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Derek Morgan (bloodcakedarmor) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-03-05 12:32:00

Current mood:	good
Entry tags:	bonnie bennett, derek morgan, korra, laura kinney, rogue, rose, spencer reid

Day 209 ✝ Action
✝ Action with Spencer Reid
Derek smiled brightly when he saw Reid walk into the athletic complex almost right on time to when they’d agreed to meet. He’d almost expected him to find an excuse not to show since this wasn’t really Reid’s thing, so he was really more than happy that he did. He’d wanted some time with his friend to see how he was really doing and this was as good excuse as any without being overly obvious that he was checking up on him. Reid could really just be happy that Derek wasn’t busting down his door again and pushing his way in. Improvement? Yes. Never let it be said that Derek couldn’t grow and change… kind of.

He stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and picked up his bag. He’d already claimed a room to work in, like he usually did. One hand clapped down on Reid’s shoulder and squeezed. “Hey pretty boy. Almost thought you might not show.”

✝ Action with Rogue
For weeks now Derek and Rogue had been working privately with each other. It was actually working with her that had made him think about giving more lessons in self-defense… maybe even starting a class. But it was still just an idea he was toying with more than one he was actually putting into motion. Not that he would turn down anyone who wanted to learn or spar. He just wasn’t advertising it yet.

He was in his normal room that he occupied with a nice mat on a part of the floor. When Rogue came in, he smiled in her direction. “Hey, pretty girl. Doin’ alright? You get caught up in that mess yesterday?”

✝ Open Action for anyone and everyone
For the better part of the morning Derek will be at the Athletic Complex in Sector one. He’ll probably break for lunch and then head into the Defense Force Headquarters in Sector Two for a bit to do some work. Anyone is free to run into him in either place or in the in-between.

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bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-16 06:31 pm UTC (link)

"I know two Roses. One... Rose Tyler and another Rose I just met today. And now that I think of it they both have British accents. One's a blonde though and the other more of a brunette." Leave it to Derek to boil the distinctions down to hair color. Hey, he notices pretty girls, okay?

"I'll make sure to leave the meeting open to those who are interested in joining the Investigative team too though." He adds.

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thisiscalm
2013-03-16 08:13 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, it was the other Rose... though I'm sure Rose Tyler would be interested in joining either way, seeing as the Doctor is already in."

Can you hear that slightly higher pitch in his voice? That's the fanboy in him, yawning and stretching his legs. Talking to Rose Tyler is definitely on the top ten of coolest things to do in underwater prison and he should definitely do it more, but that's not the point of this exercise.

"I'll pass that on. I'm not sure if she's qualified but she helped me a lot yesterday. Seems to have the right idea about things at least... Sam probably agrees."

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	bloodcakedarmor 2013-03-16 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	"Sam... Winchester?" He has to ask because he wasn't really sure what Sam had to do with the conversation they were having at the moment. So some clarification was needed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2013-03-16 08:59 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah. Rose told me he'd talked to her when she first arrived. He told her about the Defense Force and I assume that included the Investigation Team. She seemed pretty interested." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-17 02:27 pm UTC (link)

“I’ll talk to her about it.” Derek finally stands up and holds out a hand to help Reid up to his feet. He lets his body stretch once more, rolling his shoulders and arms and bringing them across his body. “So I’ve got a hypothetical question for you.”

He starts over toward a heavy punching bag in the corner of the room, expecting Reid to follow and rolls it out away from the wall a bit. “We’re gonna start with this before I let you start hittin’ on me.”

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	thisiscalm 2013-03-17 02:45 pm UTC (link)
	It was a good expectation — he does follow, although that insecurity is coming back full force now that they're changing activities. Stretching he can do. Stretching has nothing with strength or stamina and even if he isn't as limber as some, he can follow along just fine. This? This is something else. "A hypothetical question..?" Yep. Definitely stalling. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-17 04:56 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah. Watch my form." Derek pulled his bottom lip thoughtfully through his teeth before dropping into stance, fists at ready. Then, with precision, he landed several right-handed punches on the punching bag, all the same, all repetitive just so that Reid could see his movements. As he did this, he spoke. "So the theory is that clones of us get sent back home. You think they get there with all of our memories, experiences, motivations? All of that?"

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thisiscalm
2013-03-17 07:45 pm UTC (link)

The distraction is more than welcome and although he's paying rapt attention, he needs something else to think about or he'll performance-anxiety himself an injury.

"Well... they'd have to, wouldn't they? I mean, if we assume that what the wardens are telling us is true then no one that knows us back home would be able to tell the difference between the real us and the alleged clone. They need to have our memories, our experiences, behavioral patterns, speech quirks, taste in food, music, movies... the works. They'd have to be perfect replicas and even more so they'd need to ease out of our... criminal path or someone would know that they're not us."

He pauses. This is actually something he's been thinking about lately. He hit thirty a few weeks back and that... well. Let's just say it brought up some questions.

"If I suddenly decided to quit the FBI... you wouldn't just accept that, would you? I mean, you'd wonder what happened to make me make such a sudden decision."

