Alex leaned back into Cait's sofa, balancing a bottle of water on her full stomach. Mexican food wrappers and boxes littered the coffee table, the pilot's second, half-finished burrito sitting, victorious, nearby her. "Connor asked me to go over." Casual talk had been the theme of the day but, she thought it was time to delve into the grungier stuff. "I told him I couldn't."
"Good," announcing around a mouthful of cheesy nachos. Manners have gone out the window since the cravings kicked in. Once she'd swallowed, Cait fixed Alex with a look, lips pursed. "He's unstable, Alex. I mean, threatening to kill himself? What the hell was that all about?"
Alex groaned, rolling her eyes. The bruises weren't so bad today, lighter than they had been the day before. It was a reminder that she'd need to go get them reestablished soon. It was her way of dealing. "I don't know. I mean, he's never done that before. Even when I left, he didn't threaten to..." She bit her lip. Then, after a moment, "I told him it was the most selfish thing to do. Not only to me, but to Eden. You don't just use your Jaeger to commit suicide."
"I don't think for one second that he wanted to commit suicide." Caitlin shifted, tucking one of her legs beneath her. "He just wants your attention. You've finally started to move on and he doesn't like it. He's...throwing a tantrum like a four year old. And I'm glad you're not falling for it. You deserve someone nice like Bashir. I mean, I don't really know him at all, but you know what I mean!"
She gave a small smirk. "Cris said the same thing, about the tantrum." There was a reason why all of them were friends. A reminder like that was nice every once in awhile. Resting her head back on the arm of the couch, she stared up at that ceiling. "You know, just a few months ago, I would have fallen for it. I would have run after him instead of just calling him on the phone. I know where Eden's docked. I could have gone there and stopped him, face to face. But I didn't." Pause, lips pursing. "God, it makes my stomach sick." Cracking open the bottle, she glanced at Cait, an eyebrow raised. "I don't know if 'nice' is the right word to use. I'm not exactly the sweetest peach in the bunch." Sip. "He is pretty hot though." Grin. "And yeah, nice."
"Alright, fine. Nice is not the word. We'll use...adult. Grown-up. Someone with mental capabilities higher than a toddler." She snorted and popped another cheese covered chip in her mouth. Munching thoughtfully, Cait's head tipped to the side. "And yeah, he is hot. Don't tell Deacon I think so, though."
She grinned, which broke out into a laugh. "Don't worry, I won't. The last thing I want is to have him get all angry about my potential new boyfriend." Another sip, eyebrows waggling. When the bottle declined, she rested her head at an awkward angle, peering at Cait. "It's kind of sad though, you know. I've hated Connor for so long for what he did, but I never thought I'd be so disgusted by something he's done." Teeth scraped her lip again. "And yet a part of me still wants to go to him." A hand lifted, palm toward the brunette. "I'm not going to. I'm just saying."
"Better not. I'll have Cris kidnap you and we'll tie you up in my spare bedroom if you ever tried to go back." Winking, Cait finished off her chips and brushed her hands off over her plate. "I think that's just the familiarity talking, though. He's all you've ever known. He's comfortable, in a sense. Know what I mean?"
"The sex is incredible. Can you imagine the best sex ever then put the Drift on top of it?" She watched her friend shift about, jealous. Her stomach was so full, she could have hibernated for a month. "I've only ever been slightly compatible with one other person other than Connor. How am I supposed to get that with someone else? It's like adding a whole other layer to my dating requirements, and I'm already flailing around, helpless."
"I've told you before, this Drift thing should absolutely not be mixed with relationships. No one should ever know a person that intimately. There is supposed to be some mystery. You're just going to have to learn how to navigate the dating pool like the rest of us measly normal people. If I can do it, so can you."
That made her frown. "That's not what I was trying to say, Cait." Pushing herself upright, she started to wrap the tinfoil around her leftovers, stuffing it into a paper bag. After a few more minutes of cleaning up, "I called my dad."
It annoyed Alex that Cris looked down on mundanes. It annoyed Cait that Alex was so vehemently against being seen as mundane. What was wrong with mundane? She helped with the clean up in silence, stewing a little until Alex spoke up.
Trash in hand, she wandered into the kitchen to throw it away and then returned with her hands in her pockets. "How did that go?"
