Raymond Leon (![]() ![]() @ 2012-11-01 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, jaime dorny, raymond leon |
Characters: Jaime, Ray
When: Morning
Location: Their room
Warnings/Rating: None really
Summary: Ray wakes up a little younger than he was last night
Status: Gdoc, Complete
Ray woke up slowly and while there were a number of things wrong with the situation, one thing was leaps and bounds more important than everything else. Not only was he naked, but he had his arm draped over an equally naked girl. For a moment, he didn’t move at all. He even tried not to breathe, but that proved impossible, especially given how fast his heart was suddenly beating. Since this was as close as he’d ever been to a naked woman, he couldn’t help but notice some things. He could feel the curve of her breast against his arm, her smooth legs tangling with his own, and most notably, her ass pressed against his morning erection. Logically, he knew there were other -- possibly even more important -- things that he needed to focus on. It was just … difficult, at the moment. He managed, though. Carefully -- and somewhat reluctantly -- he disentangled himself from her and sat up to look around the room. It was really nice. Way nicer than any room he’d ever seen before and it was then that he realized they were moving. He frowned, and as he looked around for something he could wrap around himself as he got out of bed, he caught sight of his arm. His eyes widened and he reached over to shake the shoulder of the naked girl next to him. “What’s your clock say?” ____ The shaking reached her more than the words. With the rash of Dementors present, she was lucky she’d managed to get any sleep at all. She reached for her wand, assuming there was one that needed her attention before she realized what he’d said. “My what?” She asked as she turned to face him, a horrible sinking feeling starting in her belly. Her clock. Her clock, that she didn’t have, and he knew she didn’t have. She stared at him, not even caring the covers were half-off of her. He looked … younger. Maybe not really a lot younger, but … not her Ray. Jaime felt like she was going to pass out or be sick or … something. She tried to make herself breathe, and she thought there’d be a way to prove it. She just -- his clothes. Scrambling out of the bed, she nearly tripped over the covers as she flung herself at the closet, her breath harsh and catching in her throat as she tore the door open and reached inside. Her fingers encountered the cool leather of his coat, but … that might not mean anything. Pulling it out of the closet, she held it up. “Does this .. is this yours?” If he didn’t recognize it, then it was still her Ray, somehow, and she was chalking this up to train fuckery. If he’d come with it though … well, she and the train might be having some very unpleasant words until this fixed itself. Unless he’d had the coat when he was that young, but … Well, she’d lost memories once. So … maybe it was just that. Oh god she hoped it was just that. _____ “Your clock,” Ray repeated, but he didn’t think she was listening. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack -- he also noted that she was very hot, but that was a little overshadowed by everything else right now -- and then she was stumbling out of bed and making a beeline for... the closet? He wondered if he should be as freaked out as she appeared to be and there was a part of him that thought so. Whatever was going on was weird and crazy. But there were only two of them in the room and he figured one of them should try to stay calm. That apparently was falling on him at this particular moment. Arching a brow, he looked from the coat to her and then back again and he shook his head. “No. That looks like what the Timekeepers wear,” he pointed out and then glanced around the room again. Is that where they were? In some Timekeepers room? “Where are we?” He asked when ice blue eyes resettled on her, and he had to hold back a grin. She was still naked. _____ “Okay,” Jaime said, her fingers curling tightly against the coat. “Okay,” she repeated. She could do this. It was fine. His coat was here, so that was … somehow … her Ray. Somehow. It meant figuring out what, exactly, the train was doing now, but … on the bright side, that meant there probably weren’t any more Dementors. For a moment longer, she stood as she was, clutching the coat and trying to work out a plan of attack. “It is …” she began, her brow briefly furrowing. “A Timekeeper’s coat.” Granted, he was the Timekeeper, but she guessed she’d tackle that hurdle once they got over the ‘hey, welcome to the crazy train’ hurdle. “We’re on a …” She paused when she saw his expression, and then she rolled her eyes. So, all right. There’d