(Much as everything else that involves Malcolm.. Warning be heeded for inappropriate content. Adult readers only, NSFW.

Also, a thank you to Ada for her consistently putting up with Malcolm's crap enough for this SL. All the love ♥)

I'd Like To File A Grievance....



It was yesterday he'd learned of Mama Wong's death. He'd shown up to visit, just to get informed by the receptionist of her passing. He'd held it together, gave his condolences, then left. He hadn't expect it to hit him as hard as it had. He wasn't sure what hit him harder, honestly. The news itself, or how he felt about it. It had taken all of five minutes for his thoughts to be redirected to Ada. She'd seemed completely fine - if not more deeply involved with her work - that day. He knew there was no way she didn't know, so... that was something else to wrap his head around.

He'd driven from the home and dropped by her apartment. Considering everything, he knew how much her mother meant to her now. Why she'd done what she'd done, how hard she'd worked. Her entire life seemed to revolve around taking care of that woman - and now she was gone. Concern was hidden behind that steeled expression as he'd shown up, and discovered she wasn't there either. He left.

It was on the drive back to his hotel that he drove past the office... just to discover her there instead. "...You've gotta be kidding me," he murmured, glancing to the clock that read almost 8 o'clock at night. The office had supposedly closed at least two hours before. Sighing, he cut the wheel to drive into the parking lot into his claimed space before cutting the engine. He was still dressed in his work suit and he climbed out of the McLaren to head back into the office for the second time today. Pocketing his keys, he pulled at the door just to find it locked. He looked through the glass to the woman behind the desk, raising his brows as he rapped his knuckles against it instead of going through the process of unlocking that damn door.




The lights were off, but her face was illuminated by the monitor as she typed away. She hadn't just been working, though. She'd been planning the funeral, since nobody else could really do it. It was easier to do it behind her desk, mostly because it felt like an ordinary day's work, then. She didn't have to face what was going on. Just another thing to schedule, another thing to plan. She was good at that. Ada took in a deep breath and rubbed at her eyes a moment, before the rapping of knuckles had her looking up. She squinted through the darkness, and finally stood up, moving to the door and unlocking it. It was opened an inch, with her foot in front of it while a brown eye peeked out.

Visibly relaxing, she opened the door the rest of the way. "Malcolm...what are you doing here?"




He'd struck up a lean against the other door in his wait for her to open it, and it was evergreen on brown eyes when she peeked through the door. His head tilted, one brow sweeping high in a you gonna let me in? sort of way. When she took notice it was him and opened it, he shrugged out of his lean and slipped through the doorway with a squinted look around at the dark room other than the computer monitor. "I could ask you the same thing," he slid those eyes to her, heading toward her desk to switch on the small lamp so they weren't just standing there in the dark. "You know, if you wanted overtime, you could've just asked.." He snickered, but those eyes kept shifting to her like she was a book he was trying to read - however, Ada had always been written in cryptic symbols and in... every language he didn't know. It was probably one of the most annoying things about her.



Swiping a mess of brown from her eyes, she shrugged lightly. "I was going through our computer files, and I noticed that the Barringer file was in the completely wrong folder, and I had no clue how I missed that.. So I decided to stay over a bit so that I could go and check every file in every folder we had and make sure they were in the right spot..and I did, and they were...but then I found a typo in the last file name, so then I thought... What if there's a typo in one of these documents? So naturally, I've been proofreading, and I haven't found any yet...but I think I'm onto something. Want a coffee?"



At her desk, he turned without looking at the computer. Mostly because the amount of tabs, files, documents, and windows she often had open at the same time gave him a headache or made him go cross-eyed. He couldn't quite multi-task like she could, and he was at a loss of how her system worked. He turned, leaning and sitting on the edge of her desk as he crossed his arms over his chest. He tried to listen, he really did... but after a moment, he wasn't really listening. He didn't go as far to zone out, but the words didn't have as much meaning as girl, chill the fuck out and breath! in his head. He finally blinked, and shook his head slightly before he smiled. "Coffee... sounds like a great idea, darlin'. Though... either you desperately need some yourself, or you need significantly less," he snickered, then eyed her in a way that she'd probably know what he was going to ask next. "You eat tonight, Ada?" He couldn't give her too much shit for it... how many times had he missed a meal or two before she reminded him? They could both be accused of being workaholics, just like they'd both decline any hint of rehab for it.



At least Jack knew how to play... Ada never did. One of these days she was just going to disappear on a beer and cocaine bender and he'd have to hunt her down. Okay, off to rehab with you... "Oh, good. I'll make some... Can we just go with me needing some myself?" she scrunched her face. She went over to the coffee machine and set his mug beneath it, pressing brew after putting in his favored coffee. "I had a granola bar..." Ada couldn't lie. Unless it was about her feelings for him. "...three hours ago..."


He didn't stop her as she made him a cup. He might not be able to read her, her thoughts, or her feelings... but he understood how she worked, at least the parts that reminded him of himself. She was the type to consume herself in her work instead of facing life outside the office. She was a bottler, a feeling-swallower. She'd bury herself in paperwork before riding the feels train. So while she made him a cup of coffee, he stayed put at her desk with his arms crossed. "Right, just like I'm sure you're well rested and not at all in need of sleep," he smirked in that obnoxiously knowing way. His nose crinkled when she relayed her idea of dinner. "A granola bar isn't dinner, it's a Pick Me Up snack so your blood sugar don't get too low," he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm hungry, you hungry? We should order take out," he lifted his chin, glancing to the clock.



They had one of those fancy ass quick-brew machines. When his coffee was ready, she started her own and then worked on getting his fixed up. She turned to hand it off to him, and perked a brow. "Yeah, okay..." squiiiint. "You alright? Did you forget something in the office or something? If something needs done I can do it...you don't gotta hang around here all night." Her lips thinned out before she swallowed hard and turned back to her own coffee. "What do you want to eat?"



He loved that coffee maker, man. Cup of coffee brewed in twenty seconds? Who couldn't love that?! Best money he'd spent in this office for sure. He reached when she held out his cup and he took it from her. "Thanks, darlin'." He took a sip that had his eyes closing with a pleased grunt. She was the beverage guru! She always knew how just to make it for him. Alcoholic or not! He called her out on being here... but she had a reason. A good one. He... well, he was working on that. He cleared his throat and shrugged, shaking his head. "No, I didn't forget anything. Just... saw the light on," he jerked his thumb to the computer. "Wanted to make sure we weren't getting robbed... saw it was you," he nodded slowly, clicking his tongue before he shifted his eyes to her back, narrowing them briefly. She told him he didn't have to stay, but he didn't move from where he was sitting on her desk. "Hm. Could go for some chinese take out," he admitted. "What about you?" He squinted. "Or Thai...? What sounds good to you, Caramel?" Douchebag jar...



As if he didn't always have coffee ready for him! Don't get her wrong, she loved that machine, but he never used it. When he did, he always complained that his coffee was wrong and she'd just have to remake it for him... "You were...driving by the office, and noticed the computer was on...and you thought a robber was in here....browsing the web...?" He was quick to change the subject, though. "Thai sounds goo---did you just call me Caramel?"

Mal's brow lifted slowly when she put aside her coffee and... wait, what? His eyes ticked to her fingers unbuttoning her shirt, his head tilting just slightly with a squint. He snickered when she told him she hated him. "We don't have a pole?..." He lifted his hands in his shrug. At the most, he was expecting a sassy little hair flip. Maybe the hair spinning thing that got it all messy and shit. Maybe the ever hilarious heck you afterwards. Honestly, he was half-expecting just the heck you and being told no. What he got instead... had him floored. Those evergreen eyes were slightly wider than usual as he watched her do the hair flip, but might've looked like she'd broken his whole world when she got to him. The hand on his shoulders had the muscle tensing beneath just barely noticeably, the thumb at his cheek had him blinking slowly, and he had to force himself not to nip at it when it came to his mouth. Just when he thought she was done, and he'd just parted his lips to comment, they stayed that way when she hit him with the splits. He might've stared for a moment longer than necessary, his head tilted until he realized she'd asked him a question. "Hm?" His brows ticked before he blinked and cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, that was... impressive...and unexpected," he admitted, just to raise his mug to his lips for a heavy swallow of hot coffee and had to force his eyes from her. "And backfired like a sonuvabitch," he muttered under his breath.



Working those long legs beneath her, she rose to stand. "Yeah, well..you know the deal, no more talking about it. Ever." A stern glare as she worked on fixing her hair into a ponytail band. Her eyes ticked toward him, face red before he muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" Brow soared as she worked herself back into her shirt.



He took a subtle step back as she worked herself up, because he wasn't lying. That had totally backfired on him. In his defense he didn't expect her to actually do it. Let alone... do a mini routine. He noticed the redness of color on her tanned skin and forced his lips to stay put and not smirk. "Alright, fine. No more talking about it." He may have gotten more than he'd bargained for. Though she asked what he'd said, and he shook his head, brows furrowed as he cleared his throat. "Nothin', didn't say nothin'," he muttered, taking a quick sip of his coffee and seemed all too quick to change the subject. "So what about that Thai food?"




The look she gave him was skeptical, soooo skeptical. He changed the subject, and she stared him down for a moment. "Yeah, I'll order you some.." peeer. The last button was in place and she moved back to her computer. This time she brought up the browser and began ordering online at their favorite place, putting in for his usual.



It was valid to be skeptical, probably because he was lying through his pearly teeth. While she was peering soooo skeptically at him, he wasn't looking at her. In fact, he was looking everywhere but. It was little bit of guilty mixed with a lot of where am I? on his face, but he was trying to pull off aloof. It was rather difficult when his thoughts were nowhere near aloof, though. "Great.. great.. I'm just gonna do something... I forgot to sign a paper in my office... I'll be right back," he muttered, turning on the heels of his shiny leather shoes before he walked directly for his office door.



She didn't buy it! She didn't buy it even a little bit! Still, she typed away on the computer. "Yeah, alright..." Barely listening at this point as she typed his credit card numbers--which she had memorized--into the computer. She glanced at the door before pushing up from the desk and moving over it. She pushed her way inside, "Hey, did you want to try that Godzilla sushi you talked about last ti--"



He was spanking the monkey! Okay, no. He wasn't. But... he was taking precautions. He always kept spare clothes at his office... for... reasons. And slacks were just a little too...showy.. in case things south went north, if ya know what I mean. His suit jacket was tossed over his desk, shirt unbuttoned. His tie was loose and hung low over his chest. He'd taken off his slacks and draped them over the arm of his office chair. He'd also chosen a bad day to go commando when Ada came barging into his office without knocking in the midst of him reaching for a pair of jeans. His head turned toward the door and he straightened with the jeans in hand... yet his head tilted when she mentioned Godzilla sushi. "That does actually sound pretty good..." He admitted. There was no question Malcolm wasn't a shy man. And he probably could've covered himself, were it not for the idea of Godzilla sushi and he was positive she'd seen him balls deep in women before... At least there's not a woman bent over my desk this time...



It was true, she had seen him commando before..but she'd never actually seen his dick without a vagina attached to it. Don't...! Too late. "Penis! Boss' penis! Thaaaat's a penis! Pierced penis!" she began backing out of the office. "Godzilla...penis!" she was trying to say sushi. The door closed, "I'll add that to the order...penis!"



When he looked at her and she had that damn look on her face that he knew damn well it was coming. His lips pressed to a thin line to keep himself from laughing, and he raised his brows as he glanced down to his dick. "Mhm... it's - yeah - Ada," he sighed, almost facepalming himself. "Yes, it's pierc- ... it's -" His brows soared and he took a better look down as his head tilted some. "Well, I wouldn't call it that big but.." Nevermind the half-cocked smirk on his face before he looked up to the door closing. His arms came out in a wide sweep. "It's just a penis, Wong! I don't buy that nun gimmick after what I just saw- goddammit," he breathed the last word, squeezing his eyes shut as he betrayed himself and groaned. "Gonna hafta tuck the fuckin' thing in my waistband," he grumbled, giving a frustrating shove of his leg through the jeans pant leg.



Ada wasn't a nun...she did that sort of thing when she got excited! Damn! Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she sat there with her back pressed against his office door for a long moment. "Now that's a penis..." she whispered, and then swallowed hard. Okay, Ada...get yourself together... Still leaning. Godzilla sushi, then finish your filing...



It didn't seem excited, it seemed like she was having a borderline panic attack! Misleading! He was still shaking his head as he buttoned up his jeans, and adjusted himself a couple times to get comfortable. He'd taken off his tie and peeled off his unbuttoned shirt before his brows furrowed. His tee shirt hadn't been in the drawer with his pants, and he scratched his head. When all else failed - ask Ada. She always seemed to know where his shit was. He walked around the desk and to the door, gripping the handle and jerking the door open quickly. "Hey, you know where my shirts are?"



When he jerked the door open, her weight made it all the more quick, but not painless. She fell backwards and twisted her body so that she'd hit her side instead of her butt, catching herself on one hand. "Nn..." she crawled along the floor for her glasses, which were right at his feet. "Yeah, they're uh..." positioning herself onto her knees right in front of him. "Oh..." Red faced, she looked away. "...the cleaning lady put them in your desk drawer, I meant to move them..."



"Oh, shit," he hadn't expected her to be right there at the fucking door. So when the door came back faster than he expected, he took a step back before he got smacked with it but didn't have enough reaction time to catch her. His hand had come out but she'd already gone down. "You okay? What were you..." He paused, mostly because - one, her glasses were right there and she was clearly looking for them. Two, she was crawling around... then on her knees in front of him. He almost bit his bottom lip before he caught himself and shook his head when she got red faced and spoke again. "Right, I looked but must've missed 'em," he muttered, bending down to pick up her glasses by one of the arms, he rose some but was still hunched from the height difference. "Drop somethin'? Here," he held out his other hand to try to offer a hand up. Please get out of the Blow position before you see me pitch a fuckin' tent.


The movement in front of her face had her reaching out and groping for her glasses. She worked them onto her face and came out of that squint. Now she had a clear image of exactly what was going on. "Oh...dear..." she muttered. Why are you doing this to me...? She asked whatever god she looked up to. "Oh, uh...thanks," she cleared her throat and grabbed his hand. Working herself onto her feet, she felt her heel snap to the side and she fell forwards against him. "Mmfh!"


That hand lowered when she managed to snag her glasses, the other stayed held out to her as she put them on. He bit back a snicker, but his sentiments were in the same place. You can say that again.... Though 'oh dear' seemed like an understatement. "Welcome, sorry about the... do..or..." He squinted as she took the hand that enclosed around hers, helping her up. "What were you doin--ngh," he grunted, having heard the snap a split second before he was being knocked into. The question cut off a second time, he took a stumbling step back from having not expected the impact. "Jesus," he hissed, his arm coming around her back to catch her as he found his balance again. "What'd I tell you? Those heels were on their way out... shoulda let me buy you those new ones we saw.." He muttered, shaking his head. Nevermind they were four inch heels, strappy and red that looked more appropriate for a red carpet event than work...

The girl squinted at him and puffed out her cheeks. Oh, she knew the look. She hated that look, and loved that look at the same time. "Malcolm..." a warning mumble of his name before he slapped the note onto her palm. It took only a second for her to crumple it up. "HECK OFF!"



He knew she hated the look, but didn't know about her loving it. His brows ticked in acknowledgement, the only movement on that stone expression as she gave him that warning. But it was when she crumpled the note and told him those two words that his stone expression crumbled into a split grin that both dimpled his cheeks and crinkled the edges of his eyes at the same time. His shoulders shook with his laughter like anytime she told him to heck off. Even in his laughter, his eyes lifted up to her and the look said he was up to something. His eyes lowered to the note pad as he wrote something - or more drew something. It was quick and sloppy, probably looking more like a mushroom than what it was supposed to be before he peeled it off the pad and... stuck it to his forehead.

The note read no words, but had a penis - and according to the little piercing on it, it was his... but the point of the joke still stood. "C'mon, what am I?" His arms came out, palms up as his head turned some.



Those eyes narrowed as he continued and she looked ready to pounce. When he mushroom-stamped himself she scrunched her nose. "I'm not saying it, but that's exactly right! Now give me the heckin' pads!" she reached to grab it, stumbling forwards. She knocked into him and they'd probably both end up going backwards in the chair.



He boasted a laugh when she got it, and he was grinning when she agreed. "So I've hea-... No!" His brows furrowed. "They're mine now," he pulled his arm back, stretching it so the pads were out of reach behind until the klutz was stumbling into him again. His eyes widened as he dropped the pen in his left hand and had started to reach to catch her. But it was too late. He managed to get his hand to her waist by the time she'd knocked into him and sent him back against the chair, the weight of them both had them going backwards indeed. "Shit!" There was really nothing he could do at that point, other than lift his head so he didn't smack it into the floor on the way down. By the end of the fall, he'd let out a loud grunt with his legs awkwardly slung over the legs and seat of the chair, his arm still up and was the mattress to Indian woman. "Ngh...if you wanted them that bad... you could've just said so.." He grunted, squeezing one eye shut.



