Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-07 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, olivia moore |
Who: Leon and Liv
What: Leon's first day back at work; Liv's first day back as a zombie
When: January 1st
Where: The morgue
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete
Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since Liv woke up human. And now she had woken up a zombie. Liv couldn’t even fully comprehend her disappointment, her heartbreak. There was a much more pressing matter. She needed to eat. She wasn’t scheduled to work at the morgue, but with a quick text to her boss to let him know she was coming in and a change of clothes Liv headed to the morgue.
She opened the first cold chamber she saw, consuming the woman’s brain, she didn’t even bother to prepare herself a meal first. There, much better. Liv got down to business removing the rest of the brain and separating out some to take home. Just as she finished she heard someone enter the morgue. Liv quickly stashed the container full of brain in the fridge just in time to see Leon walk in.
That was a close one.
“I didn’t know you were back to work.”
Leon paused, briefly, when he saw Liv. It looked like she was back to her old look and it threw him for a moment, but he shook it off. How Liv did her hair and makeup was none of his business.
“Yeah,” Leon said. Back to work and hungover. He had to ring the New Year in properly, of course, and properly meant copious amounts of alcohol and a busty blond, but he had not been expecting the massive hangover the next day. “First day. Got cleared to come back over the weekend. You have that report for the vic who came in this morning yet?”
Oh right, she was back to looking like a zombie. No wonder Leon paused. Sometimes she felt a little bad for the guy. He had to deal with all her changes and he had no idea what was going on. But not as bad as she felt for herself at the moment. She was the one who could no longer be with the man she loved.
“Not yet,” Liv replied. “I just got in.” Well she had gotten in about an hour ago but feeding came first. Priorities. “I was just about to get started but I know how you hate watching autopsies.”
The look on Leon’s face could tell anyone around them how accurate Liv’s statement was. The bodies were the worst part of being in homicide; he didn't need to see them get their rib cages cracked open too. “Just give me a call whenever you're done. I want to get started on this case asap.” He turned to leave, and then frowned thoughtfully. He and Liv might not be bosom buddies, but he thought they were probably close enough where he could offer some friendly advice. “Guess you're back to this look, huh? Too bad. You looked better the other way.”
Liv was about to make a quip about how she never forgot to give him a call. But then he stopped and spoke again. His words stung, more than she expected. Pulled at something in her heart. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her look now. Liv was never one of those zombies who did the whole spray tan and hair dye thing. But it was that she was back to being a zombie. Two blissful weeks of humanity and it was over. Taken from her just like that. Before Liv could control herself she burst into tears. “I l-l-liked it better too,” she managed to get out between sobs. Not that look, but the being human. Being with Dan. And now she never could be again. More tears poured down her cheeks at the thought she had been trying to avoid since she woke up.
Leon froze as the tears started to fall from Liv’s eyes. Panicked, he looked over his shoulders for someone, anyone to bail him out of this. But they were alone. Completely and utterly alone. Where the hell was Ravi?
Goddamn fucking holidays.
He really didn't know what to do with crying women. Should he leave and pretend he never saw anything and let her keep her pride? With Chris, who cried frequently, Leon would make shadow puppets or funny faces or whatever else he could think of to distract him. But none of those options seemed quite appropriate right now. Why the hell was Liv crying anyway? She's the one who got a makeover.
“Hey, it's not so bad,” he said, with an awkward, forced cheerfulness. He patted her awkwardly on the back, hoping he was bringing some comfort. “It's not like you’re ugly. I mean, I wouldn't bang you, but that's more because we work together than anything. I'm sure Dan won't care.”
What was Leon doing? Why was he patting her like that? Was he trying to help? Because his words were definitely doing the opposite. First of all she knew she wasn’t ugly. Her looks weren’t the problem at all. It was what they meant. Of course Leon didn’t know that. He still had no idea what she was. But then he brought up Dan. That just brought more tears.
“He will!” Liv cried. At least he should. How could he not care that they were back to not being able to be together? Of course she wasn’t able to face him just yet. “Why do these things have to happen to me?!” she asked more for the universe than Leon. “Don’t I deserve to be happy?”
Leon was at a complete loss. He had thought he’d get Liv to stop crying, and instead she was just crying all the harder, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong. “Sure you do, Liv,” Leon said. “Everyone deserves to be happy.” Well, most people deserved to be happy at least. Happiness was elusive though, and he’d given up on expecting it years ago. Even he knew that that was probably the wrong thing to say if he wanted Liv to stop crying so he could hightail it out of there. “And if he dumps you for dying your hair white, fuck him.” Nevermind the fact that Leon had personally never dates someone who was less than a 9 out of 10.
Leon wasn’t understanding this at all. And she couldn’t explain it to him. Not now. Not in the state she was in. Besides she knew he was wary of all the supernatural stuff that happened around this place. It was part of why she hadn’t told him yet. What she needed was Ravi. To talk to her best friend/boss. Where the hell was Ravi?
Right, talking to an angel or something. Liv would have to deal with that later. Right now, she had an autopsy to do.
The zombie took a deep breath calming herself. She wiped the tears off her face focussing on Leon. “It’s fine. Just go. I’ll text you when I have the results.”
Leon couldn’t really hide the look of relief that crossed his face when Liv told him he should go. If there was a part of him that felt like he should maybe stick around his clearly upset friend coworker, it was completely drowned out by the need to get away from her tears.
“Thanks Liv, you’re the best,” he said, already heading toward the door. “And if you want me to kick Dan’s ass for you, just say the word.”