"I haven't talked to him yet." She had finished putting all of the leftover food into bags and boxes, set hers aside and piled whatever would be left for Cait into a miniature tower. She stood with it in hand. "I left him a voicemail to call me. I'm surprised he didn't right away." A small grin, she passed by Cait to put the food in the fridge. "I just need to know what's going on. With the way that Connor was talking, my father's turned into a monster." Walking back into the living room, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I can't see that happening."
She followed Alex into the kitchen and leaned on the island counter. "Does Connor know you called him? Could be that he is trying to drive a wedge between you guys. Pit you against him or something?"
"No, he doesn't know." Leaning back against a counter across from her, arms folding. "I don't know why he would." Nervously, the thumb and finger of one hand started picking at each others cuticles. "I'm beginning to wonder if that time he tried piloting Eden alone did more to his head than anyone thought."
"That's entirely possible." She always started to get a little lost when they got on the topic of Drifting. Sure, she'd seen the movie, but Cait would never fully understand it. Then she shrugged. "But who cares? I don't think you should worry about that. You need to worry about you. He's the only one responsible for his actions."
"I still care about him, Cait." A shoulder rolled in some sort of shrug. "No matter how much I might hate him and what he's become, he was still my co-pilot. We went through a lot together. I can't just leave him to get taken away by whoever, and who knows what would happen to Eden then." They were creeping close to some badlands. She shook her head and sighed. "It'll work out. I just have to keep from sleeping with him." Uneven grin.
"Well I didn't mean forget about him and never talk to him again. I just mean you can't let him keep sucking you back in. Employ the buddy system if you have to. Cris and I will take shifts. If you have to go see Connor, take one of us along." Caitlin smirked.
"How's the fresh engagement going?" Better topic.
Caitlin put her head in her hands, then, and sighed. The topic was on her now. Joy. "It's going. Nothing's happened...it's only been a couple days. I'm still trying to take it all in, ya know?" Looking up, the brunette managed to put a small smile on her face. "I love him. I'd love to get married to him once he gets his shit straight. But this other thing..."
Her mouth opened but snapped shut. The glance to her belly told that she understood, after it taking a second to dawn. "You still don't know what you want to do." Statement, not question, although Cait could correct her at any time.
Brown hair swayed as she shook her head. "It makes me sick to think about. Growing up, I didn't want anything else. I've always wanted to get married young and have kids. But now that I've got one? It just doesn't feel right. I feel scared. Unsettled. Unprepared." They'd had this discussion many times. Cait was so thankful that Alex was a good friend to let her vent her feelings over and over.
At least she was good at something. "You've got time." Bumping herself forward, she, too, leaned on the small island, reaching out to touch the brunette's wrist gently. "You can still change your mind if keeping it doesn't feel right. It'll be tough, but you can do it. I'm going to be here for you no matter what." Reassuring grin.
Her eyes, which looked a little watery now, dropped to Alex's fingers on her wrist. "I know you are. And I'm so thankful for that. You have no idea. The big problem here is that Deacon wants the kid. He was appalled when I mentioned possibly getting rid of it. If I get an abortion, he's going to leave me."
Her lips instantly grew thin. "He can't hold that over you. That's unfair. That's like Connor trying to hold suicide over my head so that I'll go back to him." Fire shot through her veins but the squeeze on Cait's wrist was surprisingly tame. "I know you love him, but you need to do what's best for you. And the baby."
Alex wasn't saying anything she didn't already know. It was nice to hear it out loud, though. "I know. I just don't know that I want a baby this young anymore." A long but quiet sigh leaked out of her lung. "You're right, though. I've got time. I don't have to obsess over this right now. I'm only 8 weeks. Still have a month to make up my mind.? But if she was truthful with herself, she?d already made the decision. She was just trying to work up the courage to go through with it; to find a way to keep Deacon from knowing the truth.
"Right." Another light squeeze. "Listen to yourself and do what's right for you. To hell with everyone else." She tried a comforting smile for her friend.
"How's Cris doing?" Because it was time for a subject change. She didn't like to dwell on the parasite for longer than necessary. Pushing off of the counter, she straightened and rolled her shoulders. "I haven't talked to him since that day he decided Melanie was coming along on our camping trip."
She felt guilty. Not for Cait's baby problem, but because she had talked to Cris many times since then. "He's good." Pushing upright, she ran both hands back through her style-less hair. "From what I can tell, anyway. Nothing's really changed for him. We're going to be fighting together at the pits again next week." Where it would probably make the brunette frown, the blonde smiled.
"It feels like we haven't all hung out in forever." Because they hadn't. "I was really looking forward to this trip together. Did he say anything to you about it? Did you tell him he's a moron?"