"Malcolm!" she cried as they went down together. Her hand moved around the back of his head to lift it toward her and keep it from smacking the floor. Then her head met his chest again, tucking away as the impact was felt through him. Ada lifted up, after a moment. "Oh...you're fine, you big baby..." she said softly, smiling. Then she was leaning in for his lips.

Sushi Guy: Moment Killer! Knockknockknock! Hello! Happy Yum-Yum sushi!


The added cushion for his head was appreciated, though it was the sentiment behind it. When the impact was over and he had a moment to breathe, he snickered. "Call me a baby all you want, but you got the softer side of... the.." He blinked, seeing her coming in for his lips. A part of him screamed to Shut It Down the Jessica Day way, but... it was Malcolm, and that caramel beauty had teased the everloving fuck out of him with those stripper moves. His head had lifted some, and they were juuuuuuuuuust about make contact..... when the Sushi ruined everything. He stilled, got breath just all up on her lips as he sighed and let his head fall back, rolling to peer to the door less than ten feet away - and was clear glass. "Yeah.. be there in a minute!" He called to him before looking up at Ada. "We should... probably get that... Yum-Yum Sushi Man is the most persistent," he muttered.



Eyes danced between his, she lowered and then that voice called out. She sighed right back and patted his chest. "Yeah, probably..." she muttered and pushed off of him. "I got it you...clear off the desk," trying to hide that disappointment in her tone as she rose to her feet, danced over him and moved toward the door. She pulled some money from her wallet, paid the tip and took the food. Gotta love the timing.. she thought as she kicked the door closed with her foot and turned back toward Malcolm.



He did his best in his awkward position to help her up before his arms flopped momentarily on the ground. "Got it," he lifted one hand, giving the thumbs up as she wasn't the only one hiding his disappointment. Once she was off him and moving for the door, he took the opportunity of her back being turned to worm and kick his way off the chair. Which ended up with him flailing like an idiot before he got fed up with being stuck and used his strength to his advantage. His feet pushed off the edge of the chair and he did a backward roll, tucking his head as he rolled to hands and feet. Rising from a crouch, he rolled his neck to get any possible kinks out before going for the desk to start clearing it off, realizing a moment later he still had a dick on his forehead, he tore it off, crumpled it and tossed it in the trash can beside the desk. His hand rose to wave to the delivery man, his smile tight before he continued clearing it, glancing over to Ada when she was on her way back. Malcolm was usually smooth with women, but this.... was different. And completely unchartered territory for him.



It was uncharted territory for her, too. She hadn't so much thought of men in that way since... Well, since her mother had gotten sick. Then it was just work. Constant work... So now, she was trying to wrap her head around the fact that she'd just almost kissed a guy, her boss, and not bang her head on things. She set the bag on a clear spot on the desk. A moment of silence, and then.. "I'm sorry about that, I don't know what I was thinking, it was--it was stupid, and I'm stupid, and completely unprofessional, and you just smell so good, and I-I-I saw your penis and..." Cut her off, please!



It wasn't new for Malcolm to have inappropriate relations with his employees... but Ada? She was a completely different standard than the rest of them, admittedly. A woman he genuinely respected, and hadn't really spent any time thinking about in that way until... well, until tonight. Okay, fine, he might've had a few fantasies, but he was a man, dammit! Sitting in his office got boring sometimes! Daydreaming got him through the most tedious of paperwork! He'd piled most of the papers on a nearby chair and had collected the smaller things occupying the desk in another. At least until she started in and he turned his eyes to her. He sighed when she went in on stupidity and practically snorted at "unprofessional". Does she even know me? It was.. the mention of him smelling good that had him perking a brow and his head tilted with a touch of amusement when she... mentioned his dick. But it was definitely time to cut her off at the knees. He put his hands up, turning towards her. "Ada. Ada.. Ada." Both brows soared as he put his hands on her shoulders with that look on his face that said don't make me shake you, girl. "Calm down. First of all, I'm not... exactly professional. You've been there for a character witness in court for me," he reminded her with a snicker. "It's not your fault.." He puffed his cheeks out, removing his hands from her shoulders to rake his fingers through his hair. "Between the stripper talk.. and," he gestured to his office, or more, the awkwardness that had gone down in there. "I mean, it was kind of the beginning of a weird porno," he teased her, tipping his head. "Besides, you weren't the only one leaning in," he muttered, returning to clearing the desk before he lifted his chin to the bag. He was wrapping his head around the fact that he almost kissed Ada. First, he might've questioned her sanity, since she maybe knew him better than he knew himself... why?! Why would she even consider it?! Then... he questioned her sanity for another reason. Grief. He swallowed that wince. "Let's just eat and call Vegas on it."



"Vegas...right," she nodded, and bit back a look of disappointment. "Uh..." she looked at the food, and then back at him. "I'm not really hungry," she muttered and shook her head. "You're right, I've been working too hard," she grabbed her purse and jacket. "I should get some sleep, and you...enjoy. Maybe call a date and make a night of it.. I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you in the morning." Then she was starting toward the door like she couldn't get the HECK out of there fast enough. Practically running toward it on those bare feet. If he didn't stop her, she'd be going on out.



Did he really wanna call Vegas? No, not really... but he knew this was a dangerous game to play. Not only with Ada, but she was grieving. Even if she was hiding it well. His eyes ticked to her when she said she wasn't hungry and the things he was in the process of moving was slowly set down with a sigh. "Ada..." He muttered, but she continued on. He might've stopped her, part of him wanted to, but she mentioned actually going to bed. He eyed her skeptically then, like he didn't quite trust her to actually go to sleep and not sit up late on her phone still working. He made a face to the mention of a date and making a night of it. "Unlikely," he mumbled. He wasn't much in the mood of other company tonight. She was going for the door and he looked at her, his lips opening like he was going to say something before he redirected his words with a sigh. "Get some sleep, Ada.. I'll see you then," he muttered. He considered chasing her down and giving her a ride, but considering what just happened, he had a feeling they could both use a moment to themselves to think - or maybe not think. When she was out, he reached for the Sake and sat down in one of those office chairs, slumping and looking at the heated bottle of rice wine. "....Not strong enough," he muttered, making a face before he decided to crack it open anyways and poured himself a small cup.

Wong Move, Kent..


The funeral was small, but beautiful. She'd found it nearly impossible to get family in from India, which...was sad, though she didn't dwell on it. Her funeral was full of the people that her mother had spent her last days with. Malcolm had come, and Ada wasn't sure whether or not it was for her, or her mother...probably both. Either way, she was happy to have him, even if she didn't show it. It was when he got up to speak that he'd managed to surprise her. Her brow was furrowed, and unsure.. But he'd actually made her laugh, and managed to make her love him even more. ...she hated him for that.

By the end of it, she still managed to hold it together. People were leaving her apartment, and she was still keeping busy. Making sure there was food out, practically swatting guests from cleaning up after themselves so that she'd have something to do after. The last guest left, and then it was just them. She threw some plastic cups in a bag and sighed. She was wearing a black dress with a gray sweater over it, tights, and heels.



Malcolm had shown up, both to support Ada and because he genuinely had liked her mother and wanted to pay his respects. He was in a plain, non-flashy suit that well... fit a funeral. He'd offered to help Ada get her family in from India, but that was like trying to headbutt a brick wall. Just like when he offered to help pay for the funeral itself. Those that wanted to speak got up to the podium to say some kind words, to share some memories. When the director asked if there were any more speakers, Malcolm had stood and gotten up to the podium. He could almost feel Ada staring at him, and... probably wondered what the hell he was going to say. He couldn't blame her.

"Deepti Khatri was an incredible woman. And by incredible, I mean incredibly stubborn. It's absolutely no question where Ada gets it from... It's no question I'm not the hugging type. But telling her no was an impossible feat, and she had a way of making you not want to in the first place... .....We shared some interesting stories on my visits. And before anyone can ask, I promised Ms. Khatri that I wouldn't tell a soul. Crossed my heart and everything, so you're all out of luck. .... The point is, she was a great woman and I enjoyed the moments I got to spend with her. She'll be missed. "

He'd followed the small gathering to Ada's apartment, and spent some time circling the room to speak to the others and checked up on Ada. More than once, it was his hand that was slapped when he tried to pick up some of the mess. He surrendered and held up his hands, backing off. "Alright, alright. Fine. Can't do nothinggg." When the last guest had left, he'd stayed behind and picked up a couple unfinished cups to bring to the sink to dump 'em before he could throw them away. "Before you can tell me no, it's just two cups so deal with it," he looked over at her, raising a brow as he did just that. "...Make that three... four.." He muttered, finding a couple more empty cups on the sink.



Yeah, she'd slapped his hand. Well more than once! When he worked on cleaning up, she gave him a look which only seemed to grow in annoyance when the cup count went higher. "Uh huh..." She didn't seem to stop him, though. "...Thanks..." Ada mumbled softly. "Not just for being here, but.. For what you said," she swallowed hard. "Mom would've liked that," Ada smiled and took in a breath. "She had a really big crush on you," another cup was thrown away. By crush on you she meant, Malcolm was the only white man she would've ever approved of as a son in law.



"Five... last one. Mhn..... six," he muttered, flicking another cup into the trash regardless of the annoyed look he got. He lifted one shoulder when she thanked them, and he assumed it was for showing up until she corrected his thoughts. "You don't gotta thank me for that," he muttered, shaking his head as he tossed a crumpled napkin in the trash. He raised a brow when he was informed of her mother's crush, though, his eyes sliding over to her. "She never mentioned that during my visits," he chuckled before he stepped away from the sink and made his way over to her. He didn't know the underlying meaning of crush on you. "Ada, you need to take a breather," he told her, reaching to try to still her hand. "You've been running yourself into the ground with all this, just... let me clean this up, sit down.." He looked at her. When was the last time she'd slept?

Hey! She took naps! ...they were fifteen minute naps at her desk, and most of the time they were unwilling...but still! "I want to, so...thanks." Ada gave him that look to tell him not to protest. Then smirked lightly, "Oh, your name came up every visit since she'd met you... She loved you." When he reached out, she looked up at him and her lips thinned out in an almost-protest. Except, instead of it, she slowly nodded. "Alright, alright..." she muttered and moved to the couch, sitting down on the edge of it.



"Alright, you're welcome," he dipped his head with the emphasis, smirking at that stubbornness he'd pointed out in the funeral. That brow lifted high when he was told that, but his expression was a little more distant to the last part. "She didn't mention you two talking about me," he pointed out, cutting her a sly look. "Though she did talk about you quite a bit when I was there," he smirked. "Made me promise not to let you overwork yourself," he squinted at her. She might've said on my behalf, but he let that part out of there... Because technically... it was.. He eyed her like he was preparing to fight her over it, or put up a good presentation like it was a business meeting. But she gave in quicker than he expected. He lifted his chin, brows ticking with mild surprise and he nodded. "Good..." He took the bag from her, picking up where Ada left off with a smirk. "The Khatri women... only two that didn't abuse the power of the suplex to keep my ass in line," he muttered, chuckling to himself with a shake of his head.



Was he actually acknowledging her last name? Could he do that?! "Yeah, that...doesn't surprise me," she said in a defeated tone. Despite her giving in right away, it did take some work to pry the bag from her fingers. "You know work is like eating to me, right?" she puffed out her cheeks. The girl pulled off her sweater and tried to relax, drumming her fingers on her knees, watching him. "Did you mean... Wong women?" Can't do it. Gonna relapse... Then she went for the tablet.



He could, on super rare occasions. This was one of those times. He managed to pry that damn bag from her fingers, at least. "Well, I think we should put you on a Work Diet," he scoffed. "...I saw you organizing your Junk Emails," he narrowed his eyes at her, like she had a problem. She was a friggin' workaholic! While she relaxed - or seemed to - he picked up the rest of the empties and discarded napkins and plates to toss in the bag. His wide smile cracked those steel features when she pointed out the name. He lowered the bag and turned to look at her, his head tilting with that sly dimpled grin. "Are you accepting that you're Ada Wong? After all these years? I knew it was only a matter of ti-" He started, having just let out a sigh until he pointed at her with a stern expression. "What're you doing? I said relax, that's not relaxing. ...Put. The tablet... down." If she can confiscate his tape and sticky notes, he can confiscate the tablet.



"Work diet?...you calling me fat?" Ada was anything but. She wasn't sickeningly skinny, but she was thin. "They needed organized... I won't apologize for tidiness," she pursed those lips. "Yeah, yeah, Kent. I am..." she smirked, then widened those eyes up at him. Busted... "I'm not working... I'm playing Candy Crush..." ...she wasn't playing Candy Crush. She was checking her email.



He rolled his eyes lightly. "Why you always gotta ruin my good puns?" He muttered, and he might've sounded a little like George Lopez there for a second. "It's junk mail, Ada. Just delete them!" He laughed softly, just to grin until his eyes crinkled when she accepted the Wong name. "I need to mark this day on the calendar..." He was going to wear a Superman shirt under his suit one of these days, and tear it open the next time she called him Kent... He eyed her skeptically when she claimed to be playing Candy Crush, mostly because he didn't fucking believe her. He lowered the bag to the floor and took a step closer with that challenging look. "...Show me then... don't even think about touching that screen," he lifted his finger, smirking. Don't flip it over to Candy Crush, don't ****in' do it! "Just turn the tablet around..." Another small step taken toward her.

He could've. Buuuut he didn't. He'd save that for an inevitable argument from her. More relevant that way! Besides, she was the Filer! He smirked when told of his victory and lifted his chin SO PROUD... until she mentioned her phone and ruined it. Those eyes narrowed and he gave an unimpressive growl to her considering he was hooman. "Don't even think about it! You're-" He'd tried to grab her, but she was off him and his stretching reach only had him rolling off the couch. "Ngh...." That didn't stop him from springing up and rushing after her, though.



She groaned when he tried to stop her. "I'mma work soooo hard!" she scrambled into the kitchen and looked around for a moment. It wasn't there! "Betrayal!" she cried and began looking around.



"No working! It's forbidden!" He cried after her, scrambling himself considering his balance was off-set by the almost-faceplant he'd had off the couch. He whirled around that corner into the kitchen, seeing her searching. "Ha! No ****in' working for you!" He mocked, just to catch a glimpse of it beneath some napkins on the counter. His eyes ticked to her, then the phone and he rushed for it, snatching it up and holding in the air. "Shut down!"



When he burst into the kitchen, she began looking around like it was the last egg in a high stakes Easter egg hunt. But alas, the bunny gods weren't smiling upon her. Except Malcolm was... well, stupid. She grinned when she realized what he wasn't holding and bolted from the kitchen. She practically dove onto that couch, snatching up that tablet and tapping away.



He was grinning like a fool... up until the moment she grinned and he realized just how badly he dun goofed. "Shit! No! NonoWongno!" He called after her, keeping the fucking phone in hand as he rushed after her on the other side. But she dove onto the couch, got it and was tapping like a damn maniac. He made it to the couch and held his hand out, breathing a little hard between the running in small places, almost faceplanting, and wrestling. "Gimme the tablet, Wong...." He squinted at her. "Surrender it..." Back to square one, he didn't even try for the hostage negotiation before he practically pounced her and tried to wrestle the damn device from her hands.



When he pounced, she looked back at him and those wide eyes grew in size. "Ohno!" she cried out, and ducked her head. "NEVER!" she cried and he began trying to pry it from her cold but alive fingers. She groaned and grunted, "Stahhhhp!" she flipped somewhere in the wrestling so that she was looking up at him. Her fingers were still stuck around the tablet as she pulled and tugged.



He'd landed on her, but his legs had knelt on either side of her so he didn't smoosheded her. "Ohyeahhhh!" He cried out.... like the koolaid man. Yes, he went there. "NEVER SAY NEVER!" He belted right back, and his expression was serious to the point of ridiculousness as he tried to pry it from those cold, living fingers. Why are they so coooold?! "No! I said no working, you're just being stubborn!" He spat. It was her worming around that had him lifting up as he tried to pull it out of her hands, practically straddling her at this point as he pulled upward. "Let it goooooooooooooooooooo," he groaned.



Those eyes squeezed shut and she chirped a light little laugh when he belted out like the kool aid man. They were cold because she was a lady, and all of her circulation went to her baby-making parts! God! She cried out, and struggled for a moment until he was tugging. Her torso lifted from the couch for a moment, then she let go. "Fine! Gosh!"