been panic, and she was naked. “You know, this is bullshit. When the train did this to me, I …” She looked away. She’d at least remembered who he was, even if she’d forgotten they were engaged. This was just fucked up, and wrong. But what did she expect from the fucking train? Holding the jacket against her, she moved to find something to wear. After disappearing into the bathroom for a minute, Jaime came out in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. She didn’t think she was handling this remotely well, and she wasn’t sure she could. She might have to get Lily or someone to man this for her. Because it was bullshit. “So, you’re on a train. A kidnapping train that visits different times, and realities. You’re the only one from your world. The only one with a clock.” She extended her bare arm toward him to inspect, so he could at least get started on that. ______ Ray really had no idea what to make of this. She wasn’t really making any sense and then she left and came back dressed. Really the only upside to this whole situation was her being naked -- well, the room was nice too -- and now he was suddenly more aware of his own nakedness, even if he was covered by the sheet. He opened his mouth to dispute that. Everyone had a clock. But then she showed him her arm and he gaped. No way. He started to get out of bed to get a closer look, only to recall that he was naked. “Mine’s wrong. I should have a year,” he murmured quietly because he wasn’t sure how to process everything else. He liked to think he was mature for his age, but he was still just a teenager and while his life wasn’t easy, it was … normal, in his mind. This was... he didn’t even have a word for what this was. “Is there something I can wear?” Maybe once he had clothes on, he could start tackling some of the more out there things she had said. ____ “Yeah,” Jaime replied to his statement about his clock. It was a painful reminder of the fact he’d die in his reality. Even with the extra time Sylvia had left, just in case -- but Jaime didn’t think that would carry back with him. “I mean, I know. We can either tackle that part of things, or we can get into the train first. Whichever.” Looking around, she found Ray’s jeans and offered them over. “I … don’t know where your boxers wound up,” she admitted. They might be tangled in the covers or behind the dresser again. She couldn’t remember if there’d been clothes flinging the night before or not. But there should be some in the drawer … though laundry hadn’t exactly been a priority over the last week. Turning away, she rifled through one of the dresser drawers until she located a clean pair, which she then tossed to him. “Your shirt’s probably under the bed. They tend to … wind up there.” Jaime ran her fingers through her hair, looking away. Her gaze settled on the curtain covering the window, and she wondered what was out there. Mostly though, she … didn’t care. “How old are you?” ____ “How come I don’t remember … you? Or any of this?” He settled on, figuring that was a good place to start, although it had almost been ‘all the sex.’ It sounded like they had a lot of it and he was really disappointed that he couldn’t recall. Even though he knew there were more important things to worry about. Still, moments ago she’d been very naked and close to him and that was a much nicer thing to think about than facing the reality of this situation. She seemed to know him, though, even if she was acting really strange. How could the clothes be his? Why was his time wrong and how did she know about it? He caught the boxers and put them on under the sheet before easing out of bed and putting on the jeans. They were a little too big, both in the waist and the length of the legs, but they would have to do for now. He dropped down to his hands and knees to check under the bed, coming out with a shirt that he guessed was his. As he stood up, he put it on, glancing over at her once more. “I’m sixteen. How old are you?” He turned the question around half out of curiosity and half because it was just sort of natural to ask questions like that in return. ____ Jaime laughed, because what else could she do? He thought he was sixteen, and now that he was out of bed and dressed in Ray’s clothes, he looked sixteen. “Fuck me running,” she muttered before she glanced toward the door between the suites. Was Lily okay? And Nick? Or were they running around younger? Though … if Lily was sixteen, big deal. She was only nineteen as it was. Though why stop at 16? Maybe she was five. Or an infant. “Twenty-two,” she replied. “Last night, you were seventy-five,” she informed him as she shifted her pale blue gaze to him. “I’m going to guess the train’s one-upping itself. See, a few months ago, we had this thing where