"Not yet." She had been too busy being mad at him at the time. Dropping her hands to her sides. "I feel bad. Mel actually seems pretty excited about it. She mentions it to me every time I see her."
"Meh." The brunette made a face like sour grapes. "Let's invite Bashir."
She gave a laugh. "Actually, I think he would go." Her nose scrunched up a little bit. "Is it weird that I hope he and Cris get along really well? He so needs a guy friend. I'm not the best substitute." Little wiggle of her brow.
"He really does. And, honestly, I think as much as I'd love for it to happen, Deacon's just not going to be a part of the group. Bashir seems nice. I think he and Cris would get along nicely. Have they met?" She couldn't remember.
"Yep. When Bashir and I first met, Cris came in just as I was leaving." Arms going up, she gave into a full-body stretch.
"Did I tell you that Deacon met Bashir the other day?"
"No. But Bashir mentioned it. Didn't say much about it, though." A look. "What did he say?"
The brunette groaned. "He just happened to come in as I was reminding Bashir to fly the plane with no shirt on."
"Oh god," she winced. "Bashir said something about that. You got it smoothed over, right?"
"Yeah, I think so," assuring her quickly. "Made sure to point out that he was going on a date with you. So obviously nothing going on between me an' him."
She groaned, eyes rolling. "Should I be afraid that Deke's going to chase him off? I really think your boyfriend thinks I'm the plague." Am, not have.
"No, I'll smack him if he starts anything." Chuckling.
Alex grins. "Good. All I need is for all of the guys I meet to go running for the hills, screaming. I can do that all on my own, thank you very much." Wink. "Feel like going out?" Moving back for the living room.
Caitlin didn?t answer right away. She?d been struck with an idea. A way to accomplish her goal without losing Deacon. But she?d need a favor from someone who wasn?t likely to give it. "I actually have a couple, um, errands to run. I need to drop by work to ask Canaan a question, too. Want to meet back up somewhere? I've got the whole day off."
"Yeah, sure." Grabbing the leather jacket she had slung across the back of a chair. She'd drop it off back at the warehouse. It was too hot for even her to wear it. "I'll probably go to the Inn. Nothing better to do."
"Okay, cool." She grinned and tucked her hands into her khaki shorts. "I'll meet you there in a couple hours."
"Sounds good." Nabbing her bag of leftovers, she shot Cait a grin over her shoulder. "See you."
"Good," announcing around a mouthful of cheesy nachos. Manners have gone out the window since the cravings kicked in. Once she'd swallowed, Cait fixed Alex with a look, lips pursed. "He's unstable, Alex. I mean, threatening to kill himself? What the hell was that all about?"
Alex groaned, rolling her eyes. The bruises weren't so bad today, lighter than they had been the day before. It was a reminder that she'd need to go get them reestablished soon. It was her way of dealing. "I don't know. I mean, he's never done that before. Even when I left, he didn't threaten to..." She bit her lip. Then, after a moment, "I told him it was the most selfish thing to do. Not only to me, but to Eden. You don't just use your Jaeger to commit suicide."
"I don't think for one second that he wanted to commit suicide." Caitlin shifted, tucking one of her legs beneath her. "He just wants your attention. You've finally started to move on and he doesn't like it. He's...throwing a tantrum like a four year old. And I'm glad you're not falling for it. You deserve someone nice like Bashir. I mean, I don't really know him at all, but you know what I mean!"
She gave a small smirk. "Cris said the same thing, about the tantrum." There was a reason why all of them were friends. A reminder like that was nice every once in awhile. Resting her head back on the arm of the couch, she stared up at that ceiling. "You know, just a few months ago, I would have fallen for it. I would have run after him instead of just calling him on the phone. I know where Eden's docked. I could have gone there and stopped him, face to face. But I didn't." Pause, lips pursing. "God, it makes my stomach sick." Cracking open the bottle, she glanced at Cait, an eyebrow raised. "I don't know if 'nice' is the right word to use. I'm not exactly the sweetest peach in the bunch." Sip. "He is pretty hot though." Grin. "And yeah, nice."
"Alright, fine. Nice is not the word. We'll use...adult. Grown-up. Someone with mental capabilities higher than a toddler." She snorted and popped another cheese covered chip in her mouth. Munching thoughtfully, Cait's head tipped to the side. "And yeah, he is hot. Don't tell Deacon I think so, though."