Baby-making parts were terrifying... they just sucked all the blood from women's bodies then spat it out once a month like a monster. Evil! It was an evil thing! His lips pressed together in the tugging then he grunted when she finally relinquished it. He sighed, putting both devices in one hand as he bent forward and caught himself with his palm to the couch, holding up the phone and tablet. "This is.... way too much work... to get you to stop working," he laughed, shaking his head before he stretched to put both on the floor, then slid them across the carpet as far from the couch as he could. "Success!" He gave a lazy fist pump in the air.



There were a lot of emotions in her at the moment, but most had to do with the fact that he made her laugh when she wanted to cry. "What? You're just gonna sit on me all night?" she asked, staring up at him. Ada stayed that way for a moment before she reached for his tie. If he didn't stop her, she'd be tugging him down and trying to press her lips against his.



He didn't know what to feel in the moment. He was focused on keeping her laughing instead of crying... As relieving as crying would be, he knew she could use the laughter more. "All night? No. Just until I can trust you not to go for those damn emails again," he narrowed his eyes on her, and seemed to be staying put until she grabbed his tie. He had a moment of confusion before his eyes met hers, a split second before he was tugged down. He grunted, lurching forward and lips were certainly met as he practically collapsed down on her. "Ngh.... nn.." His surprise was conflicted by the kiss, but the true conflict was in his head. We shouldn't be doing this - I shouldn't be doing this. We just went to her mother's funeral, for fucks sake! His lips parted slightly in the kiss, just to close again when he thought against slipping her the tongue. He pulled back some, his eyes ticking between hers as the break still offered the brushing of lips. This is so going to cost me a pretty penny in the Jar... Then, he'd be going back for another kiss.



Oh, she'd cry eventually. For now, she was just enjoying the distractions. When he collapsed down onto her, she released his tie and wrapped her arms around him with a little grunt. Eyes fell shut against the kiss, and when his lips parted, hers did too. Except he closed them, and then pulled back. Could Ada handle rejection right about now? She wasn't sure. She didn't make moves, man! She ignored whatever voices in her head that tried to reason with the moment. Your mother just died...he's a whore! Her eyes danced between his, and then he was leaning back in for another and her head leaned up some to deepen it as soon as it came on.

Resignation...



This time... he genuinely forgot something in his office. Pulling up in the McLaren, he killed the engine and climbed out of the car wearing black jeans and a grey hoodie with Nike's. His hair was still damp from a shower he'd taken at the hotel less than a half hour ago, and he walked up to the front doors, keys in hand as he muttered something under his breath about how cold it was - something about dick shriveling and the temperature being much like Jack Frost's nutsack. Shut up, he missed Barcelona weather! Reaching those glass double doors, he seemed to be too wrapped up in his own head to really expect anyone to be at the office. He reached up, unlocked the door and pulled it open before he slipped inside just to pause...........



.......when he saw that Ada was there. She had been packing some things from her desk into a cardboard box. There was a letter on the desk, that had been crumpled into her fist the moment he began unlocking the door. From there, she'd tossed it in the box as if it were just another piece from her desk. Ada looked left, looked right, and then actually went underneath her desk and hid there.



He stood in the doorway, his brows slowly furrowing as his brain tried to process what he was seeing. "Ada?..." It took him a moment to consider that she was packing up her fucking desk to quit on him, but that thought was might distracted by the eye contact made..... then her fucking trying to hide under her desk. His head tilted slowly as it shook and he started walking toward the next. "Did you really just hide.... Ada, I just fucking saw you," he snorted, and it almost seemed like it was denial as he got in front of her desk and looked into the box. "What's all this..." He frowned, head tilting to the crumpled paper that betrayed her. "And this?" She might hear the crinkling of that crumpled paper as he reached for it and picked it up, which seemed to be the most unusual thing, considering he'd never seen something of Ada's not being OCD-Tidy.



"Yeah...." Ada began to climb out from the desk, "I thought you might have..." she looked so defeated. Her cheeks were on fire, she hadn't wanted to face him. He began uncrumpling that note, and she reached out. "No, that's uh..not mine." So, she was bad under confrontation drunk, but it seemed to be even worse when she was sober. The note read:

Dear Malcolm,

Thank you for everything, but I don't see how we can keep a professional work environment now. I'll continue to work from home until I find a replacement.

Sincerely,
Ada.

Don't mind Ada, she's just....moonwalking toward the door.



"I might have?" He couldn't help but laugh a little at that and shake his head. "Right, you didn't just look at me like...." He trailed off as he'd uncrumpled the paper, his eyes reading the Dear Malcolm as he mumbled. "Uh uh..." He didn't believe the not mine bit. So she was terrible at confrontational lying. But he went silent as he read on, his expression hardening and growing blank. He stared at it a moment before lowering the paper to her desk. "So that's it?... You were just gonna leave me a note, pack up your desk and not even give me the benefit of a face to..." He'd turned his head to look at her, since he was the one who didn't have problems with confrontation, to call her out on quitting through a note. It was like dumping someone through a text message, man! Bullshit! But he didn't get too far in that confrontation when he spotted her moonwalk-escape attempt. His brows shot up as he pointed at her, turning to face her. "Ada! Don't you - you can't just moonwalk out of this!" Yougonnaleaveitliketha? While she was going backwards, he was walking after her. "Stop... don't you slide that damn foot back... or that o- that on-... guh!" She was probably the most frustrating woman he'd ever met - aside from his little sister.



As he read the note, she had began shaking her head. "You don't gotta read that it's just...taxes..." It was about then that she began her moonwalk trek toward the door. Heehee! She was pointing those big brown eyes anywhere but him as he began to call her out. Then busted her in the act and told her that she couldn't just moonwalk out of this. Really? Cause it looked like that was exactly what she was doing. He was walking after and barking at her, and she began to pick up speed, which just looked awkward. Then she got caught up on one foot and fell down to her butt.



"Taxes? Really? Reaaaaally?" She was a TERRIBLE liar. He read the note! Those weren't taxes! She was defiant as he tried to talk her out of moonwalking, just sliiiiiding those damn feet back. But then she tripped and fell on her butt, and he shook his head. "Moonwalking isn't meant for fast pace," he muttered, walking up to her and standing there a moment, he looked over his shoulder to the note on the desk then back to her. He held out his hand to her, that steel expression plastered on his face. "We gonna talk about this now?.... Or you gonna tell me to Beat It and grab your crotch?..." He raised a brow. Had she ever done that to him? The world will never know....

Unscheduled Meetings...




Millie hadn't wasted too much time after consoling Ada to seek out Malcolm. It had taken some time to calm Ada down and get her talking more, but she managed. She also managed to wait a full twenty-four hours before leaving out to go the man's hotel. Ada hadn't gone into full detail, but she automatically assumed that he did something wrong. You'd have to have grown up with the guy to understand.. She leaned on his hotel door after having knocked to see if he was in. Now she was playing the waiting game...and she had a lot longer than he.


Malcolm had been working more hours at the office lately, trying to keep his mind off the possibility - and reality - that he was most likely going to lose Ada. He'd gotten her to agree to take some time, she wanted to work from home. But it wasn't so much pessimism opposed to realism that had him believing she probably wasn't coming back. Still, there only so long he could sit there at the office before he eventually dragged himself out, locked up shop, and driven back to the hotel.

The bell that announced the elevator hit his floor went off before the metallic woosh of the doors opening, he pushed off from his lean on the back wall before walking out of it. Hanging a left toward his room, he paused at the sight of someone leaning on his door. His brows furrowed questionably before he sighed and continued walking toward his door. "Millie... probably the last place I'd expect you to be. Braving my hotel room?" He raised a brow, as if it was dangerous territory for her to venture to.



The vampiress had her arms crossed over her chest as she stood there waiting. It was when the bell went off that she turned her eyes to that direction. "Yeah, well.. I was kinda worried about you...and also kinda nosey," kicking out of that lean and twisting her body to face him. "I'm mostly surprised you don't have a girl on your arm, and it's not the middle of the night... I was prepared to wait a while," she admitted.



"Why the hell would you be worried about me?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Nosy... now, that's nothin' new," he smirked, crossing his own arms over his chest since she was in the way of him getting to his door anyways. He snickered, glancing down to his folded arms then at her as sarcasm oozed off his tongue. "Well, the night's still early, like you said.." He wrinkled his nose, tipping his chin to the door. "You gonna let me in? I could use a drink," he muttered before he twisted his own broad shoulders to try to get past her to the door knob.



"Can't a sister worry about her brother?" she asked and frowned as if offended. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sarcasm. "Yeah, I suppose so... You in a hurry?" she asked, "Or can I come in and chat?" lips pursed lightly as she stepped aside and lifted her chin. "Long day at the office? Ada's riding you hard, I guess..." Oh. Millie. Noooo.



"Usually... there a reason for you worry about this brother," he pointed out, snickering. "I've be worrying more about Micah..." He started, casting her a look. "Before his head explodes... he make any progress with Eva yet?" He raised a brow. Deflect, much? He stood by it though. "Not particularly, no.. I suppose you can come in and chat.." He eyed her suspiciously. "Should I be worried about you?" He pulled his key card from his pocket, keeping his eyes on her. "Don't need to knock Dae's teeth in, do I?" Those eyes briefly narrowed before he looked down at what he was doing, sliding the card in until the beep of it being unlocked was heard. A jerk of the handle and he was pushing the door open, though he paused when she mentioned Ada riding him hard. His expression turned to steel, unreadable, as he walked into the room. "Shut the door behind you," he muttered, heading inside as he worked on removing that suit jacket.



Yeah, she could spot that deflection from a mile away! She smelled the bullshit! "They're taking it slow," she muttered with a shrug. "He's not like you, he doesn't need to have sex.." she rolled those eyes. "Daemien is fine," she scoffed. Leave him out of it! She walked in after him, making full note that he dodged the question. "Just came by to chat, really...anything new? Any new developments?" she wasn't subtle.



"Turtle slow," he muttered, shaking his head. "Or just scared to take the plunge," he snickered. "All men have needs, Millie. It's only a matter of time, after all... he's a Fox," he teased her, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow. "Yeah, I'm sure he is..." A smirk, he turned back around and slid off the jacket, draping it over a stool before slipping into the small kitchen like area. No, she wasn't subtle. At all. And she wasn't the only one that could smell the bullshit in the room! He laughed under his breath, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and poured two glasses. "Don't have any blood in the fridge.. but I can order some blood wine from the hotel," he offered, pouring himself a glass before he looked at her. "So you just... came here, looking for an update?" His head tilted before he sighed, taking a sip of his liquor before putting it down and turned to face her. "You forgetting who you're talking to, Mill? 'Cause I haven't," his brows lifted. "We," he pointed between them. "Don't make social calls.. Not really. You're asking if there was any new developments? You're checking up on me 'cause you're worried about me?" He scoffed. "Something tells me you already know," he shook his head, reaching to pour her a glass of bourbon before picking up both glasses and started out of the kitchen, pausing in front of her to hold out the drink. That steel expression was there. "I'm fine." A lie, but he wasn't the one who deserved any sympathy, he knew that damn well.



"It's not a man thing to have needs, I also have needs..." she informed him, probably just to make him cringe. Millie was wearing a sweater and jeans, so there wasn't much to shrug out of. "I would make social calls if you made them," she muttered with an eye roll. But she didn't argue her innocence in the matter, instead she stepped inside. "Well that's good because Ada looks like you shot her puppy..." Millie muttered, taking the glass and sitting on the couch. "Don't worry about the blood wine, this'll be fine," she added.


"Yeah... that's what I said, Suplexer," he teased her, smirking as he took a sip of his drink. He rolled his eyes now long after she made that comment. "Moving on," he muttered. If they played the I'd do it if you did! game, they'd be there all night. His lips got thin when she mentioned Ada seeming like he shot her puppy. She went for the couch and he sat down on a stool close by the bar that broke the mainroom from the kitchen. The server's opening was reached through so he could grab the bottle and keep it close. "If you say so," he said about the drink before he sighed, looking over at her. "What do you want, Millie?" His brows rose. "You come here to tell me I was an idiot? Lay in on me in Ada's defense? Bring it on," he lifted his hand, curling his fingers toward his palm as he leaned back against the bar, waiting expectantly. Just get it ****in' over with, kid.



The glass was brought to her lips, and she took a sip before raising her eyebrows at him. He went on jumping the gun and she tilted her head, "That's not what I came over here for, Malcolm..." she muttered. "I don't even really know what's going on.. but when your assistant comes to me crying because she literally had nowhere else to go, it kinda makes it my problem..." she muttered. "What happened?"



Maybe a part of him was expecting to be seen as the bad guy no matter what, and a part of him felt the truth in it. "Then what.." He trailed off when she explained about Ada and he looked away, not seeming happy about it. Did she really feel like she had nowhere else to go?... He started to frown before he swiped his free hand over his face, going back to that steel expression when she asked what had happened. Sighing, he shook his head. "I was stupid," he muttered. He wouldn't look at her, but stared into that amber drink. "I guess it's a long story, too. But I'll just say the key points. Her mom died, I went to the funeral, I went back to her place for the wake, and stayed behind to help her clean up. She was vulnerable, upset. Things..." He shook his head. "The lines got blurred, and she kissed me." He sighed, "then I kissed her and..." He glanced at Millie, it was pretty obvious what happened, and he spared her those details. "The next day I stopped by the office, and she was there. Packing up her desk. She said things were different now, planned to work from home until she could find someone to replace her," he shrugged. "To sum it up," he muttered before taking another sip.

He looked even more confused as he stared at her. "Know... what?" No, he didn't. At all. But his sarcasm was quick as he scoffed and rolled his eyes, gesturing with his cigarette to her. "Yeah, 'cause this is going so great," he smirked, but it was forced. "And Micah?... Really? Call him about lady issues?" He gave her a look, tipping his head some before it shook. "Pass on both," he muttered, taking a drag of his cigarette. I'll drown in paperwork instead, thanks. He might've considered calling Millie at one point, but he didn't want to announce his Most Shameful Moment of 2017... or, possibly ever... to his little sister.



The girl put up her hand and shook her head, "Nothing, forget it," she said and rolled her eyes. "It's not really about the problem, dude... We're family, you're supposed to fucking take comfort in our goddamn presence," she glared before finishing off the cigarette and stamping it out.



"No," he raised a finger. "Remember, Millie. You came here. Now it's my turn. What the hell are you talking about?" He was giving her that bull-stubborn expression that said he wasn't budging, or dropping it. But he couldn't help the snort at what she said next. "Mm, yeah, I'm feelin' the comfort, darlin'," he nodded, swallowing more smoke before he stabbed it out in a tray on the nightstand. "Next time, bring a guitar. We'll sing Kumbaya and hold hands," he told her, walking to the bourbon left behind to pour more in his glass.



The girl stared him down, but ultimately she cracked before he did. A part of her believed Malcolm wouldn't want to know...but another part of her understood that telling him so would only make him want to know more. "Fine," she hissed and turned her eyes away. "I'm talking about Ada having feelings for you.. I thought you knew, because...well, you've known her for so long, and you'd just been ignoring it.. That's why I said it was cruel...but you...really didn't know..." she muttered and sighed. She couldn't bring herself to commenting on his sarcasm, but it did earn an eye roll.



He'd just sat down on a stool and poured his drink when she told him about Ada. The pouring slowed, then stopped before it should've as he lowered the bottle to the counter. His eyes turned on Millie and he stared a moment before he snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, that'll be the fuckin' day," he shook his head. "No, see... Ada's too ****in' smart to have feelings for a guy like me, okay?" It was starting to look more like he wasn't ignoring it as much as he was in pure denial. "She's seen the way I am with women, hell she's walked in on it more times than I could count on my fingers," he muttered, picking up his glass. "I don't know, because she's not," he swallowed, looking at his sister. Please tell me she's not... But the denial boat was sailing, and realization was starting to take it's place of just how much he'd fucked up.



When he snorted, she could feel her fist ball up almost unintentionally. She watched him go into denial, and she could feel the fury building up, reddening her face. "Are you a ****in' idio--" when he gave her that look, she paused, and then softened dramatically. "...you're right," she muttered. "I don't know what the hell I was thinking," nodded Millie as she moved to stand up and grab her glass. "I'm gonna go put this away.."



He noticed that fist balling up, and almost hoped she would. Do it, we'll both feel better. Nothing like taking a punch to lift someone's spirits! "Yes," he nodded firmly at being an idiot. He let out a sigh, then a nod. "No, you don't know what the hell you were thinking," he muttered, taking a slow sip of his bourbon before he set it down. He didn't say anything when she got up to put her glass away. Just tried to snuggle back into the denial boat, it wasn't as easy as he'd hoped.



