...Or, The Courting of Jamie McCrimmon, In as Many Parts as Necessary
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He wakes up slowly. The first thing he notices is that his pillow is quite warm, a bit firmer than he's used to, and has a heartbeat. The second thing he notices is that it's not a pillow at all, but one Jamie McCrimmon.
The third thing he notices, and the thing that makes him bolt upright, wide awake, is the fact that he's thirty-six once more. Actually, until he looks in a mirror, he can't be certain of that. All he knows is he's no longer seven, which makes being curled up like that a bit inappropriate.
A glance over at Jamie. Fast asleep on his back, hands behind his head, looking for all the world like he fell asleep in some sunlit meadow. He thinks he'd like to see that, one day. Maybe for a date (if they get to dating and not just the odd little friendly, flirting, dancing around the odd attraction they'd had on the beach thing they're doing now) he'll take Jamie on a picnic. Of course, that necessitates exploring to find an appropriate sunlit meadow, with the possibility of hillsides?
He wonders just what the Nexus is doing. First it makes him a child right after he sees Jamie here in Rhy'din for the first time, then turns him back to normal while he's asleep in the same bed as the lad. Which is just? If it's trying to get them together, it's going about things all wrong, he thinks. Except he really doubts that, because if it were trying to do that, it would have likely left that odd attraction in place when it brought them here. (Although, truth be told, he's glad that's something that got left on the beach.) So it's probably just messing with his head. It seems to be a part of the universe, and he finds it patently obvious that the universe has a serious case of insecurity, thus he deduces that the Nexus is also insecure.
The odd, momentary flicker of being seven for a brief second only serves to confirm that theory. Right. He'll shut up about it then, since he kind of likes not being a child.
He gets up, marvelling at how Jamie sleeps still. Truth be told, he's glad for it. While he has no qualms about sleeping next to the lad while he's a wee child, and no questions as to why Jamie would let him share a bed for a nap under those circumstances? It just seems very odd and inappropriate to him now, given that he's trying to figure out how to court the lad.
To the bathroom he heads. And curses soundly under his breath when he looks in the mirror. An adult once more, aye, but barely that. If he's even a day older than the cadet that's running about. Still no scar on his face, which leads him to believe that somehow, the Nexus knows exactly what he looked like at each age and isn't just scaling his appearance up or down? which disturbs him a little. Stupid insec- Right, that flicker of de-aging in the mirror? Not something he'd like to see again. So shutting up that train of thought once more.
A soft sigh as he splashes water over his face. Well, he supposes this age isn't so bad. It's closer to Jamie's, at any rate, which might help. Might not, also, but he's going to go for optimism here.
Besides, he'd be bloody daft to complain about the lack of wrinkles.
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He wakes up slowly. The first thing he notices is that his pillow is quite warm, a bit firmer than he's used to, and has a heartbeat. The second thing he notices is that it's not a pillow at all, but one Jamie McCrimmon.
The third thing he notices, and the thing that makes him bolt upright, wide awake, is the fact that he's thirty-six once more. Actually, until he looks in a mirror, he can't be certain of that. All he knows is he's no longer seven, which makes being curled up like that a bit inappropriate.
A glance over at Jamie. Fast asleep on his back, hands behind his head, looking for all the world like he fell asleep in some sunlit meadow. He thinks he'd like to see that, one day. Maybe for a date (if they get to dating and not just the odd little friendly, flirting, dancing around the odd attraction they'd had on the beach thing they're doing now) he'll take Jamie on a picnic. Of course, that necessitates exploring to find an appropriate sunlit meadow, with the possibility of hillsides?
He wonders just what the Nexus is doing. First it makes him a child right after he sees Jamie here in Rhy'din for the first time, then turns him back to normal while he's asleep in the same bed as the lad. Which is just? If it's trying to get them together, it's going about things all wrong, he thinks. Except he really doubts that, because if it were trying to do that, it would have likely left that odd attraction in place when it brought them here. (Although, truth be told, he's glad that's something that got left on the beach.) So it's probably just messing with his head. It seems to be a part of the universe, and he finds it patently obvious that the universe has a serious case of insecurity, thus he deduces that the Nexus is also insecure.
The odd, momentary flicker of being seven for a brief second only serves to confirm that theory. Right. He'll shut up about it then, since he kind of likes not being a child.
He gets up, marvelling at how Jamie sleeps still. Truth be told, he's glad for it. While he has no qualms about sleeping next to the lad while he's a wee child, and no questions as to why Jamie would let him share a bed for a nap under those circumstances? It just seems very odd and inappropriate to him now, given that he's trying to figure out how to court the lad.
To the bathroom he heads. And curses soundly under his breath when he looks in the mirror. An adult once more, aye, but barely that. If he's even a day older than the cadet that's running about. Still no scar on his face, which leads him to believe that somehow, the Nexus knows exactly what he looked like at each age and isn't just scaling his appearance up or down? which disturbs him a little. Stupid insec- Right, that flicker of de-aging in the mirror? Not something he'd like to see again. So shutting up that train of thought once more.
A soft sigh as he splashes water over his face. Well, he supposes this age isn't so bad. It's closer to Jamie's, at any rate, which might help. Might not, also, but he's going to go for optimism here.
Besides, he'd be bloody daft to complain about the lack of wrinkles.