Who: Kate Danvers & Mercy Thompson What: Chatting Where: The Pack House When: This afternoon Warnings: nope Status: started in gdocs; will continue in comm
Mercy sat on the picnic table out back, absentmindedly watching Jaime checking on their zombie mini goats. She was still hurting, it had gotten easier to wake up without Clay but it wasn't something she enjoyed. She was so mad at the dome for taking him.
But she also knew that was just how things went here. It was a fickle place and she knew it. She just wished it had given her a little more time with him. Just a little longer.
Mercy ran her hand over her face and sighed. The house was far too quiet, they'd lost so many in one go, the silence was so hard to handle. Thankfully those who remained made up for the silence. Mostly.
"Hey, Kate." She said, looking up, having smelled her coming before she saw her. She gave her a smile, for all their rocky start they were pretty close now.
Losing Clay was a huge blow for all of them, though it hit Kate and Mercy the hardest. A few years ago, Kate wouldn’t have cared how Mercy was feeling. Now though, she’d come to care about the woman and hated that the dome had been so cruel.
She was tempted to sign her up for speed dating again, this time not in a mean way, though she was hesitating and thinking it might be too soon.
“Hey,” she said, wandering over to sit by Mercy’s side. She was planning to check on the goats, but that could wait. “What’s up?”
Mercy would laugh - speed dating had been funny, at least in hindsight, when Kate had signed her up. To think they’d come so far in such little time was kind of nice, really. She was happy that Kate had come around, though she’d made it pretty clear she hadn’t planned on going anywhere. That hadn’t changed, she was family, in an odd duck sort of way.
“Just… sitting. Still thinking on how quiet things are. I know, I know, lingering too long over the Dome being a dick, but… “ she shrugged a bit then smiled. “At least, it’s not the end of the world and I count myself lucky for having some good times.”
“Was thinking of getting the storehouse ready for hunting season in a bit. Gotta restock that freezer.” she laughed, there might be a couple less of them roaming around, but it wasn’t awful, and there was still plenty of mouths to feed.
“I’m not sure there is such a thing as too long,” Kate said. She still missed Logan every day and he’d been gone for years at this point. Plus she would see him when she eventually went home. The only way that Mercy would see her dad again was if he returned to town. And Kate wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted that to happen since there was no guarantee he would remember being here and that would be even more painful for both of them.
Hunting was a good idea though and Kate nodded. “It’s about that time of year,” she said. “I could do some hunting.” It had been a while and she was a little worried that she was letting herself get rusty.
“I suppose that’s fair.” she said after a moment and sighed, she ran a hand over her hair and untangled a few strands. “I am not sure if I want him to come back, Kate. Is that awful of me?” she cringed at the words, “He most likely would not be the same and I don’t know if I can handle that right now.” she wrinkled her nose a bit.
“Yes - the stores are getting a little thin. I’ve ordered a cow but we could use a little of everything else.” She would also go hunting, but overall she was better prepared to dress the hunts, not hunting. She still felt bad chasing rabbits.
Oops.
Kate shook her head, blonde strands flying everywhere. “No, I feel the same way,” she said. “I definitely couldn’t handle having a new version of him around, one that didn’t remember this place. Or me.” And it would probably be even worse if her dad from home showed up and found out that his little girl was dating Nick and another guy.
Talking about hunting was preferable. “I’ll see if the boys want to go out,” she said. “Maybe we can get a couple deer.” It was easy to hunt those with more than one wolf. Kate had no qualms about hunting, the wolf was part of who she was and it was simply nature.