Did the denial boat suddenly get small and wet? Okay, that sounded dirtier than intended. Anyways... Rinsing out her glass, she turned it over in the sink to let it dry. She moved back and then headed back to the living room. "So...you're right, this didn't go well.. Uhm... I love you and stuff," Millie muttered as she awkwardly walked toward the door.



Way dirtier! Dirty bird... He was on the stool, brows furrowed like he was trying to force the boat to come back. His nose wrinkled. "Not the best, no," he snickered. Then she said those three words that he sucked at saying. "Hey, kiddo. Come back here for a sec," he called after her, rising from his stool as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet.



The vampiress had her hand on the door, and honestly, she couldn't get out of there fast enough. Part of her felt like she had just betrayed Ada, but another part of her was just astounded at the way Malcolm lived in denial. She paused when he called out, though, and turned back around. She didn't even give him shit for calling her kiddo, "Yeah?"



He pulled what he had in his wallet - which was roundabout close to eight thousand dollars - as he moved to the edge of the kitchen wall, leaning against it as he held up the wad of hundreds. "Forget somethin'?" He raised a brow, waving it so it flopped a little bit.



Millie eyed the money and rolled her eyes, "I can't tell how much is there, but I can say with confidence that it isn't enough," she said, holding her hand out. "Micah's gonna own a pet shop in no time," she scoffed. She...didn't really have a need for money at this point. Daemien took good care of her, and it wasn't like Malcolm wouldn't buy her whatever she wanted...



"It's all I've got on me," he smirked, putting the cash in her hand. "I'll stop by the bank tomorrow for more," he scoffed, shaking his head as he tucked the wallet back into his pocket. "Well, at least something good might come out of my fuck ups." He snickered, but didn't seem done. "I could tell you wanted to earlier," he told her, shrugging away from the wall before rolling his neck and standing in front of her. "Take a swing," he nodded.



Will Malcolm's stupid acts bankrupt him? Will Millie actually walk home carrying eight thousand dollars cash? Will the punch make Malcolm cry? Will he ever get out of denial? Find out in next week's episode: Millie gets Mugged!

Okay, seriously though. She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. Shoving the money deep into her pocket, she turned her attention back to Malcolm as he moved from the wall to get closer. While he spoke, she stood there and blinked. Then those three words came out of his mouth and she didn't even hesitate. Millie threw that fist forward and clocked the fucker right in the jaw. She held back some, but with her added strength? It was probably more like being punched by a man.


No spoilers!

Except the crying part. You find out after the credits in this episode. He often forgot she was a vampire, but the Man Punch only did it for him better. At least she didn't bust his nose or chip one of those pearly teeth. Good thing I don't have a meeting tomorrow... That fist to the jaw had his head turned quickly to the side and making him stagger some, making him take a step back. His brows lifted as his mouth hung open, a slight scoffing laugh coming from it as he straightened up. "Damn, you've learned how'da punch," he grunted, shifting his jaw beneath a hand that had curled around it. "Didn't ****in' hesitate, either," he muttered, but he smirked behind the hand, reaching out to ruffle her hair with the palm of his other. "Thanks," he muttered. It hurt more than he was showing, and.. would probably have to ice that bitch later.



Okay, good. After credit scenes are awesome. Even if they're short. She only aimed for the side of his money maker, because she was a good sister! She snickered lightly when he complimented her, and then laughed when he called her out on not hesitating. Still bitchfaced to the hair ruffle, though. "Yeah, yeah... Call if you need something, ***hole." Then she was headed for the door.



He rubbed where she'd clocked him, grunting a bit to the pain there but he was proud of the hit! It was a good one! Remind me never to say that to Micah... "Same to you, Shortbus," he rolled his eyes, like the typical break up of a bonding moment before he was turning back toward his booze.

After credit scene: Malcolm iced his jaw, didn't cry but did get drunk enough to sing Eye of the Tiger in the shower.



(Thanks to Millie for the scene!)

"I thought that was my line," he snickered, muttering those words he may regret later. Probably not, but maybe. He took a step back from the door as she got out, his arm sliding from it as he crossed his arms - ignoring the smear of grime from having been under the hood that was now on his white shirt. Oh well, it wasn't like he doesn't have a fuck ton of them. He scoffed when she made that assumption. "Are you kidding me? This thing's blue book value is scrapmetal at this point. Buying a new set of tires would pay for this thing," he muttered, looking at it before his eyes drew back to her, a glimmer of amusement in his smirk. "You're... capable of waiting to get something done until the next day?" He mock gasped, his mouth hanging open in pure feigned shock. "Is Weezer in town and I didn't know about it?" He teased, then snickered.



"It is, but I stole it," she muttered with a shrug of one shoulder. She was a bit on the dressed up side, a purple dress that came to mid-thigh with a see-through lace upper half that showed a small amount of cleavage. A pair of heels, and tights underneath. Stepping out of the car, she looked over at him. "I am when I have plans," Ada rolled her eyes. She wanted things to be the same, but she felt those features tug in a frown. Until he brought up Weezer. "Man, I wish..."



"Line thief," he grumbled, but it was playful. He was trying to put some normalcy back into the mix. Which... was difficult when she wore that dress. See through top? Cleavage? Since when, Ada?! What have I done to you! His hands rose as he snickered. "Fair enough..." He muttered, then his brows knitted together. His head turned slightly as he eyed her. "Millie?" Then his nose scrunched. "I don't wanna know!" He backpedaled. He didn't want to know the dirty things his little sister did. She loved a dirty hippy vampire and did even dirtier things with him (he'd walked in on that shit!). He didn't wanna know what her idea of a night on the town was - mainly because they were related and didn't want her to know what a night out on the town for him was. He smirked again when it came to Weezer. "Bloodhound Gang is so much better," he riled up that argument. Foxtrot... Uniform... Charlie... Kilo!



She wasn't sorry! She had a date, she needed to show the cleavage, dammit! He asked if it was Millie and she shook her head, "No, wait...kind of, I guess..not really." But he didn't want to know, she chuckled lightly and shook her head. "I'm not even gonna justify that with a response," when he tried to argue with her.



He raised a brow when she seemed to not know who she had plans with, but he stood by it. For now, he didn't wanna know. Especially if it had to do with Millie. It was still a little strange to him that Ada hung out with his little sister now. But he wouldn't bitch about it. Y'know, as long as the girls didn't gossip all over again and Millie came on a warpath to his hotel. He smirked, and this time it was genuine and easy. "Only 'cause you don't have a good argument, darlin'~" He sighed out, shaking his head before he moved around to the front of the car, unhinging the metal bar that kept the hood propped before closing it. "Need a ride somewhere? Or you good?" He questioned. Things were weird with them, but that didn't change the fact he didn't wanna leave her stranded. ... Or leaving her to walk in those heels.



It was his fault! HE was the one who asked Millie to take her out... It was only weird because they have had sex. "No, it's because I've proved you wrong so many times in the past~" she fired right back. She looked at her phone and then at him. "Yeah, actually... I'll be late if I wait on a cab... Could you take me to Romani's?"


He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he picked up his suit jacket and hung it over two hooked fingers, lifting it to drape over his shoulder. "Please, Weezer has the numbers, but the Gang has the puns," he waggled his brows with a smirk before shaking his head and turning toward his car. He was fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "well yeah, don't you know Rhy'Din's cabs are at least a half hour behind?" He scoffed, starting for his car. "Sure, let's go - wait," he paused, turning his head to look at her with a curious brow raised. "Romani's?" He eyed her skeptically. Can't be Millie... she'd take her out for drinks, not a fancy dinner... But if there was one thing Mal wasn't.... it was being stupid. He glanced down to the dress, the heels, the expensive restaurant. His head turned forward with a nod as he started for his car. "Yeah, I'll take you," he muttered. It was pretty obvious that she didn't mean with you.



Ada rolled her eyes at his argument, and then once more after his scoff. She took a pausing step forward when he started, but stopped suddenly when he paused and questioned it. "Millie set me up," she admitted with a shrug. "Indian guy, he's...her vet, I think she said..." Spilling nervous babble, because she.. Well, she was nervous! Also, she didn't want him getting the wrong idea and trying to third wheel it up. Player knows it's not fun!



He kept that pokerface going as he nodded. "Did she? That's nice of her." Office talk. "Oh, a vet. So do you call him Dr. Habbidooboo?" He squinted, his chin lifting as he questioned. "Are... vets doctors?" Okay, that one might've been a genuine question for him. Was it a real doctor? ... Or like... a dentist was a "doctor"? Got the title, but less impressive. Definitely no surgeon. Though he shook his head out of his reverie as he'd made it to the driver's side of his McLaren, pressing the button that gave the dual beep of unlocking the vehicle before he slid the door upward and climbed inside, pulling the car door down to shut it.

The girl had landed flat on her back her hair pooling around her as she looked up at the sky, a bit dazed from both the punch, and the fall. "Hn... Heck you..." she whispered, giving up on getting her purse back. At least until she heard the commotion up ahead. She sat up on an elbow, blood dripping from her bottom lip which had been split open against her teeth and was fat now. "It is you," she whispered under her breath as she saw Malcolm hop out of the car. The back of her hand wiped the blood away as she stared with wide contact-fitted eyes. One eye scrunched shut when the mugger got haymakered. Damn it if it didn't make her want to wet her panties. ...if she hadn't already.

Ada watched the guy hit the ground, and then moved to flop back down. It didn't look great, but the alcohol was also thinning her blood.



Really? She gets mugged and socked in the mouth and she still won't say fuck? Really, Ada? Well, it wouldn't be Ada if she didn't say heck...

Malcolm scowled at the foo' sprawled unconscious on the ground, bending down to wretch the purse from the mugger's hand - yes, he'd held onto it the whole fuckin' time like it was glued to his hand. The hand that flopped limp to the ground. One stray lock of dark brown hair had slipped free from it's slicked back hairdo, and those that had seen Malcolm without the product in his hair knew just how curly it could be. That little spiral hung down his forehead as he stepped back into the car and eased the door closed, pulling the car out of park and...

Left her there.

Okay, no he didn't. But he did drive up to where she was laying on the ground, putting it in park before he paused, glancing over his shoulder at the unconscious mugger then down to his phone. He took two seconds to fire off a quick text.

Text to Bohemian Douche: Quick snack knocked out around the corner from warehouses. Your welcome, leech.

Tossing the phone back onto the dashboard, he climbed out of the car and rounded it with Ada's purse in hand as he walked up to her. "You alright, darlin'?" He asked, bending to kneel down next to her, setting her purse aside as his hand slid under her back to try to prop her up.



Ada wasn't patting herself for not backing down. She knew how stupid that was. If she'd just given up her purse, her mouth wouldn't be all gross right then. If he'd left her there, she probably wouldn't have even been mad. How could she? You saved my purse but didn't give me a ride home!? Bastard! Ada's eyes turned over to him lazily, and her mouth twitched into a painful smile. He propped her up, and she stared at that coil that rested there, her fingers coming to boing it once. "Lookit you, Kent.." she snickered, then winced. "M'fine.. How's the car?" What? She could smell that burnt rubber! Poor baby!



What? Getting punched in the mouth and almost getting stabbed over a cell phone and tablet? Yeah, that was pretty fucking stupid.. If he drove off, it'd be so she could think about how dumb it was. Just gonna letchu lay there and think about it if you try to almost die for that crap again. Nah, he couldn't do that to her. He looked at that gross mouth, and hated that he still wanted to kiss her even with it all bloody and busted. Fuq's wrong with you? His hand splayed at her back to keep her up, he made a face when she boinged that coil and almost looked like Patrick trying to look at his forehead for a moment. "Shut up," he muttered, snickering as he swatted her hand away and smoothed his fingers through that product heavy hair to slick it back into place. Even if it was loose and would probably fall again. His eyes found her with a lift of brow, head tilting and shaking. "You get mugged and asked how my car's doing?" He scoffed, glancing over his shoulder to the McLaren before shrugging. "Seen worse days," he smirked, turning back to look at her. For a guy who bought a lot of things, he wasn't attached to any of them. Even though the McLaren was easily his favorite of the collection, it could still be replaced. "How's your mouth?" He countered, his hand coming around to try to lift her chin with the side of a curled index finger to try to get a good look at it. "Do we need to make a late drop by to the dentist?" He snickered.



Again, she wouldn't blame himmm! He didn't though. "Yeah, cause...the car's your baby..." she frowned. If it made him feel any better, she totally wanted to kiss him back. Even if he looked like a tattooed Superman. Her lip could've probably used a stitch or two, but that was nothing compared to the deep-down chip in one of her smile tooths. "Nah, m'drunk I can't feel it," she muttered with a shrug. She didn't seem to fight him when he lifted her chin, though. Instead she just stared up at him, and then pressed a quick and bloody peck to the side of his mouth. "Thank you, by the way."



"It's a car," he snickered. "They're always making more. Just another excuse to blow more money," he smirked. He noted the split in her lip that use a stitch, and he squinted behind those square-rimmed glasses when he caught a glimpse of a possible chip. It was hard to tell between the blood and her lips moving, though. So she'll get drunk with my sister, but not me! Not fair! He was gon' get replaced with his sister... he just knew it. "Well, you're gonna feel it in the mornin', sweetheart," he wrinkled his nose before it smoothed out as he kept trying to get a look into her mouth. Though he paused when she pecked that bloody kiss to the side of his mouth that had him squeezing one eye shut. He grunted, then snickered as he smeared the blood from his mouth using his wrist with a smirk. If he was bothered by the blood, he didn't show it. "I keep tryin' to tell motherfuckers not to mess with you, but.." He glanced down the sidewalk to the sprawled mugger. "Guess he never got the memo," he teased, turning his eyes back to her before he sighed and reached to try to gently lift her top lip. "Open your mouth, I think... we might have to visit the dentist after all. Looks like the prick chipped a tooth, and you might need a couple stitches," he sighed, letting go of the lip as his hand moved to slide around her waist. "C'mon, to your feet soldier," he'd hoist her up to her feet if she let him.

When he protested and tried to be reasonable she shook her head, "But I wanna dance!" she whined stubbornly and--yeah, Rick Rolled the hell out of him. "Never gonna make you cry never gonna...tell a lie? Never gonna say good bye...Maybe with ca-mels~ Never gone give! Never gone give!" The girl was shaking her hips and dancing in front of him, just...getting into that song she was singing eight kinds of wrong.



Poor Malcolm. She was getting Rick Steam-Rolled at this point as his hand came up to pull off his glasses, the other dragging down his face as he groaned. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before she just... fucked that song all the hell and he bent over with laughter at that point. Maybe with camels? Lowering his hand, his eyes crinkled with laughter as he shook his head. "Okay, Caramel. Watch those hips before you cause a traffic jam in China," he smirked, though he had to swallow hard against the urge to just... stand there staring at her dancing. "C'mon, swing those hips toward the car, woman," his hands came out to her shoulders, making an attempt to turn her around and steer her toward the car.



Eyes trailed up to him, and she made a face at him. "Traffic jams in...in China? Like, with camels?" she puffed out those cheeks and then continued on dancing, singing her retard version of that song. At least until he began steering her off. "You're no fun...why won't you take me dancing?" she asked, moving toward the car. "I got it, I got it." The girl slurred and swatted at his hands. Then she proceeded to climb in once the door was open...but not before she smacked her head on the top of it.



"Yes... Chinese Camel jams," he nodded his head firm to that...special... logic. "I'm fun, too!" He objected, shaking his head. "I'll take you dancing when you're not doped on Laughing Gas with a busted mouth," he snickered. "Okay, okay," he lifted his hands away from her shoulders in surrender to her swatting hands. Reaching around her, he opened the door for her and.. winced when she smacked her head. "Thought you got it?" He muttered, snickering as he leaned down to look at her. "You good? Can we not have a concussion on top of it?" He teased her lightly before scooping her legs into the car before he closed the door behind her. Shaking his head, he fixed his glasses back into place so he could see to drive. "Fucking woman's gonna be the death of me," he muttered, rounding the car to the driver's side.



Ada began cackling loudly when she smacked her head, "I didn't even feel that." A little cackle before she was settling into the seat. He adjusted her legs and she gave him those big brown eyes for a moment before shaking her head. "M'good... I'm so goooood," then he shut the door and left her to her own devices in the car. By the time he climbed in, she'd be breathing on the window and doodling little hearts. Sorrynotsorry.



"I'd be amazed if you could feel anything right now, darlin'," Malcolm almost snorted. "You're trashed," he laughed, shaking his head. She assured him she was good and he moved on to get into the car. His eyes trailed over to those steam-drawn hearts on the window before they rolled up to the ceiling. "Please don't start licking the windows... or I'm gonna buy you a helmet," he smirked, turning the key to start the ignition. Though the smirk faltered for a moment with a brief, narrowed glance in her direction. "...Maybe I should anyways..." I bet she'd look cute in a football hel--NO! STOP IT! Shaking his head, and avoiding the urge to reach over and wipe off her cutesy doodling from his window, he pulled away from the curb. "Alright, let's you home," he told her.