She grinned, which broke out into a laugh. "Don't worry, I won't. The last thing I want is to have him get all angry about my potential new boyfriend." Another sip, eyebrows waggling. When the bottle declined, she rested her head at an awkward angle, peering at Cait. "It's kind of sad though, you know. I've hated Connor for so long for what he did, but I never thought I'd be so disgusted by something he's done." Teeth scraped her lip again. "And yet a part of me still wants to go to him." A hand lifted, palm toward the brunette. "I'm not going to. I'm just saying."
"Better not. I'll have Cris kidnap you and we'll tie you up in my spare bedroom if you ever tried to go back." Winking, Cait finished off her chips and brushed her hands off over her plate. "I think that's just the familiarity talking, though. He's all you've ever known. He's comfortable, in a sense. Know what I mean?"
"The sex is incredible. Can you imagine the best sex ever then put the Drift on top of it?" She watched her friend shift about, jealous. Her stomach was so full, she could have hibernated for a month. "I've only ever been slightly compatible with one other person other than Connor. How am I supposed to get that with someone else? It's like adding a whole other layer to my dating requirements, and I'm already flailing around, helpless."
"I've told you before, this Drift thing should absolutely not be mixed with relationships. No one should ever know a person that intimately. There is supposed to be some mystery. You're just going to have to learn how to navigate the dating pool like the rest of us measly normal people. If I can do it, so can you."
That made her frown. "That's not what I was trying to say, Cait." Pushing herself upright, she started to wrap the tinfoil around her leftovers, stuffing it into a paper bag. After a few more minutes of cleaning up, "I called my dad."
It annoyed Alex that Cris looked down on mundanes. It annoyed Cait that Alex was so vehemently against being seen as mundane. What was wrong with mundane? She helped with the clean up in silence, stewing a little until Alex spoke up.
Trash in hand, she wandered into the kitchen to throw it away and then returned with her hands in her pockets. "How did that go?"
"I haven't talked to him yet." She had finished putting all of the leftover food into bags and boxes, set hers aside and piled whatever would be left for Cait into a miniature tower. She stood with it in hand. "I left him a voicemail to call me. I'm surprised he didn't right away." A small grin, she passed by Cait to put the food in the fridge. "I just need to know what's going on. With the way that Connor was talking, my father's turned into a monster." Walking back into the living room, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I can't see that happening."
She followed Alex into the kitchen and leaned on the island counter. "Does Connor know you called him? Could be that he is trying to drive a wedge between you guys. Pit you against him or something?"
"No, he doesn't know." Leaning back against a counter across from her, arms folding. "I don't know why he would." Nervously, the thumb and finger of one hand started picking at each others cuticles. "I'm beginning to wonder if that time he tried piloting Eden alone did more to his head than anyone thought."
"That's entirely possible." She always started to get a little lost when they got on the topic of Drifting. Sure, she'd seen the movie, but Cait would never fully understand it. Then she shrugged. "But who cares? I don't think you should worry about that. You need to worry about you. He's the only one responsible for his actions."
"I still care about him, Cait." A shoulder rolled in some sort of shrug. "No matter how much I might hate him and what he's become, he was still my co-pilot. We went through a lot together. I can't just leave him to get taken away by whoever, and who knows what would happen to Eden then." They were creeping close to some badlands. She shook her head and sighed. "It'll work out. I just have to keep from sleeping with him." Uneven grin.
"Well I didn't mean forget about him and never talk to him again. I just mean you can't let him keep sucking you back in. Employ the buddy system if you have to. Cris and I will take shifts. If you have to go see Connor, take one of us along." Caitlin smirked.
"How's the fresh engagement going?" Better topic.
Caitlin put her head in her hands, then, and sighed. The topic was on her now. Joy. "It's going. Nothing's happened...it's only been a couple days. I'm still trying to take it all in, ya know?" Looking up, the brunette managed to put a small smile on her face. "I love him. I'd love to get married to him once he gets his shit straight. But this other thing..."
Her mouth opened but snapped shut. The glance to her belly told that she understood, after it taking a second to dawn. "You still don't know what you want to do." Statement, not question, although Cait could correct her at any time.
Brown hair swayed as she shook her head. "It makes me sick to think about. Growing up, I didn't want anything else. I've always wanted to get married young and have kids. But now that I've got one? It just doesn't feel right. I feel scared. Unsettled. Unprepared." They'd had this discussion many times. Cait was so thankful that Alex was a good friend to let her vent her feelings over and over.
