech you gave about the Doctor. How you got the world together and basically saved it? I mean, Rose was cute, Donna was hysterical, but you? You and the tenth--really just you, are fantastic! Martha Jones!"
Ok. Maybe he was as big a dork as he was a geek, fangirling over her. She might never get her hand back. He would probably never wash his. Hardison lost the bit of worry that had invaded his features at not being able to find Parker and beamed at Martha.
"Nice to meet you, Alec Hardison." Martha quickly said in response, and she reached out to take his hand when he offered it. She smiled at him quickly, and then she looked a little overwhelmed, but in a good way when he spoke about her in that sort of manner. By the end she just laughed, and was more than a little reminded of when her dorky self actually met Severus Snape or Captain Kirk for the first time. However, when he mentioned The Last of the Timelords, she looked down to the DVD in her hand. Well, of course, it made sense that was how he knew her. (She only had a moment to ponder, once again, how bad the writer had titled the episodes.
The mention of Rose, and Donna made her grin, and then she didn't know what to say for a moment. "It's alright, love, I'm just Martha. Really. And it's lovely to meet you."
The boarding house was gone--he only knew that because he'd gone to steal food. And the key in his hand didn't fit the house in which he had been squatting, and which was now locked. He could break in, he supposed. But there was only so much a curious man could do, in an abandoned rural town, and Erik had, perhaps, been strengthened by his experience with Cordelia. However harrowing some of it had been.
Martha Jones, he thought, should not be made to see him like this. But he was curious about her, about why she, too, had a key in her hand. He managed to find a way around her, so that when he spoke, it was from around a corner.
When she heard someone call her name, Martha was no longer surprised. She turned toward the sound of the voice, because it was incredibly familiar. She only knew of one frenchman in town, and even more, she knew his voice. There was a grin on her face, because she had quite liked Erik when they'd ended up together in the tent during the first time that the boarding house had disappeared.
When she spoke, it was soft, but warm; at least her French was better than her German was. "Bon après-midi, Monsieur Erik. How are you today? I hope you're well."
The casual tone of her conversation confused him, as if she were out for a stroll in her own neighborhood, and not stuck in a strange place talking to someone behind a wall. Erik did not think she was stupid, per se, but other explanations escaped him.
"I am as well as can be expected," he said. "But is not your housing vanished, as well?"
Martha was looking for her new home, and she was tired and upset and she was doing her best not to be angry and upset about this. It wouldn't do her any good to be upset with him when he hadn't done anything.
"Yeah, the boarding house is gone, and we've got keys for new homes. Have you got one as well?"
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Derek Morgan was not a morning person in the slightest. However, he couldn't sleep. He eventually made his way to what his newly acquired residence after viewing what was his and Deb's existence on DVD. Not every episode. It was more difficult than he had imagined to watch pieces of his life and the team. Painful to watch what was supposedly the experience his boss had gone through at the hands of The Boston Reaper. As some kind of morbid distraction, he changed DVDs and watched what he unfortunately realized too late that he should not have attempted.
...Debra Morgan was related to a serial killer.
The brother she spoke fondly of was a goddamn serial killer. Even if his targets were the scum of the earth, it wasn't something for the man to decide. Too much room for error. The code made no sense. A cop fine tuned the kills of a mass murderer. Who comes up with this shit? Derek grew tense and furious the more he watched. It didn't help matters that Deb was not only oblivious of what her brother was up to, but she seemed to sleep with ( ... )
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Martha may have never known the playful, smiling Derek. She was attacked by a possessed man. One he couldn't stand to think about or remember even for the briefest second. It made him physically sick to think he could violate anyone, knowing experienced that himself. Even without the experience, it was in his nature to protect others.
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Ok. Maybe he was as big a dork as he was a geek, fangirling over her. She might never get her hand back. He would probably never wash his. Hardison lost the bit of worry that had invaded his features at not being able to find Parker and beamed at Martha.
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The mention of Rose, and Donna made her grin, and then she didn't know what to say for a moment. "It's alright, love, I'm just Martha. Really. And it's lovely to meet you."
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The boarding house was gone--he only knew that because he'd gone to steal food. And the key in his hand didn't fit the house in which he had been squatting, and which was now locked. He could break in, he supposed. But there was only so much a curious man could do, in an abandoned rural town, and Erik had, perhaps, been strengthened by his experience with Cordelia. However harrowing some of it had been.
Martha Jones, he thought, should not be made to see him like this. But he was curious about her, about why she, too, had a key in her hand. He managed to find a way around her, so that when he spoke, it was from around a corner.
"Mademoiselle Jones?" he murmured.
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When she spoke, it was soft, but warm; at least her French was better than her German was. "Bon après-midi, Monsieur Erik. How are you today? I hope you're well."
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"I am as well as can be expected," he said. "But is not your housing vanished, as well?"
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"Yeah, the boarding house is gone, and we've got keys for new homes. Have you got one as well?"
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