"Nuh, yuh-you're trashed!" she spat back and puffed her cheeks. Then he was gone and leaving her for dead. Except he came back and told her not to lick the windows. "...I bet they taste like rock candy..." The tip of her tongue poked out before she looked over at him. Her eyes squeezed shut, "Nooooo! I'un wanna go home! I wanna go dancing... or.. Oh! You y'know what we shouldo? We should go back to your place and get in the hot tub." And maybe dance.



"I'm completely sober!" He spat back at her. Arguing with someone who'd been drinking and now had anesthesia in their system wasn't ideal, and maybe a pointless cause, but it's Malcolm. He wouldn't back down! "You're trashed," he muttered, like they were children. "Or Orchid's ass," he murmured. "She was mooning the townsfolk a few days ago. I wouldn't suggest putting your tongue on that glass..." He squinted at her. ... Don't do it, woman. Just don't.. But his eyes widened as she - loudly - objected to going home and gave an alternative instead. "Everyone's gonna be leaving the clu-!...........What?" He looked at her for a moment, almost building a Pros and Cons list in his head.

Pros: She stops bitching about dancing. Hot tub. No cat fur on my suit. I have better booze. Maybe-nekked Ada. Maybe-nekked dancing Ada. I can keep an eye on her so she doesn't do something stupid. Maybe we can stop being weird and be friends again.

Cons: Hot tub. Maybe-nekked Ada. Maybe-nekked dancing Ada. Booze. This could go very - VERY - badly and make shit worse.

All of that was done in breakneck speed in his head that it was amazing he didn't have a stroke. It was about three seconds of him staring at her before he sighed and ultimately, a non-bitching Ada and looking after her won over the cons as he turned the wheel in the opposite direction. "Alright, you win. You can use my hot tub."



While he had his mental debate, which surprisingly went pretty fast, she was tugging off her jacket. She draped it over her head, "Now nobody can touch my hair..." she mumbled, before suddenly turning toward him. "Yesss! Hot tuuuuub!" she squeaked and lifted her chin some. One single eye was staring at him through the gap in the jacket. "Oh, whazzat?" something in the back seat caught her eye and she was crawling back there to retrieve it. Her butt just all kinds of in his way as she wiggled half her body back there.



His mental debate went quickly as she... kept the hair goblins from getting her. "Whut?" he blinked, then snickered at the jacket on her. He couldn't say shit. He made forts in his office. The squeak had him closing one eye against it, grunting as he was driving off toward his hotel. "What's what?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder for a second before they found the road again. "What are you... Ada!" She was trying to crawl back there, and he was looking at her and the road, back and forth before he crossed one arm over the other as he tried to tug her back into her seat. "Sit - sit down, woman! What are you...ngh..." He groaned, 'cause her butt was just all up in his way. "Y'know, your ass is a driving distraction I don't need," he muttered bitterly, and dammit if he didn't keep glancing at it. After almost swerving and hitting a lamp post, "shit!" he gave up on trying to fight her into her seat and kept both hands on the wheel. Death of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!



The ride to his place was probably long for him, because doped up Ada was ridiculous. She'd ASSaulted him, grabbed his window scraper from the back seat, and spent the rest of the time acting like she was royalty with her jacket sash and her ice scraper scepter.

Finally, they'd made it. And it probably took her a little while to actually get to his door, but finally she'd made it. Now she was waiting for him to unlock it, dancing around. "Yes I like pina coladas~and getting caught in the rain~ I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne~ Yes, I like making love at midnight~" Mumblemumblemumble, "inthefrnsonthecape! I'm the love that you looked for, come with me and escape! Guitar solo! Bernownownownow!"

Yes, she was clothed...but her clothes were also tight before they were soaking wet. Now he was pulling the toy away and just begging her to smoosh her boobs all up in his face as she tried to take the gun from him. Surrender or be smothered. "But I want it sooo baaaad! Come on! Give it to me, Malcolm!" ...she wasn't even raping him yet.



Mal didn't think this through. He should've just shoved her in a closet, tossed some glow sticks in there and turned on the radio, telling her it was an exclusive dance club instead. But he hadn't thought of it at the time, and now he was going to die from boob smothering. His eyes squeezed shut as his face was bombarded by boob, a grunt leaving him as he couldn't see to tell where her hands were. Those damn cries weren't helping, and once she grabbed the gun... he gave it up. "Okay! Okay!" He huffed into her cleavage. "You win!" He pulled his head back, taking in a sharp breath of air as he kept his hands up like she had a real gun on him. "Nghhhhhhhhhhh." Don't touch her! It will all unravel!



Would he really lock her in a closet? Okay, she probably would've raved some and then went to sleep. But he didn't, and now he was stuck in this awful predicament. She grabbed the gun and sprayed him a couple times in the face before settling down on his lap. "Heee~" she giggled and squirted him a few more times. Then she squeezed him in a hug and sighed out, "I miss you~"



Mehbe... but now we'll never know because he had a knack for fucking himself over like this. His eyes squeezed shut with the reflexive twitch and grunt from the first water shot, and he was a statue as she let him have it with the gun. "I deserved that," he snickered, eyes opening as she settled down on his lap and he shifted a bit uncomfortably with that conflict in his head. "Guh! Sto- pffft." He'd chosen the wrong time to open his mouth as one of the shots hit him in the mouth and he spat it out to dribble down his chin. "Ngh... ngh!" A grumble then another huff as she caught him in a hug. His arms hadn't lowered through any of that. No touching! It was like... the lava game... but with his hands and Ada. "Adaaaaaaaa you know I'm not a hug...ger.." He trailed off when she said she missed him and he sighed. "Back atcha, darlin'," he mumbled, hoping to god now that she didn't remember that tomorrow.



"No mercy! No surrender!" she spat in the midst of her spraying him. But then she was hugging him, and he was ten kinds of uncomfortable about it. "M'sorry," she whispered. "I've been weeeirrrd...and I don't wanna be weird," she said, pulling back and looking at him. "Ish jus'... Whenever I see you now, all I can think about is what we did," she brought her finger to her lip in a shhh motion. Then spoke against it, "...and how much I wanna do it again~"



She wasn't kidding about the No Mercy, No Surrender! "We've... both been weird," he muttered his admission before she was pulling back and looking at him. His eyes lifted to her, eyeing her speculatively before he averted his eyes to the secret shared with him. "Listen, darlin'.. I know it was a mis... whut?" He blinked, his eyes snapping back to stare at her. He thought about it for a moment before reason kicked in this time. It was one thing to fuck her when she was grieving and vulnerable. But fucking her when trashed? ... That was a whole new level of douchebaggery. "Whoaaa, okay," he laughed awkwardly, losing the lava game as his hands moved to her waist and he tried to pry her off his lap. "We're not doing that.." He shook his head.



Eyes shifted, dancing between his as he spoke. "I want to do it agai--" she tried to repeat it, but he cut her off and laughed. He began prying her off, and she frowned deeply. "We're not? Why not?" she stood suddenly and backed up away from him. Water was dripping down from her clothes back into the water. "...really?"



He sighed as she asked why not and looked up at her as she stood and backed away from him. "Ada..." He averted his eyes, shaking his head before he stood himself. This was an awkward conversation to have when their wet clothes were clung to them and they were standing in the middle of a hot tub. His eyes turned back to her when she questioned it vaguely and he did look apologetic. "It's not that I don't... want to... but.." His brows lifted as he tried to reason with her. "Not like this. Not while you're ****ed up on Dentist Gas. That's a line I'm not crossin', darlin'.." he shook his head.



Rejection was oddly sobering. She wasn't sober, not quite, but she had become a lot less goofy. "Oh god, I'm so stupid," she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose. She wanted to cry, scream, or break something. Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled, "I get it. No worries, Malcolm," she muttered and moved from the tub. She didn't bother with a towel or...well, anything else as she began for the door. Just... soaking his floor.



Malcolm's expression was tainted with pure confusion. "What... no, you're not," he sighed. I am.. The confusion deepened when she said she got it and told him not to worry. "Do you? 'Cause I don't..." His brows furrowed as he watched her climbing from the tub. He blinked, staring at her back a moment as she started off before he was climbing out and soaking his own floor along with her. "Ada, wait!" He tried to catch up to her and snag her wrist with his hand. "Get what?"



Her wrist was snagged, but she didn't turn to face him. She was tense, and soaked. Her eyes were cast down to the floor. "I'm tired of waiting, Malcolm," she whispered. "I'm tired of waiting for you to get it." Finally, she turned to look at him, tugging her wrist free. "I'm tired of waiting for you to look at me like I look at you," rambling on words she would probably never say sober. "I'm tired of watching you hop from one bed to the next, girl after girl--none of them know that your favorite movie is Balto, and that you secretly love dogs and laugh like an idiot whenever you see a big fluffy one..." Ada pinched the bridge of her nose, "Or that your hero is Lincoln, and even though you try to come off as a jerk that doesn't care about anything, you actually care about every charity you've ever donated to.. That you keep a picture of your brother and sister in your wallet.." Those big brown eyes began welling up with tears in that moment, arms wrapping around herself. "...you don't let anyone know you at all, and... I've spent five years learning all of it, and loving all of it...and I'm sorry.. But I'm tired of waiting or hoping for that to be enough.."



Malcolm seemed to get more than he bargained for, almost wishing he'd let her walk right out that door as she seemed hell bent on not letting him cling to his denial that she'd love him. "Waiting..." His brows furrowed before he let out a frustrated sigh when she mentioned him not getting it. "I would if you'd just tell-" Oh but she did. His eyes locked onto hers as he let go of her wrist when she jerked it away. He had his steel expression slapped on his face, but it was faltering as he averted his eyes from her. As she called him out on his habits, and them pointed out things that he didn't let anyone know about him. When looking away wasn't enough, he closed his eyes and his nostrils flared with the sigh that came out of him. "Ada.." He whispered, but he didn't know what to say, and she went on. His eyes opened as she called him out on not letting people know him, and his lips thinned how she spoke of loving all of it. When she'd finished, he looked speechless, unsure of what to say for once and he didn't seem to have sarcasm to back him this time. He swallowed, closed his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth. "No... you shouldn't wait for me," he whispered. "Because no matter how I feel about you, I could never give you what you want or deserve." His eyes opened and he turned his eyes to her, with no hint of teasing or joking. He looked tired. Exhausted, even. For once, he looked his age. "I could give you all the money you could ever want, I could fuck you until you lost your voice, but in the end..." He shook his head, his expression darkening. "I can't be that guy for you, Ada. I'm not the kinda guy who gets married with a bunch of kids, and a picket fence. I can't commit," this he told her with his eyes closed, almost hissed between his teeth before he opened them to stare at her. "And you deserve a hell of a lot more than that, and I'm sorry you wasted those five years lookin' at me." His jaw grew tense and those words came out, swallowing hard. I'm only gonna disappoint you. He choked on those words, looking away from her.



Ada probably would've hit him if he joked or teased her in that moment. She closed her eyes as he spoke, tears dribbling down her cheeks as she took a couple sopping steps back from him. "Y'know, I knew that," she said with a sad little laugh. "Which brings me back to my first point, I'm stupid," she muttered. "But, don't apologize," she wiped her cheeks, because it hurt like hell. "I needed to hear it, I think it's what's been holding me back." Sniffing once, "I'm gonna wait for a cab outside, so...Call one for me." Ada muttered and took another step toward the door. "Bye Malcolm," she muttered, but didn't wait for a response as she began walking out.



He grit his teeth as she bashed herself, calling herself stupid. Seeing those tears left a heavy pit in his stomach, and knowing he'd been the one to hurt her killed him behind that steel expression. He nodded slowly when she said it was what she needed to hear. "I know," he sighed. "Just wish I knew sooner," he muttered, swallowing his want to do the opposite of what was happening. But he knew in the end, he'd only hurt her more than he was now. He wanted to reach for her, but he crossed his arms instead to keep them in place. "...Think that might be a good idea," he whispered, "don't forget your jacket on the counter. It's cold outside." He nodded to calling her a cab. He said nothing as she told him goodbye, being a stubborn pain in the ass as she was walking out. It wasn't until she'd be gone that he'd call for her cab and shoot off a text to drown himself in the only vice that seemed to work for him at this point. But that didn't stop him from reaching for the bottle of scotch he'd abandoned earlier too for safe measure.

"It does need to be replaced, Ada! Listen to the Beatles and just Let It Go!" In his flustered state of close proximity to Ada, the possible ticking time bomb of an airbag, and his frustration with the seatbelt... he might've got Frozen and the Beatle's Let It Be jumbled. He stared at her a couple seconds when she made that poor excuse - or maybe explanation. "..You know what would have great brakes? That actually work?" He leaned toward her a little bit, and the predictable answer was drawn out. "A newwww caaaar," he snickered, before he was working on that seat beat still. "M'gonna do it... I gotta! Youwannabetrapped? 'Cause that's how you stay trapped," he looked at her, giving her all kinds of sass - even in his eyebrows - until his hand slipped... and his elbow bumped into the steering wheel.




Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head like a child on the verge of a tantrum. "I don't want a new car... I want this one." Puffing up some as he played game show host for a moment. "...and Let it Go is not a Beatles song--and I'm fine with being trapped just leave it alo--" Malcolm pissed off the steering wheel and it spat the rest of that airbag out at him when he got cocky.

...which probably wouldn't have been so bad if the entire hood hadn't gone up in flames.




"What is it with you and this car, Ada?!" He barked. "It's close enough..I think," he muttered. Beatles wasn't much of his thing. "No I wo--guh!" He exhaled breathlessly as he pissed off the airbag and it retaliated with violence. More... a direct bag punch to his side that twisted and squashed him chest to chest with Ada. "See! This thing is out for blood!" He paused then, stilling completely as he turned his head, stuck between Ada and the airbag. His nostrils flared. "...What's that sound?..."




"I just like the car, okay!?" she didn't want to give him the sob story. "It's barely close! Malcolm!" he was pressed hard against her, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Caramel skin began blushing as she looked up to the hood of the car. Which, might've been so rusted out that there were little holes peeking through. She claimed it was a sunroof in the making... "Ngh...Malcolm..." she whispered as she opened her eyes and saw the flames. Panic set in pretty quickly and she reached down for the lever of the seat. She might've brushed dick there, sorry Mal.

"Nghhhhuh!" she cried as she yanked the lever and kicked her feet to scoot the seat back. "Ahhh, dangit!" she managed to get Malcolm free but the seat belt tightened around her waist some and the lever broke off.




"Yeah, I liked a pair of boots once but when the soles look like a crocodile's mouth, it was time to fuckin' replace them!" He gave his rebuttal but it was strangled with being caught between the airbag and Ada. He didn't see the Swiss Cheese holes in her ceiling, considering all he could do was look to the side since his cheek was smooshed to her shoulder. This is not how I expected my night to turn out... I just wanted to go for a leisurely drive to the local bar... He couldn't see jack shit where he was, but her panic sprang up his worst concerns to the unmistakable sound of flames. "Ada? What's going on? Pleasedon'ttellmethisthingison..nghuhhh.." the strange sound of surprise was for the brush that had him twisting his hips awkwardly. That's not a lever! Well..

The pressure squishing him eased when she pulled that maneuver and he managed to get some space to move. He peeked around the airbag to see the hood spitting flames through the cracks as he cursed under his breath. "Fuck, alright... dealwithit," he hissed. You know how adrenaline would help a woman lift a car off her baby? ... This.. was kinda like that. His hand lurched down to grasp and almost rip the seat beat buckle out of place with a hissing grunt for the effort. Shoving the belt aside hastily and almost frantically, he looked to Ada with that steel, serious expression. "We gotta go now," he barked, his hands coming to her waist as he reeled back to back out from the driver's door, practically dragging her out of the driver's seat along with him.




At least she didn't try to pull it and rip that off... "I know, I know, sorry!" she cried when he made that sound. Her eyes moved down to the belt and up to the flames as he worked her free and spoke of getting out of there. She didn't really argue at that point, dragged along and kicking her feet to try and help him along. "We need to find a fire extinguisher and put out those flames before they do any real damage to the car...." she whined as he pulled her away.