a bunch of us lost our memories. Just memories. Not … we didn’t …” she gestured to him. “Shrink. Guess this time … people shrink. And lose their memories.” Exhaling, she realized he wouldn’t know anything. Not about the train, and not about her. The idea of explaining it all was already making her head hurt. “So, my name’s Jaime Dorny. You’ve been on the train for … fuck. Nine months now?” It had to be that, or close to; she was going on a year herself. “We’ve been together for … I don’t know. Seven. Seven and a half. A long time.” She glanced down to the ring on her finger before she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m a witch,” she added, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “There’s … probably going to be a shitload of things you’ll have to learn, and … by the time you learn, this’ll probably be over.” _____ “I was seventy five?” Ray repeated, his voice a mix of surprise and doubt. Mostly he was just impressed at the idea of living that long. His family wasn’t exactly well off and managing to get fifty years sounded impossible at this point. Granted, he was already trying to think of ways to get out of the ghetto, but... had he actually done it? Then suddenly he had a lot more information to process and he wasn’t sure what to do with it all. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around the room. He most definitely was on a train and he had no idea how he’d gotten there, so maybe that part was real. Belatedly, the bit about the timekeeper’s coat clicked in his mind. “I’m a Timekeeper? “And we’re together,” he added, and it wasn’t exactly a question, more like he was just processing out-loud, and he studied her … but he found himself wishing she hadn’t put her clothes back on and he shook his head lightly. There were more important things going on here than nakedness, but at sixteen sometimes it was difficult to remember that. ____ “Yeah,” Jaime replied. “To … all of the above. And let me tell you, you didn’t have an easy time landing me.” A faint smile crossed her lips, but it was a little on the sad side. “So … um. We’re good friends with our suitemates. Lily’s a witch, and Nick’s a deaf-mute, and they’re both … dead in their realities. Or going to be.” Her eyes slipped to the side, and she wondered if there was any point in telling him he was, too. She guessed there wasn’t, and she shook her head slightly. “So, I guess … you get to start with the questions, and we’ll see where it goes.” It occurred to her then that the train had to be epically pissed off, and she hoped -- oh sweet dear Merlin did she hope -- the rescue didn’t come while he was like this. Or that they could fix it if it did. ____ “Let’s start with the witch thing,” Ray decided after a moment of thought. It was the second time she had referred to either herself or another person as one, and he wasn’t quite sure how to make sense of it. It made him think about witches in black robes and hats with green skin and warts. She didn’t resemble any of that. Very little of this was actually making sense, when he really thought about it. How could people be here and be dead in their realities? “And then you can tell me more about how this train … keeps us here.” She’d given him some information, but honestly some of it had just gone in one ear and out the other as he tried to process this, and while he knew this was a very serious situation, he occasionally kept thinking about her naked. He guessed if it was really going through realities then they couldn’t just stop in one that wasn’t theirs. ____ “Witch,” Jaime echoed. “As in … waves wand and does magic.” She moved to the nightstand on her side, swiping her wand off the top of it and holding it up to show him. She didn’t demonstrate, but she would if he asked. After all, it was just a stick otherwise. She also thought she should check on Lily and Nick, and … she would. In a second. “In my reality, there’s magic. People born magical attend schools to learn how to use their magic, and afterward, most of us move on to a magical career. I’m a hit-witch, which is … pretty much a magical cop. I chase down people misusing magic, or magical criminals.” She exhaled, because the train was a little more complicated. She gazed at him, her eyes playing over his face. Familiar, but younger. Her Ray, but … not. Not yet. But it was the train, and it would be over soon. A few days, a week, two at the most, and they’d laugh about it when it was over. She’d just … miss being with him while it was happening. “We don’t know exactly how it’s keeping us here. In the beginning, we could pop off it, even when it was moving. Then after six months, it stopped at a resort, and after that, we couldn’t anymore, unless it was on the train’s terms. We … did have contact