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bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-21 07:38 pm UTC (link)

To Derek, this was kind of a relief. What might have been disturbing, made him feel a little better about another him being back at home. That meant someone was still watching out for his sisters, the BAU team, his mom... And someone was still doing what he'd left in the middle of doing.

"Long as there's still a chance for me to get that son of a bitch Ian Doyle and put him away for good." Avenging Emily's death? Yeah, that was on the top of his priority list when he'd been brought here. He'd been deeply involved in it as a matter of fact, somewhat secretly.

At the mention of Ian Doyle, his punches get harder, muscles straining and his brow furrowed until he steps back. "Alright. You try it."

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thisiscalm
2013-03-21 09:31 pm UTC (link)

This is... something isn't right here and for once he's not trying to stall when he doesn't follow Morgan's directions. Brows furrowed in confusion he gives Morgan a long look and when he speaks it's with great uncertainty — this is something they should've talked about weeks ago, Kitty was surprised when he told her they hadn't... and maybe he didn't want to bring it up for this very reason.

"Ian Doyle..?" He shifts his weight. "Ian Doyle is dead."

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	bloodcakedarmor 2013-03-24 07:47 pm UTC (link)
	Derek stops what he's doing, looking over to Reid. He holds the punching bag in both hands, shaking his head. "What are you talkin' about? I'm still huntin' his ass down back home." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2013-03-24 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	"But we-" We saw him die. We were there. That's what he wants to say but the realization of what's going on here is already creeping up on him. "Morgan... what's the last thing you remember from home?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-26 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Derek dipped his head, stepping back away from the punching bag to grab his towel and wipe it over the back of his neck. He exhaled a deep breath as he did so, turning away from Reid. "Emily's funeral a few weeks ago."

Of course, it only takes him a few seconds to add two and two and reach four. His head snaps up and he looks back to Reid. "You're from a different timeline? We got Doyle?"

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thisiscalm
2013-03-26 06:24 pm UTC (link)

"Emily's..." He stops himself there to take a steadying breath. Oh boy. This is going to be tough, even more so since he's barely recovered from the shock himself. After all that time being furious with JJ, he now finds himself in exactly the same position — revealing a truth that brings betrayal.

"That was seven months ago. A lot happened since then, but... there's something you should know before I get into all that." Softly, full of hesitation and he pauses to shift his weight, eyes stubbornly kept on Morgan even if he'd much rather have them focused on anything but that.

"Emily didn't die."

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bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-26 06:38 pm UTC (link)

The shock of that statement was evident on Derek's face as his brows lifted, eyes wide and his jaw dropped just slightly. He just stood there, staring at Reid as he waited for the punch line, waited for more. If he could look pale, he would. He could literally feel the blood drain from his face, his heartbeat suddenly beating up in his ears as he remembered holding onto Emily in those last moments before the ambulance had come, sitting in a waiting room at the hospital, Hotch and J.J. telling them about her death.

"Reid..." It was the only word he could get out. Because if this was a joke, he wanted Reid to get it over with now. And then he wanted to hit him for even trying it... or hit something. Reid was probably lucky there was a punching bag right here.

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thisiscalm
2013-03-26 07:25 pm UTC (link)

No joke, but the sharp change in atmosphere is enough to leave him nervous in any case. This is by no means better than how he found out — maybe it's even worse because so few of them are here. Maybe that's why he hasn't brought it up, hasn't figured out if they're separated by time at all, because he doesn't want to know what lies in the future and he definitely doesn't want to be the one explaining a past the others have yet to experience.

"Morgan... they didn't tell us." He swallows, shifting his weight uncomfortably. "Hotch and JJ... they knew all along and never told us. They needed us to believe that she really had died and one day she just... walked into the briefing room. Just like that."

Another pause to let it sink in and when he speaks up again his voice is frailer than he'd like. It wasn't that long ago that it happened. Not for him.

"I'm sorry."

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bloodcakedarmor
2013-03-26 11:14 pm UTC (link)

For another few moments he just stares. Hotch and JJ had lied. In those few seconds it felt like everything in Derek zeroed in on that one fact. And then... are those tears that settle in his eyes? The whites turning a tale-tell pink. It's probably hard to tell unless Reid was paying attention that closely because then Derek turns away, his right fist colliding with a sickening crack against the wall by the punching bag because the wall would hurt more.

One. Two. Three. Four punches. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine punches. And ten.

The wall is smeared with a pinkish tint with the cracks he'd left in the skin on his knuckles. He draws a few, deep and heavy breaths. Then he turns to walk past Reid, grabbing his gym bag on the way out without saying a word.

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thisiscalm
2013-03-27 05:30 pm UTC (link)

He notices all too well, perhaps because he expected it and perhaps because the tension in the room is forcing him to be hyper-aware, practically holding his breath as he waits for it to break. Each punch against the wall makes him flinch but he doesn't say anything, just waits for it to pass, waits for the right moment to pick this up despite knowing fully well that it'll never come.

"Morgan-!" A small attempt to stop the other Agent, but he cuts it short. It won't do any good. Not now, so instead he falls silent, bottom lip pinched near the point of bleeding between his teeth.

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