He'd almost stumbled and fell on his ass, his arm hooked around her waist like she was like a suitcase. He gave her a look when she whined that, and he dragged her away from the car. "Any real damage? Ada!" he barked, making it a few yards from the car before he turned, then collected her shoulders in his palms and tried to whirl her around to face him. His brows were raised incredulously. "The car is on fucking fire, and is..." He looked at it. "Face it - beyond repair." He shook his head, turning those eyes back on her. "You have.. to let.. it go." He stared at her, not understanding at all why she was so obsessed with that vehicle that was... okay, it was a train wreck at this point as flames lapped and scorched the rusted hood. He was honestly still amazed that it didn't fall apart to it's frame with her sitting in the driver's seat on the ground and an unconnected steering wheel in her hands..




Honestly, Ada could be running the car herself Fred Flintstone style and she'd still want to keep it! Plus it would do wonders for her calves. He turned her around and she looked up at him, "I can't let it go! I have to fix it, I have to keep it alive, it's going to be fine! It has to be fine, Malcolm!"

...Boom.



The worst part... was that not only could he see that happening... he knew damn well she'd do it too. His brows were furrowed deep in that stern expression as he tried to knock some sense into her, but she fought him. They sloped somehow deeper and threatened to disappear completely into the dark shadows of his eye sockets. "Alive?... Ada.." He frowned. "It's a car. A machine, it's not--shit!"

He visibly jumped with the duck of his head to the loud combustion of the engulfed car. Even the radiating heat could be felt from there as his arms instinctively wound around Ada and he all but tackled her to the ground, tucked and under him.




Did he just say her car wasn't shit?! THEM'S FIGHTING WORDS!

Unfortunately there was no time to fight, she'd opened her mouth to yell back at him, but the explosion did knock the sense out of her. She yelped and hit the ground as he tackled her down to the ground. She felt him atop her body, protected from the blast and her own hands moved to protect his neck and head from anything possibly flying out and trying to knock his head off.

At this point, if he didn't trust her...she might be offended. She had that flaring nostril thing going on, even when he called her by the name in which they didn't speak. She let it go, though, flirtation and all. Wouldn't do him any good if her heart started racing, too. Tears began falling down her cheeks as he rolled onto his back, and she bit back her emotions. "G-good.. Now just try to relax, and hang in there...the ambulance is on its way..." rubbing his chest gently.




Staring up at the sky a moment, when she came into his vision with those rolling tears, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth. "Relax," he hissed a snicker to her words of comfort. "Easier said than done," he muttered, and maybe it was the fact that she was shedding tears for him that had him peeking out with one eye and tried to do just that. That pain was surging electricity, like icicles down his left arm and through his chest but he swallowed the discomfort. His other hand came up, his thumb smudging one of those tears across her cheek as he shook his head. "I'm sorry for the past couple weeks, darlin'... and.." He wrinkled his nose. "The years of ignorance before that.." He muttered. Why you gotta talk like you're not gonna make it, asshole?! Okay, he didn't know if he would. But.. if he was taking that Highway to Hell, he didn't want things to be left unsaid.




That hand continued to rub on his chest, "Just....focus on staying awake until they get here," she whispered. She wasn't looking at his face, part of her afraid the life might leave his eyes before her own...at least until his hand made it to her face, and she turned those big chocolates onto him when he began speaking like a dying man. Her hand came up to collect his from her face, and she squeezed it with both hands. "None of that matters," she whispered. "We'll talk about it later."




His nose wrinkled. "I can't really say I'm all that into the idea of a nap right now," he assured her under his breath, because the pain in his chest was rather... waking. Her hands enveloping his own, he looked up at her when she promised a later and he reluctantly nodded. His arm lowered, letting all three rest on his chest if she kept hold of it, or simply rested his own if she let go. No, he had no damn want to blink out any time soon! But, he didn't know how these heart attacks worked. It wasn't something he expected to have to worry about for another good twenty years, but it seemed the Heart Attack Fairy wasn't a fan of him. "Later," he nodded, closing his eyes but it was more to relax and try to keep his heart from exploding in his chest. At least until he peeked out of one eye again, squinting up at her. "...Would it be in bad taste to mention I have riches buried in an unknown location?" He asked.

I wouldn't be Malcolm if he didn't crack a joke while having a heart attack.



"Really? Cause I could really go for one right about now," she scoffed. As his arm lowered, she did keep ahold of it. She watched him agree and try to relax, and she stayed quiet, letting those tears come whenever his eyes closed.. A few rolled off her nose as she trembled there. "Make sure you tell me where if you see a light," she laughed a forced little one and stroked his hand with her thumb.



"You do look like you could use one, darlin'," he narrowed that one peeper at her. Yes, in the midst of his heart attack, you can bet your sweet as he'd tell her she needed more sleep. Bastard. When the eye was shut and she told him to tell her, he smirked a little bit. "Only if you promise to use a chunk of it for a new car~" He hummed softly, just focusing on staying awake, the feel of her thumb stroking his hand, and steering clear of that light.

-------------

It wasn't but a few minutes later those bright lights flashed through the alley, stirring his eyes open. He was paler, clammier, and his heart hadn't stopped through the wait. He'd done as he promised, staying awake though there was a moment or two that it was surprisingly hard. He didn't think he could sleep through the shooting pain in his arm, or his chest, but the urge was distantly there. Though, it was far from his own stubbornness. Every time he seemed to keep his eyes closed for too long, Ada would stir him and make sure of it.

The paramedics came and got him on the stretcher, and had the good timing of putting on his gas mask when he saw a paramedic hitting on Ada that had him using some unsavory language beneath his breath for it. With Ada riding next to him and a paramedic on the other side doing what they could to keep him stable until the hospital, he simply struggled to stay awake at that point. Sure enough, it came on eventually when the exhaustion took hold of his whole body and there was no way he could keep his eyes open any longer.

Malcolm had resigned to allowing Ada to "help him" with his water. But she mostly had her work cut out for her in keeping him from picking at the IV tape and convincing him not to climb out of the window. Okay, so he didn't actually try to climb out the window.. but he thought about it. Every so often, he'd glance over to it and squint with blatant contemplation before finally turning on the television by the ceiling, if only to drown out the sound of his heart monitor. He'd eventually stopped trying to convince her it was fine, that she could go home and get some rest, because she was on par with him on the stubborn department.

Finally, there was a soft rapping on the door before the man in the white suit came in with Malcolm's chart. He was an older man, with a good ten years on Malcolm but distinguished with salt and pepper hair and stubble. "Malcolm Fox," he read, flipping up the top paper of the clipboard to look at it as he entered the room, casting a look to Ada with consideration. "You must be the Next of Kin... Ada Khatri?" He raised a brow to her as he made it next to the bed, looking between the two for confirmation.



Ada was on water duty! Don't take her duties away! Every time he glanced to the window, Ada seemed to know. She didn't have to look up from what she was doing when she said the word, "Nope." No climbing out the window, ****er! As for going home? Yeah, it wasn't happening. She had managed to have a change of clothes brought to her, and took a shower in the bathroom off the side of his room. When she came out, her hair was in a braid and her clothes were comfortable. A pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

She was back in the uncomfortable chair, shifting every so often because her back was annoyed at her. Stubborn as ever, she didn't bother to make a change. At least until the doctor came in an addressed her. Ada stood and nodded, "Yes, that's me. What's...going on? Is he gonna be okay?"



Malcolm's eyes turned to the doc when he came in, pressing the button the TV to mute the sound. He shimmied up the bed to sit up more, and looked less than pleased to see the man in the white lab coat. He may have glance once more to the window before sighing and nodding. "Yeah--" His eyes lifted to Ada when she jumped on the chance and he snickered. "If you can't tell.." he muttered, but made a scrunched face to her questions. "I'm fine," he grumbled, defiantly so. His eyes flicked to the Doc, looking for confirmation. "So what's the diagnosis, Doc? Little R and R?" He snickered.

The doctor lowered the sheet of paper, giving a nod to the confirmation given from Ada. "Very well." The concern of confidentiality didn't seem to be of issue with her identity noted before she fired off her questions. He looked to Malcolm, a knowing look cast that way with a shake of his head. "It'll be a little more than resting alone," he looked between them. "Though the heart attack's severity was mild, he'll be okay with some medications." He lifted Malcolm's chart, looking it over as he started reciting the diagnosis in his own words. "It seems you had a Demand Ischemia," he told them, eyes looking back and forth between them for a moment before he simplified the medical term. "A heart attack not caused by any blockages.. you," to Malcolm, "didn't receive enough oxygen to your heart, 'causing it to struggle and made it beat faster than it could handle, thus causing the attack. We ran some tests when you came in, including a Calcium Scan and blood tests." A look to the board, he shook his head with raised brows. "Your numbers otherwise seem to be in top shape... Which, could mean there was an underlying condition that caused the attack itself," he looked to Malcolm. "We're going to need to run more tests, and I have some questions to ask. Perhaps," he smiled to Ada. "You can confirm or aid with those.." A glance was shot to Malcolm, maybe not totally trusting the integrity of answers that may come from him. Maybe it was the steel expression the Fox was sporting, or blatant dislike of the doctor standing there.




The girl's head span as he used words she didn't quite understand, even with her own family history of medical conditions. She had those moments of panic. Ischemia...? Ischemia?! He gone die! She had her own expression that blanked it out, and it was more or less her smiling and nodding with those big eyes glued to him. Ada moved to grab Malcolm's hand as she caught the face he was presenting, and if he didn't move it, she'd be giving it a painful little squeeze to the fingers. "We'll be happy to answer any questions you have."




"Demand... Ischawhata?" Mal raised a brow, and clearly this was part of the reason he hated doctors. "Someone get me a laptop so I can just google this ***," he muttered, looking around until the mention of more tests were made. That expression grew more sour, and he didn't seem to like the sound of that. "Sounds about right, can't figure out what's wrong in the fir-sssssh**." He hissed, to the painful grabbing of his fingers under Ada's clamped vice grip. He squeezed one eye shut, the one remaining open lifting to her with a look that was so not happy. It might've been the stink eye. Grumbling, he turned his head away like a defiant teenager. "Fine, but m'not gonna like it," he tried to shake off Ada's death grip, but gave the doc a get on it look.

The Doc looked between the two, brows lifting though there was lingering concern to the fact that Ada looked to be on the verge of panic. "It's okay, Ms. Khatri," he assured her, "he'll be fine with some stern instructions," this had a look shot to Malcolm since he looked defiant and not prone to listening. "And restrictions..."

Mal bristled at the idea of restrictions, visibly. He practically puffed up like a bird.

Moving on, the doctor pulled a steel pen from the breast pocket of his coat and poised it at the ready against the clipboard. "Do you smoke?"

"Rarely...." Mal glanced up at Ada before averting his eyes. He might be regretting letting her stay.

"Socially?" As the questions poured out, he'd ask Malcolm but kept looking for confirmation from Ada before continuing.
"After sex.. or.. after a rough day," Mal muttered.
Scribblescribble. "Do you drink?"
"Moderately."
"Socially?"
"...Again, after a rough day.. or.. with company, yes."
Scribblescribble. "Exercise?"
"Regularly. Cardio and weights."
Scribblescribble. "Diet?"
"Healthy. Occasional cheat day.." Mal wrinkled his nose.
"Caffeine intake?"
"....Mmmmoderately..." His eyes may have shifted then.
The doctor looked to Ada, peering over the clipboard.

While Malcolm had a hard time looking at her, she was staring at him. The moment he admitted that almost shameful secret to the doctor, her head snapped in his direction. She wanted to yell, hit him, or even give him a good shaking...but she didn't. Instead, she ground her teeth some to the point where her jaw clenched. She swallowed hard, took a breath and fought the moisture that was forming around her eyes. She turned her eyes back to the doctor as he began to speak.

This could be really serious...

Ada nodded to him, "No, not right now...just, do every test you need to.. He'll pay for it," she said with a nod. "And keep us posted..."




The doctor didn't seem overly concerned, and whether it could be taken as something less serious or if he didn't care, it was hard to tell. Unlikely of the second, but misconstrued interpretations were a bitch. He nodded to Ada's requests, tucking his clipboard under his arm. "We will, Ms. Khatri. The tests are relatively simple, and since there's no blockage, it narrows them down significantly," he assured her. He looked to Malcolm, who wasn't saying anything but looking everywhere but to Ada. "We'll find the underlying problem to what caused the heart attack, but in the meantime... Make sure he stays away from strenuous activities, and make sure he rests. No naps," he pointed to Malcolm with his pen before slipping it into his pocket. A confident smile was given to Ada, a stern look to Malcolm, and he was turning on his heel and headed for the door, slipping through a moment later.

Malcolm didn't say squat after he'd given that admission. And he wasn't looking at Ada. His lips thinned to the stern look from the doc, and he spared a narrowed look to him for the effort. But once he was gone, Malcolm pursed his lips and clicked his tongue. "Well.... that's over at least," he muttered, awkwardly then narrowed his eyes up to Ada. "....BetternottellMillie..." He muttered.



Ada gave the doctor a weak smile and a nod. "Thank you, Doctor," she muttered. The silence of the room as the doctor left was almost deafening. Malcolm broke it and her vision snapped back over to him, jaw clenching as she stared daggers at him. The want to slap him was outweighed only by the scary consequences running through her head as she turned away from him. "I don't have anything to say to you, Malcolm..." she muttered before making her way out the door.

It would be only a couple seconds before the door was swinging back open, and she stomped back into the room. "Yes I do! How-how-how could you be so irresponsible as to not tell someone? I know I call you Kent, but you're not heckin' invincible!" she barked. "Are you stupid? Because when I came to work for you I was under the impression that you weren't!" Ada almost growled, pacing back and forth by his bed.. "I mean, how could you think that was a good plan? What would you say to me if I pulled that crap? Huh?! You can't let things like that go! Did you really think you could just let it go? Reallllly? Ugh! Out of all the selfish things that you do, this one reeeaaallly takes the cake! "




He seemed to shrink under those daggers, ducking his head some as... as predicted... he didn't seem to be taking this as serious as he should've. Though on the inside, he was worried and was maybe building himself a bucketlist just in case. But it was when she turned away from him and started out that he watched her. "Really?" He muttered. "Nothing?" He eyed her speculatively, then the door when it was closed. One eye squinted more than the other, he wasn't sure what to make of that moment of silence. She's gonna come back... Wait, what if she's done? What if this was the last straw? ......... Nah, she'll be back... Butwhatifsheisn't? But he only had to think for a couple seconds before she was bursting right back in and laying him out with her own haymaker - by form of words. He reeled back, eyes widening as she let him have it. "I didn't think -- I figured it was just -- caffeine -- and..." He clamped his mouth shut, resigning to shutting the *** up for once as she let it all out. "Well, I'd --" He didn't get a chance to tell her what he'd say, since she kept on. He sighed, letting his head fall back to the pillows and took it. He blinked, watching her rip into him until she was done. When she was, he stared at her a moment longer.

".....Is it healthy to be yelled at after a heart attack?"




Oh man did she look insane, standing there in comfy clothes and a slightly frazzled braid with broken glasses and crazy eyes... She waited for him to respond, and when he did, one of those big eyes twitched as her nostrils flared and her jaw clenched. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHH!" she screamed and snatched the pillow right out from underneath his head. It was about then that she began beating him with the softness of the fluff. "Pretend this is a brick because that's what I want to be hitting you with!"




The moment he said it... he almost regretted it. Almost. He shoulders shrugged up, head ducking down like he was trying to be a turtle and those wide eyes were on her in that visible oh ***... once he saw those big eyes twitching and that nostril flare. The Dragon is coming... And she came more like a banshee with that screamed that made him wince, then grunt when she stole his pillow and his head fell back against the mattress. "AdaAdaAda!" He barked, raising his hands as she unleashed her wrath on him through the fluff. "Guh! I'd rather nooooooooot," he groaned, not so much as fending off the pillow in his state as much as blocking his face from it with his arms. "Stahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhp." Beepbeepbeepbeep. He tried to grab the pillow or her wrists to cease the beating. "You keep it up, they're gonna take you away, Looney Tunes!" He barked, brows soaring. "They're-a comin'!~"




Those eyes had long since squeezed shut, and she smacked him over and over with the pillow. "Ngh! No! I'll stop when you--" it was the beeping of the monitor that slowed her wrists and made them easy to snag. She looked down at him when he barked those words and she almost wanted to laugh. "...go heck yourself..." she muttered with a puff of air leaving her mouth and she wavered slightly to sit back in the chair. The girl began to curl up and just give him the silent treatment. She was mad at him...but also didn't want to leave his side. Her head rested on the back of the chair and she glared at the wall like she couldn't see her forehead.




When he what? DIES, ADA?! He scrunched his face when she told him to go heck himself, and he grumbled. "I doubt they'd let me..." He glanced to the door. "But I might have to for a little while," he frowned. He'd grabbed her wrists, but let go when she sat down. Reluctantly so, he retracted his hands and eyed her like he didn't trust her not to start wailing on him again. But was only met with the silent treatment. He turned his head away stubbornly, awkwardly crossing his arms over his chest considering his IV... then paused. He blinked, looking down with furrowed brows until he yanked the neck of his gown forward to peek in there. "...........****ers took out my piercings!" He barked. Alas, his nipples were just nipples... with no barbells.