with a representative of the company at the last stop. Supposedly … she did something that’s supposed to lead to a rescue, but no one’s holding their breath. I mean, it’s … the closest we’ve gotten to them, but it’s still kind of … suspect. “But, until this rescue happens, if it ever does, we’re … here. And the train does things. Like sending Dementors, and de-aging us.” She moved around to him, standing in front of him. She gazed up at him -- though she realized not quite as far up as she usually had to look. Lifting a hand, she cupped his cheek briefly. “And in the meantime, you should probably find … a spare room. Until this passes. It’d just be weird for me to sleep with you like this.” ____ Ray looked a little skeptical, light blue eyes flicking down to her wand before returning to her face. It did just look like a stick … well, a stick that was supposed to be a wand, but it could have easily been a prop or a toy. Really, the only thing that convinced him that she was from a different reality anyway was that she didn’t have a clock on her arm. So with that in mind, he guessed magic was possible. Hell, he’d been kidnapped by a train. “Can you show me something? Magical, I mean,” he clarified, in case that could somehow be taken out of context. He listened, his brow slightly furrowed as she explained about the train. He wasn’t sure what to think when she cupped his cheek but he found that he was a little disappointed at the suggestion of finding somewhere else to sleep. He grinned slightly, “I’d keep my clothes on,” he offered, mostly teasing. Well, he would keep his clothes on, but he guessed it made sense for him to find a different room. ____ Jaime smirked, but she’d certainly had practice enough with certain spells over the past week. With an almost absent flick of her wand, she summoned up her patronus. The silvery dove darted from the tip of her wand, fluttering frantically about the room before settling to perch on their headboard. Jaime shrugged a little, wondering if that was enough of a demonstration, or if she’d have to do something more. She did manage a faint smile at his statement. “It might not matter,” she admitted. “I just … it’d be weird. You know. If I tried to start something in the middle of the night.” Which wasn’t impossible -- she’d certainly done it before. “You know, if I somehow forgot you were suddenly a teenager.” It was wrong, but she didn’t think the age thing would really stop her, once the initial shock of this all wore off. Even if it should. Because he wasn’t her Ray, exactly, yet. “There should be some empties in this car, if you … wanted to stick close. So that … when it does wear off, you’ll … be close.” ____ Ray wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting her to do, but it wasn’t that. He watched the silvery bird fly about the room, his eyes lingering on it even as it settled on the headboard. He kind of wanted to touch it, but wasn’t sure if that was weird or not or if it was even something touchable. Maybe his hand would just go through it. “That’s pretty cool,” he admitted with a little smile as he tore his gaze away from the bird and resettled it on her. When she gave her reason for why she thought it was a good idea for him to sleep in another room … well, it really didn’t sound very discouraging to him, and his little smile widened into a more amused grin, his brow arching. “That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” he half teased, even as he tried not to imagine her reaching for him in the middle of the night. He cleared his throat. “But I’ll find an empty.” ____ “We … had a lot of practice with those the past week,” Jaime admitted, realizing he wouldn’t have any idea what they’d all endured for the past few days. After this wore off, she was sure he would again, but until then … Jaime shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. “So, I … am going to go check on Lily and Nick and … then I can give you a tour around the train, if you wanted? At least show you where the food was, and … places to hang out or whatever.” Jaime looked away again, pale blue eyes focused on the window. Maybe it wouldn’t last long. Maybe … maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. And maybe they’d just endured a week of hell, and all she wanted was her Ray, and she couldn’t even have that. Fucking train. ____ He had no idea what the bird was for, let alone why they would have gotten a lot of practice with it. He was almost going to ask, but decided to wait until she was giving him a tour. They could find a room for him while they were out, too. “Yeah, thanks. A tour sounds good,” he agreed. He would just relax on the couch until she was done checking on Nick and Lily, trying to wrap his mind around all of this. |