At least she was good at something. "You've got time." Bumping herself forward, she, too, leaned on the small island, reaching out to touch the brunette's wrist gently. "You can still change your mind if keeping it doesn't feel right. It'll be tough, but you can do it. I'm going to be here for you no matter what." Reassuring grin.
Her eyes, which looked a little watery now, dropped to Alex's fingers on her wrist. "I know you are. And I'm so thankful for that. You have no idea. The big problem here is that Deacon wants the kid. He was appalled when I mentioned possibly getting rid of it. If I get an abortion, he's going to leave me."
Her lips instantly grew thin. "He can't hold that over you. That's unfair. That's like Connor trying to hold suicide over my head so that I'll go back to him." Fire shot through her veins but the squeeze on Cait's wrist was surprisingly tame. "I know you love him, but you need to do what's best for you. And the baby."
Alex wasn't saying anything she didn't already know. It was nice to hear it out loud, though. "I know. I just don't know that I want a baby this young anymore." A long but quiet sigh leaked out of her lung. "You're right, though. I've got time. I don't have to obsess over this right now. I'm only 8 weeks. Still have a month to make up my mind.? But if she was truthful with herself, she?d already made the decision. She was just trying to work up the courage to go through with it; to find a way to keep Deacon from knowing the truth.
"Right." Another light squeeze. "Listen to yourself and do what's right for you. To hell with everyone else." She tried a comforting smile for her friend.
"How's Cris doing?" Because it was time for a subject change. She didn't like to dwell on the parasite for longer than necessary. Pushing off of the counter, she straightened and rolled her shoulders. "I haven't talked to him since that day he decided Melanie was coming along on our camping trip."
She felt guilty. Not for Cait's baby problem, but because she had talked to Cris many times since then. "He's good." Pushing upright, she ran both hands back through her style-less hair. "From what I can tell, anyway. Nothing's really changed for him. We're going to be fighting together at the pits again next week." Where it would probably make the brunette frown, the blonde smiled.
"It feels like we haven't all hung out in forever." Because they hadn't. "I was really looking forward to this trip together. Did he say anything to you about it? Did you tell him he's a moron?"
"Not yet." She had been too busy being mad at him at the time. Dropping her hands to her sides. "I feel bad. Mel actually seems pretty excited about it. She mentions it to me every time I see her."
"Meh." The brunette made a face like sour grapes. "Let's invite Bashir."
She gave a laugh. "Actually, I think he would go." Her nose scrunched up a little bit. "Is it weird that I hope he and Cris get along really well? He so needs a guy friend. I'm not the best substitute." Little wiggle of her brow.
"He really does. And, honestly, I think as much as I'd love for it to happen, Deacon's just not going to be a part of the group. Bashir seems nice. I think he and Cris would get along nicely. Have they met?" She couldn't remember.
"Yep. When Bashir and I first met, Cris came in just as I was leaving." Arms going up, she gave into a full-body stretch.
"Did I tell you that Deacon met Bashir the other day?"
"No. But Bashir mentioned it. Didn't say much about it, though." A look. "What did he say?"
The brunette groaned. "He just happened to come in as I was reminding Bashir to fly the plane with no shirt on."
"Oh god," she winced. "Bashir said something about that. You got it smoothed over, right?"
"Yeah, I think so," assuring her quickly. "Made sure to point out that he was going on a date with you. So obviously nothing going on between me an' him."
She groaned, eyes rolling. "Should I be afraid that Deke's going to chase him off? I really think your boyfriend thinks I'm the plague." Am, not have.
"No, I'll smack him if he starts anything." Chuckling.
Alex grins. "Good. All I need is for all of the guys I meet to go running for the hills, screaming. I can do that all on my own, thank you very much." Wink. "Feel like going out?" Moving back for the living room.
Caitlin didn?t answer right away. She?d been struck with an idea. A way to accomplish her goal without losing Deacon. But she?d need a favor from someone who wasn?t likely to give it. "I actually have a couple, um, errands to run. I need to drop by work to ask Canaan a question, too. Want to meet back up somewhere? I've got the whole day off."
"Yeah, sure." Grabbing the leather jacket she had slung across the back of a chair. She'd drop it off back at the warehouse. It was too hot for even her to wear it. "I'll probably go to the Inn. Nothing better to do."
"Okay, cool." She grinned and tucked her hands into her khaki shorts. "I'll meet you there in a couple hours."
"Sounds good." Nabbing her bag of leftovers, she shot Cait a grin over her shoulder. "See you."