"Doesn't seem like it," he grumbled. He bit his tongue when it came to whining out but I don't wannaaaa beeee. "I am too!" He barked back at her, and... he was! Honest! "You're like... my Warden though. Like the warden you know is actually really cool.. but also doesn't let you do all the fun stuff," he wrinkled his nose up at her. Until she pointed out the women and his eyes widened innocently. "...She was going to smuggle me a cigarette!" Because this was prison to him now. But the mention of Millie had his eyes widening even more. "....Don't you dare.." He glanced around like he was considering making a run for it... until she called him the worst and he sputtered out a laugh. His head tipped back with that smile that he knew she'd love to slap off his face. "....I piss you off, but m'also kinda fun... admit it," he teased her. "Besides..." He looked around. "If I annoy the piss out of you here..." He shot her a narrowed look, then smirked like the devil. "I know you're too busy with me to," be out with Habbidooboo, "work yourself to death pickin' up my slack, darlin'.." Seriously, fuck that guy.


"I'm your Warden?" she asked, furrowing her brow in an odd way as she looked down at him, a bit dumbfounded. "She was going to smuggle something, but it wasn't gonna be a cigarette," Ada scoffed again and shook her head. Moving into the cafeteria, she rolled those eyes and shook her head, "You're fun when you're not whining like a little bi---baby!" Oh man, that was a close one. She cleared her throat and pushed him up to a table. "What color you want?"


"Yeah, like... the really hot Warden... that you can't get mad at when she takes away all your homemade toothbrush shivs..." He narrowed his eyes ahead. Nah, but I had som'n for her to su--- He cleared his own throat, shaking his head from wandering thoughts that were not helping his situation at all. Seriously, if he popped a boner in this thing... where the fuck was he gon' hide it?! But his eyes widened and his head turned to peer over his shoulder at her, lips starting to part when she almost slipped. "C'mon!" He groaned, tipping his head back exasperatedly. "I wouldn't have even been mad at it..." He snickered, then bitchfaced. "M'not a baby..." His arms crossed as she pushed him up to the table, leaning forward to prop them on the edge of the table. He squinted. "Blue.."


Eyes trailed to Malcolm when he spoke of her being the hot warden. She just shook her head, "It's not a prison, Malcolm!" she snapped and then waved her arms. "Bah!" For the record, if he popped a boner in that thing, she would probably sit on his lap to hide it and let him wheel them back to the room.. Cause she's on that Millie-type level love...minus the fire. "No, but you wine like one..." muttered Ada before she nodded and walked off to retrieve a couple of Jello cups.


Sierra watched the couple seeming to eavesdrop for a moment, sporting a hospital gown that matched Malcolm's. The junkie looked down at his and shook her head, "Well, this is embarrassing..." she muttered, "..clearly one of us needs to change. She'd been picking at her dessert, most of the meal on her tray had been finished.


"Says you!" He snapped back at her. "You can leave and do whatever you want! BUH!" He waved his arms back at her, just to poke his tongue out at her in a super adult way when she walked off. "Meh..." He might've watched her longer than he'd be willing to admit - and almost wished he had a boner for her to hide in that moment - before he blinked and drew his attention away. It wasn't through any sort of willpower from him, but the comment from the girl down the table that had his eyes redirecting. He looked at her, brows soaring as he snickered at her remark. He looked down to his gown, then hers. "Hm... but the question is... who?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher Who Wore It Better. "I mean, my ass hangs gloriously out of it, but you do seem to wear it like it's supposed to be..." He was almost certain the nurses got him one too small just to spite him. Or one of them really liked his ass... one of the two.


Sierra stared him down, "Well I'm not changing.. If you think your warden is bad," she'd heard the prison talk on their way in, and made no move to hide her eavesdropping ways. "You haven't met mine," Seirra scoffed. She brushed a stray hair from her face and raised her eyebrows a bit. "That's true, I don't really have an ass...but c'mon! I got the off-the-shoulder thing going..." she said, pointing. No, she was just so thin, it was too big for her. Her collarbone was almost sickeningly exposed. She took a bite of her butterscotch pudding. "So... What're you in for?"


His eyes narrowed when Sierra stared him down. "Is your warden really worse than mine? She won't even make my own Crossword Puzzles out of swears," he frowned. "She's awful... but hot..so it evens out.." His eyes lowered to her shoulder, taking note of the way her collarbone protruded. Was it terrible that he wanted a xylophone mallet to see if it would ring like in those old cartoon skeleton movies?...Probably. He looked down to his own shoulder and sighed, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. "Fiiiine. You win this one. My shoulder's too bulky and makes the gown strangle me," he grumbled, rolling them. He sat back in his wheelchair, lifting his chin to the fellow inmate. His eyes shifted around, head turning to make sure no one was watching before he leaned his elbow on the armrest and whispered the dangerous crime he'd committed. "...Heart attack. What'd you do?" He lifted his chin to her, brows lifting.


"Oh, he's muuuch worse.." She loved Craig, but come on. Sierra stop trying to climb out of the window! Sierra go to rehab. Sierra, the janitor doesn't have any drugs, stop following him. Sierra give the drugs back to the janitor! God... Couldn't do nothing! If he'd tried it, she probably would've laughed. Then bruised. When he spoke of his crime, she seemed surprised and a bit delighted to have something in common. "Sa-hame!" she chirped. She was younger than him, though. Late teens, early twenties type deal. "...drugs.." She'd explain before he'd ask.


His eyes widened some when she said her Warden was worse. "...Ours need to never meet.." he whispered. "Don't need 'em gangin' up on us," and just for emphasis, he cast a look to see the progress in Ada's jello fetching. After a second, he drew his eyes back to the girl and her delighted expression. He raised a brow, wondering what was so good about it, then she told him. The second brow matched the first as he tilted his head, seeming confused. It was surprising for him to have a heart attack, he was 30 and relatively healthy. She looked younger than him. "For real? Wh--" He didn't get the chance to ask when she told him. He almost snorted with how honest she was. "Well, that answers it." He looked her over. Among other things.. "No clue on my end," he frowned. "I mean, the car explosion...s.. probably didn't help, but..." he shrugged, looking at her for a long moment before he held out his hand. "Malcolm Fox, darlin'. Welcome to the Heart Attack Club. It's like... the Mile High Club, except nothing like it, and a lot less fun," he laughed - almost bitterly, but he bit it back.


"Yeah, agreed. We can only hang out in secret," she snickered and lifted her chin some. She went back to picking and playing with her pudding, following his gaze to the girl fetching jello. She seemed to still be looking for something herself, carrying 2 cups of blue jello, and a cup of green just in case he changed his mind. "Wife?" she asked. "Yeah, my parents would be so proud..." she snorted and shook her head. "Car explosions? Really? Plural?" brow furrowing before introductions were made. "Sierra Owens, never been on a plane," taking his hand with her own icicle one.


"Oooh, secret hang outs. About time there was somethin' exciting around here," he scoffed. His expression grew a bit more like steel when she questioned Ada being his wife and he shook his head. "Nah, ass...isstant..." He squinted. It was complicated. No, she's not my wife! I did fuck her, she told me she loved me, but I'm an insufferable fuckwad who can't keep his dick in his pants. So that ain't gonna happen, darlin'! He kept that to himself. "Wait," he deadpanned, turning his eyes on her seriously. "It's not every parent's dream to have their kid hooked on drugs? Shit, guess it's a good thing I'm snipped..." He shook his head before smirking. "Yes. Plural. I mean, it's more like one and a half..." Squint. "Quarter. Her car blew up my car, but hers was basically a rust bucket on wheels... Told her it was gon' happen," he muttered the last part. He didn't seem bothered by the fact his car was blown to smithereens though. His hand seemed to swallow her frigid, tiny one in the shake he seemed almost overly careful with. "Remind me to buy you some mittens, Sierra," he narrowed his eyes on her. "Or keep you around in the summer," he smirked. Insta-cool! "It's not as fun as you'd think it would be. The only perk is the Mile High Club. The trip itself is pretty boring," he sighed. "Helicopters on the other hand.." He looked at her with a nod. That shit was fun.

Cellmates and Confidants



That day ended like the ones leading up to it. The only abnormality was they'd returned from the cafeteria to find that Sierra had made herself at home in his room.

Today was a new day, and Sierra was having her afternoon nap, turned away from them. Ada would glance up from her crossword puzzle every now and again, pursing her lips in worry to Sierra's overall form. She'd taken to constantly ask the girl if she wanted food. God, I'm turning into my mother... Was that so bad, though? Ada chewed on her lip, mouthing out the hints and saying the words aloud every now and again. "Oh, defeat." The girl muttered, and began scribbling it down.


Malcolm was a bit confused, but unbothered to the revelation that he was going to be sharing a room with Sierra. He'd clearly already bonded with the fellow inmate, though he'd turn his head away and shun her now and then when she wouldn't let him into the Mitten Sex Club. It lasted all of five minutes though.

While Sierra was napping, and Ada was doing more crossword puzzles, Malcolm was flipping through channels on the television with the volume down low. Just enough to be heard without bothering the sleeping Sierra. "Man... TV has gone to ****... Why don't hospitals have Netflix?" He grumble-mutter-ranted. "You'd think as high as hospital bills are.. the least they could do is give the inmates Netflix. Maybe I want some Netflix and Chill with my heart attack." Pause. Click. "....****ers."


The girl raised a brow over to him as he bitched, and then rolled her eyes. "You know, we could always hook an HDMI cord up to a laptop and the TV, and use Netflix that way, right...?" Sure, it shouldn't be that complicated, but Malcolm was acting as if it were impossible! "I'll text someone to bring my laptop, and you can have your Netflix," she scoffed and went for her phone.


He was squinting up at the television screen, making that dopey face of someone trying to get their vision to clear out. He hadn't bothered wearing his contacts after the last couple days, and refused to have someone fetch his Kent Glasses for him. "..........." He blinked as his face smoothed over blankly, eyes and head slowly turning away from the television to look at Ada. "....I didn't think about that." He sighed when she mentioned bringing Netflix, head falling to the pillow. "Good, I'm so tired of watching the Price Is Right." He clicked the next channel over, pausing then slowly lowering the remote to the bed. "There's nothing else on," he muttered, not looking at her, but answering before she could say anything.

It was a Soap Opera on basic cable.


Ada had given up on the glasses/contacts, or so it seemed. She might've included that in the texts she sent out. He wasn't her first choice, but she'd gotten kind of desperate, and...she did miss him a little bit. Though, she hadn't given Malcolm any warning, mostly because she didn't trust him not to try and climb out the window. She'd sat, uncomfortably in her chair while they waited, and Malcolm bitchbitchbitched all throughout the wait.

Okay, perhaps a slight exaggeration, but still. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and she turned in her chair to look, barely wincing at the pain in her neck. Rakesh slid inside with a bag in his hand. Ada stood up, and smiled as he moved to kiss her on the cheek before turning his attention to Malcolm. "You must be the big bad boss I've heard so much about," though it was said in such a friendly manner. "I'm Rakesh, and I believe these are for you?" he smiled and handed out the glasses case. "Though, Ada looks like she could use a new pair herself." Brow quirk.


Ada returned the cheek kiss and smiled, "It's good to see you," she mumbled. Then he took to introducing himself, and she smiled awkwardly while shooting Malcolm a look like, be nice, mothalicka....


He didn't bitchbitchbitch the whole damn time. Just during commercials. The rest of the time, he quietly watched his Soap Opera that he claimed was the only thing on. Then start right up again when the commercial came on. I'm hungry. Their food sucks... well, their food sucks except for their jello. I like their blue. Wait, no. Green. Yeahhhhh greeen. Their meatloaf looks like dog crap... smells like it, too. Don't tell me it's not dog shit! I know it is! M'not gonna eat i-- oh. Show's on.

But the knock on the door had him looking over and squinting to the door. He watched the blurry stranger enter the room, shooting the less-blurry Ada a questionable look when she got up to greet them. His chin lifted when he was mentioned as the big bad boss, and he smirked. "That would be me, as you tell I'm pretty damn intimidating in this gown," he snickered, biting back the bitter tone. No, he wasn't bitter about the gown, he was bitter that they wouldn't let him wear his own clothes yet! At least give him some damn shorts or som'n... he'd already dubbed the gown as Cheek Chillers. He... couldn't see who the man was he was talking to, but he took care of the name as he tilted his head.


"Rak..eshh..." He trailed off, looking to what he was holding when he handed them over. "Uh huh, I see Ada was sneaky," he sighed, taking the case. "Thanks." He opened the case, slipping out the glasses and put them on... to reveal his worst nightmare.


Habbidooboo... His mouth opened, like that was the exact thing that was going to come out of his mouth... until he caught the look Ada gave him and he grumbled.

"Yeah, she does. I told her to order some on my card, but she's stubborn," he muttered blandly, reaching out for the remote and suuuubtly changing the channel. They can't know about the Soaps..


A laugh left him, "I think it's the tattoos," he nodded on the sentiment to the gown. Then snickered when he spoke of Ada being sneaky. "She's certainly a clever one," Rakesh agreed. He was Malcolm's worst nightmare? Flattering! Rakesh looked between the two, because the town change was pretty obvious. "It's good to finally meet you," he smiled. Ada had worked on taking the bag from him and began trying to set it up. He turned around to look at her and then smiled awkwardly and pointed lazily, "I should.." and then he was moving away. "Please," he said, taking the laptop from her. "Let me."


Ada took a step back when Rakesh requested control. She bit her lip as she watched him, but then turned over to Malcolm. "Can you finally see, Kent?" she crinkled her nose. A laugh left Habbi--Rakesh at the nickname. She went back to sitting in her chair after a moment.


"Just the tattoos? Well, shit. Guess all that time spent at the gym was a waste of time," he muttered. He was being civil!... If not stand-offish. He had his business face going on, mixed with a little bit of we will never be friends, hatechu. Okay, maybe not his worst nightmare, 'cause he had a few things higher on that list of fears. But he was in the top 5. "Good to put a face to the name," he gave his business smile, then watched the horror show of Ada swooning over Mr. Netflix White Knight. A scowl started to take place on his lips until Ada asked him a question and it was gone in a split second, totally innocent instead as he lifted his brows. He narrowed his eyes on her for the nickname, jaw tensing as Habbidooboo laughed at it. "I see som'n alright, Wong," bull****! "Smell it too," he mumbled under his breath. Bullsh**********t.


"Wong? Now I don't get that one," he admitted with a frown. He looked like he was questioning whether or not Malcolm knew that Ada wasn't Asian. Rakesh had finished the set up, and turned. "Alright, big guy," seriously he didn't even sound patronizing. "What would you like to watch?" But something about Ada caught his eye as he glanced over just in time to see her nursing an ache in her neck. "Don't tell me you've been sleeping in that chair," he frowned and started over her way. "Here, sit up straight and then relax.." he muttered, moving behind the furniture to grab either side of her head. "Just try and relax," he whispered, "I'm a bit of a chiropractor on the side," the man snickered. Then he jolted her head to one side.


Ada put her hands up, "No.. It's fine," but still did what he told her to do. "No, that's really not necessar--" Craaaack!Craaaaaack! Ada's eyes went wide and she seemed to melt in the chair. "Ohm'god," she rolled her eyes shut. "It's gone that'ssoamazinnnng..." Swoon. SWOOON.

Sierra was just lucky Craig had rehearsals at an inconvenient time... Or he'd be there! Giving her Hell for trying to escape again! "If I where you... I'd be finding a strapping, muscular rich guy to buy me a bunch of shit," he eyed her with a smirk. "Total Pretty Woman transformation," he nodded firmly like he was a Spirit Guide. "But, that's just me." He looked over to the bed, snatching up a blanket. He didn't have his jacket here... mostly because he was sure either Ada hid it, or she was waiting until it was time for him to leave before giving it to him. You can't leave! Not if you wanna freeze your giblets off! Fuck it, it was Cheek Chiller time. He flashed her a million dollar smile and waggled his brows at her. "Dodging, but effective dodging," he snapped his fingers to her. He didn't even deny it, if only because it was so blatantly obvious. The IV buddies were on their way to the door and he reached out to pull the door open, poking his head out and looking around. "Coast is cl-- wait," he ducked his head back in, waiting until the voices down the hall grew more distant before he glanced back at her and nodded. "Alright, let's go~" He pulled open the door and slipped out, which would've been smoother if he wasn't dragging along his Ball and Chain. This time, it wasn't a woman, either!


