lifeguard. // heather cameron (tosavealife) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-05-08 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | lifeguard, thunderbird |
Thread: Lifeguard and Thunderbird
Who: Heather Cameron and Neal Shaara
NPCs: None
When: May 7, 2009; late evening
Where: Outside Excalibur's HQ and the beach
What: Er. Talking is good.
Rating: PG13?
Heather felt terrible about the way she'd been treating Neal. If she'd had any idea how else to deal with the situation, she would have tried that instead. But, given her overactive emotions, she thought it was best to distance herself. But even Davis thought that was a dumb idea. And she was pretty sure that if she asked Alison, the other girl would say the same thing.
Besides, she couldn't avoid Neal forever. They worked together. And it wasn't fair to him. It definitely wasn't fair to have your team leader giving you the cold shoulder. Which was what she felt worst about. Once again, she was doing a crappy job and, on top of that, probably making Neal feel terrible.
As far as Heather was concerned, nothing that had happened was Neal's fault. Sure, he was older, but she was supposed to be in charge. And she usually was in charge of her actions. It was the fact that she'd so easily lost that around him that scared her most. She didn't know what to make of it or what she was feeling. What she did know, was that she couldn't stop thinking about it and, if that was the case, if this kept up, the upcoming mission was going to suffer.
And that wasn't fair to anyone on the team.
So Heather had resolved to get this solved, no matter how uncomfortable and lost about it she felt. She just didn't want to do it at headquarters, where anyone could overhear if they went to a common area. And she didn't want to go to the conference room... for obvious reasons. Or either of their rooms, also for obvious reasons.
Then again, at this point, Heather figured that there was a good chance that Neal was so pissed at her that there was no chance of anything happening anyway. But, still. The beach calmed her. Granted, she'd planned on going during the day when there'd be other people around to keep her own, apparently raging, hormones in check. But what could you do? Neal had to work.
She was already outside when she saw him approaching, having been waiting outside since about 9:00, not sure when he was going to get back, but using the time to think and trying not to panic about the impeding conversation.
Breathe, Heather, she told herself. Somehow, she had the feeling that this wouldn't be such a big deal if it wasn't Neal it involved.