"Yeah, I thought about that... Turns out, there's not a lot of room in the Rich Guy Market for a short, pale, skeleton," she made a face at him and rolled her eyes. She sniffed once and moved toward the door. He played a good lookout, and she trusted him. Pausing and peeking before following after as he slipped outside. She took lead and led them into that open balcony, immediately stiffening up from the cold. She worked out a cigarette and lit it before offering him the pack.


He scoffed, and rolled his own eyes. "Darlin', you just haven't met the right Rich Guy. Like you said," he gestured to her. "Short, pale, skeleton. Can't imagine you take up much room," he teased her with a smirk. But then the IV not-ninjas were on their way to the balcony to fuck up their hearts even more. He'd managed to wrap the blanket around himself, holding one corner with his IV hand, then the other corner when he wrapped it around. At least his ass was covered now. He followed her out, but once that cold hit him.. she wasn't the only one to stiffen up. "Ngh," he grunted, squeezing one eye shut. "Welp. I'm a woman now," he mumbled, opening the eye when she held out the pack and took it, working a stick out before he lit it. Cheeks hollowed from the drag as he held out the pack, and he sighed it out a moment later. "Mn, alright... props. This... feels so good." He couldn't fuq, but after being pent up in a hospital, that smoke was fantastic right now.


"Not too much...and I'm pretty cheap too once you get past the drugs..." Once she was lit up and had the pack back in her hand, she went for the ground. She sat down awkwardly and bunched herself up like a bird before swiping her nose. Smoking silently, she snickered some. "I knew it was only a matter of time before those words would come out of your mouth," she snorted. Then lifted her chin, "I know, right..." Upon putting the pack back in her pocket, she heard and felt that crinkle. The baggie of powder was taken out and she stared at it for a moment. I'll just get a little high..


"Eh, I've known a couple drug dealers.. can't imagine they'd be too difficult to get a hold of again," he snickered. His eyes lowered to her when she sat... and it just made him shudder. But she didn't have dangly bits that might get stuck to the cold ground... it was a recurring fear! Shut up! He blinked, squinting down at her. "Wait, me bein' a woman or this being a good idea?.." He eyed her like she should choose wisely before he heard the crinkle of plastic in the ground and saw the powder back. "...Really?" He raised a brow, "I mean, you're in the right place if you get fucked up again," he snorted. "But you know if they see that shit in your system, they're gonna take all your shit and keep you longer." He reasoned, but didn't make a move to stop her. "Your choice," he shrugged. Oh, and Ada's gonna kill me if you get junked up and I didn't stop you. He didn't mention that part, though.


"Are you the rich guy I've been waiting for?" she teased him and rolled those eyes. She shivered lightly as she held the smoke to her lips and took in a deep breath. "You being a woman," she snorted. Then the bag was found and she was staring at her as he weighed the options for her. "Yeah, I know... I'm just...trying to decide if it's worth it," she chewed her cheek and took in a deep breath. "Nah, not yet..." Pocketing the stash, she looked up at him. "Pathetic, huh?" she snorted.


"I just might be... or it could be some guy name Frank, who's to know if you don't give it a shot?" His brows rose at her, lips twitching as they threatened to draw upward. He snorted, rolling his eyes before he drew more smoke into his lungs. "You're just jealous my pecks are bigger than your tits," he teased, and then his smirk did come through. He looked down at her, letting her come to the conclusion on her own and nodded when she decided against it. "Atta girl," he nodded. When she asked, he sighed, paused, took a drag, then sighed it out again before shaking his head. "Nah, not the most pathetic thing I've seen.." He admitted. Glancing down at her, his expression was completely serious. "....I got horny over jello today, that's pathetic."


The girl pursed her lips in thought before nodding slowly. "I think...I might be into giving the whole pretty woman thing a shot.." It wasn't as if she'd gone her whole life without knowing that plot. How could she? "Pffft what tits?" she rolled those eyes. She puffed quick on her cigarette and laughed out when he tried to compete on her level of pathetic. "I can't even tell you the last time I got horny...or had the urge to.. y'know," she held up two fingers and hooked them a moment.


"I mean.. what do you really got to lose?" He squinted at her, and she at least seemed to get his awful sense of humor. Or at least didn't seem to take offense to it. 'Cause... he was pretty offensive. He was relatively sure he'd have racked up a pretty penny in the D-bag Jar with her already otherwise. "Hey," he lifted those scissored fingers up, brows soaring. "Mosquito bites deserve love too. Don't knock the tiddies," he shook his head, glowering playfully at her like she was neglecting her poor boobies some deserved love. But then he just stared at her for a moment. "Nothing? At all? Jesus..." Why do I envy that?...but not... all the time... if there was a middle ground.. "It's been four... five?... days, and it feels like I'm dying," he puffed his cheeks, melodramatic as ever. "At this point... I think Nurse Clawfingers is do-able." She was older woman, in her fifties, with too much eye shadow, too much blush, and nails that made him feel like he was going to get shoved into an oven while she cackled about the upcoming Beefcake pie she was gonna have for dinner. "Total grilled cheese sandwich.." he muttered, making his face. "But give it another day... I'll probably hit on her," he forecasted mournfully.


"I don't have jack shit to lose," she muttered with a shrug, and then narrowed her big browns up at him. She wasn't so easily offended it seemed. She snickered some at his defense over her titties, and envy of her low libido, just shaking that head. "Nothing...haven't thought about it in years..." That's just how long she hadn't thought about it, too! "That's all?" when he stated his timeline. "Mn, nurse Clawfingers is kinda scary...but also seems like she'd be weirdly tender, and maybe teach you some things," she pondered it over a smoke. "Careful, she might take you up on it..."


"That's the spirit! We're gonna Pretty Woman you so haaard~" He sang, seeming rather keen on the idea. He took another puff of his cigarette, making a face. He couldn't imagine going years without even thinking about it. "That's all.." He muttered, releasing the smoke through his nose then stared down at her, mortified, at the image she put in his head. "Don't... don't you say those things to me... don't make me thi--ohgod," he hissed, closing his eyes. It twitched. "Nghhhhh, that's exactly what I'm worried about!" He let out a bark of a laugh. "I'm just gonna avoid her the rest of the time I'm here." At that point... he might welcome another heart attack to do him in. He wasn't so sure he could redeem himself after that one, or scrub the images away from his brain with enough bleach and soap. "Okay, no more sex talk, or I'm gonna have to go to the men's room and rub out a quickie.." He muttered, just to hook the neck of his gown and pulled it out a little bit, double chinning it to peek down there. "It's down there... somewhere.. know it is.."


"Not too hard, I hope.." she snickered and held the cigarette to her lips with a violently trembling hand. She didn't do well in the cold, go figure. Still, even in the freezing temperatures, she cackled out when he struggled. "Avoid her! I'll help," she scrunched her nose and held her chin up like she was just the best friend a boy could have. Then he spoke of quickies in the men's room, and whether or not his dick was there. She grabbed a fistfull of gown and lifted it, ducking her head under. Then she patted his lower thigh with a hand that was colder than it was outside. "You're good boss, still there." Taking a final drag, she flicked the cigarette off of the balcony and held up her hands. "Help'me up~"


"Unbelievably hard," he told her seriously. "Like... blow your mind, my money, and a nut hard. You can be the ultimate tease... wanted, but never put out, True Snob," he laughed, shaking his head. "See... I knew you'd be useful," he pointed at her, and squinted. He was just about to take a drag when she caught a fist of gown and lifted it, "YOWZAH!" He yelped, shifting his weight. "Ngh! That was a ****in' dra-haaaaaaft." Did she touch his thigh, or was he getting a prostate exam? It sure sounded like the second! One eye was squeezed tightly closed, and he snickered when she gave him the clear bill of... having a dick still. "Well, that's one way to check under the hood," he wrinkled his nose down at her, but had been relatively shameless, even in his shriveled state. He finally took the drag, flicking the smoke over the balcony whether he was done or not, and took the hands offered, easily hoisting the tiny bitch up. "I swear... your hands work better than a cold shower," he snorted, nodding his head to the door. "C'mon, Chihuahua, let's you warm again before you become your own vibrator. Bzz! Bzz!" He teased her, leaning all up in her face with the sounds before he grinned and opened the door to shuffle his way inside with the IV.

The way he was comparing this place to Nazi Germany was making her want to just give up on him. Just throw her hands in the air, Do whatever you want, Malcolm... I don't care anymore... Straight up give up on that fool! She didn't though, if only because she was busy staring daggers at him as she began a slow approach to the bed, teeth clenched as he stood his bedground. "No... Not that. What was that last part?" Prudence McNunNazi..? She tilted her head some and her jaw clenched tighter. "....call me Prudence McNunNazi (flawless!) one. more. time." Leeeeaaaan.


A part of him wouldn't blame her for giving up on him, but another part of him would've tried to jump out the window anyways. Time to party in Hell, bitches! They'll let me fuck and drink and smoke as much as I WANT! But like her, he was too busy trying to make his (dramatic, if not stupid) point. He glowered at her through the approach, fearless and unrelenting. "I think you heard me the first time," he grumbled. But when she leaaaaaaned in toward him, his chin tipped that much higher and his brows soared, one arm lifting from it's crossed position as he lifted one index finger next. One moment, it said. Then he cleared his throat, just to make sure she heard him clearly. "Prudence...." Glare! "McNun. Nazi."


Then Ada stabbed him 43 times in the face. The end.


If he jumped out the window, that bitch would never forgive him! Also she'd call Martyr and just have him brought back. Wait, weren't they on the second floor?... He'd be fiiiiine. "I want you to say it again," she grumbled back, all tough like. Then he said it, and she straightened out, moving for the door. Except she didn't leave, she just closed it. Then she was stomping back over to him, pulling the covers away and immediately moving to go up his open gown and down his boxers. "I'm done with you acting like this..."


Nooooooooooooooo. Don't call the Big Butt! Too many memories, man... he sees that butt, he's done for! Like watching a hypnotist's watch.. Yes, it was the second floor. .. Okay, so his problems might get worse when he becomes paraplegic and can't feel anything from the waist down. ...Oh god. He couldn't imagine a worse fate... Maybe he'd just stop trying to jump out the window. He sat his bedground, and snorted when she started to walk away. "I regret nothing," he turned his head away defiantly, seeming to clearly think she was leaving until she closed the door. Only then did he look, just to find she hadn't closed it behind her. One brow arched as she stomped back to him. "If you're gonna smother me with a pillow, darlin'... you should know they're probably gonna lock you up in the nu--whoa, what'reyoudoin'?" His eyes widened, hands shooting up to shoulder height like he was surrendering. "Smother me with a pillow, fine! You don't gonna ri....ngh.."

--------------

She pulled into an upright position and wiped her mouth, staring at him for a moment before turning her eyes away.. Was she ashamed? Guilty? Not particularly, no. She just...wasn't sure what to say to the ***hole.


His chest rose and fell as he tried to keep his heart rate at a semi-normal pace. It was quickened, but not life threatening as he panted softly from the climax. Lifting his head up in that dopey post-orgasm state, he opened his eyes slowly to see her looking away. He swallowed himself, turning his eyes away, there was definitely guilt and shame in his. He felt like a total asshat for how he'd acted, and looking down, he put his boxers back in place and cleared his throat but it didn't kill the rasp in his voice. "Thanks," he muttered.

"And... I'm sorry, darlin'..That was.. I mean you were...ngh.." He reached up, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head.


Ada looked around for something decent to wear, but found nothing. Luckily she was shaved or this might be embarrassing. She looked to the door, debating on a coffee before turning those eyes back to him when he began. "Don't mention it," she whispered. Her cheeks were a bit flush, because she'd come back to her own senses finally and realized she just blew her boss. Her boss that she was in love with...in a hospital...with a heart condition...and she was kind of seeing someone.



"If mom and dad are done wrestling, I'd like to come out of my room now..." her soft voice from behind the curtain rang out.


As much as he enjoyed getting diddled by Ada, it always seemed to end up being in the worst ways, huh? After her mother's funeral.... in the hospital after being a Mega Douche to her.. Though at this point.. he was starting to actually question her damn sanity in why she even stuck around him. That is, if she even stuck around this time. He was almost expecting her to just get up and walk out of there, especially to her whisper. "Right," he muttered, and he'd probably owed a lot of money to the jar not only for what they just did, how he acted, but his guilt only seemed to lay with Ada, and not Habbidooboo. Sorry, pal... His mouth opened like he was going to say something until he heard that soft voice that had him looking over to the curtain. "Ah, shit," he snorted, swiping his hand over his face with a snicker. "Yes, honey," he called over. "But only if you promise not to tell your therapist... there'll be extra Christmas presents in it for you..." He rolled his eyes, then sighed. "Damn... we woke up the kid."


Ada's eyes rolled to both of them, "Oh for heck's sake..." she muttered and moved for the curtain. She gave it a yank and brought Sierra in plain sight. She blinked with two big eyes to see the girl eating a vanilla pudding without a care in the world.



So grinned lightly, "Is creamy~" she muttered, drawing a groan from Ada, who seemed to be fed up. She watched the girl move back over to that chair and curl up, snatching back up her crossword puzzle and finding a pen on the table. She seemed to get right back to work. She shoveled another bite in her mouth as her eyes trailed to Malcolm and her brows raised lightly. "Mngh..nommmm..." That was her special way of telling him she wasn't gonna tell a soul!


He had to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from muttering see?! You should've let me return the favor! Ada still seemed relatively stressed and pent up, but he was already up to his neck in the grave he was digging for himself. So he decided not to drown himself in it. His eyes trailed to Sierra when the curtain was drawn back, and couldn't stop the snort to her remark about the pudding. "I wonder if the kitchen has butterscotch," he muttered. "Maybe caramel..." He muttered, 'cause it was still Malcolm... but at least it was Ada's Malcolm now instead of the Sexless Monster he'd been moments before. He raised a brow at Ada simply returning to the crossword puzzle and not rinsing him out of her mouth, but he kept that thought to himself. Still, now he really did want Jello... but... to actually enjoy it instead of let it silently torture him. "M'gonna go to the cafeteria," he muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "You want something from the kitchen?" He asked Ada, standing up. Fuck the rules, fuck the wheelchair, he was tired of feeling like a cripple and needed to stretch his legs.


Oh now he wanted the jello! The floor jello wept that day, cries snuffed out by the pants it was buried beneath. Sierra looked up at him, "I think they have both..." she muttered, not getting the reference. "Vanilla so good tho~" she took another spoonful and let her eyes roll shut. When he asked Ada the question, Sierra smiled sweetly. "A soda sounds good..." What? It was a rare treat for her! Let her have this...



Ada was hungry and she wanted coffee, but when he asked, she was still bitter. Maybe it was his cum in her mouth that she hadn't bothered to rinse out. She hadn't even seemed to notice as she scribbled in a word. She was happy to have Malcolm back, but that didn't mean he wasn't in the doghouse. "I'm fine," she muttered bitterly.


He smirked when Sierra said they had both. "Caramel it is," he muttered, just for the smirk to turn into a grin when she mentioned Vanilla. "Isn't it though?..." He bit back his own bitterness with a snicker, looking to Ada with a tick of brows in wait for an answer... that he got from Sierra first. He winked to the skeleton, 'cause frankly, she could use the fucking calories! If he can get a beej... she can have some fucking soda. But no Coke! ... Triggers, man. Ada radiated bitterness and he lifted his chin when she said she was fine. "Soda," point to Sierra. "And I'll get you a coffee, got it," he muttered, turning before he was wriggling out of his boxers and strutting his gowned ass out of the room. Time to offend some nurses... Part of it might've been for Ada, too.

Yup. Malcolm was back...


Ada rolled her eyes when he read her mind about the coffee. Not the food though! She turned to look at his butt on his way out, and then turned back to her crossword puzzle. While Malcolm was gone, the conversation went something like this.

"So, how're y--"
The pen was slammed down, "He just makes me so madddd I could scream..."
"So, why--"
"You wouldn't understand, we met--and I saved him, and then he kinda saved me.. It's this big thing..."
"Okay.. So.."
"I don't know, okay? There's just something about him, and I know I'm stupid and I should just leave, but..."
"But...?"
"I don't...want to be away from him.."
"Have y--"
"Yeah, trust me it did not go well... and I was doing great, but then he had his stupid heart attack, and.."
"And you can't leave now.."
"I don't want to leave. But, when he's better, I think I need to."

Sierra had a gift, really.


Meanwhile, Malcolm was twirling down the hallways with two nurses after him, one of them hurriedly pushing a wheelchair. "Sir! ... Sir! You can't just -- please cover yourself... We don't... it's not tied correctly! ...SIR! PLEASE SIT IN THIS CHAIR."

".....Nope.~"