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Tweak says, "you shine brighter then anyone"

Gemma Morrow (g__morrow) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-07 20:52:00

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*complete, 2011 12, dead: clay morrow, dead: gemma morrow

RP: Gemma and Clay
Who: Gemma and Clay
Where: the CA safehouse
When: December 7, 2011
Summary: Gemma and Clay decide what to do

After leaving the bar on Sunday night, they had driven around, making sure that they weren't followed, before going to the safehouse. Good thing that Callen was a paranoid son of a bitch who made sure that they knew where all the safehouses were and what the procedures were for a possible attack. The man might be paranoid, but it might have saved a lot of lives. How many they didn't know.

After sending the text with the old phone, they waited to get to the safehouse to use the other number with their code names and then had waited. The call had finally arrived last night with directions to the ranch and a orders to get there on Thursday evening. It would take only seven hours to get there, and now they had plenty of time to kill. More importantly, it left them with a decision to make: obey or go off on their own. "What do you want to do, baby?" Gemma asked as ash from her cigarette fell on the floor of the house.

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omega_clay
2011-12-08 12:35 am UTC (link)

Clay took a low drag on the cigar and let the smoke out slowly as he pondered Gemma's question. Being on the run wasn't unusual. He had been on the run in several countries. It was not having an international MC to back you up that made it unusual.

"I don't know," he responded, taking another drag and fooling with the pencil on the table, much like he used to play with the president's gavel during church. "We wouldn't have to put up with their ridiculous rules and limitations if we went out on our own. But if they happen to stumble onto a way home..."

He was never much of one to hope. But part of him clung to the hope of going back to Charming; their own Charming.

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g__morrow
2011-12-08 12:45 am UTC (link)

She looked out of the window. The sky was so clear here, you could see all the stars. She had forgotten what it looked like. New York was too bright, too exposed. Gemma liked the night and the shadows better. "We know where they are," she pointed out.

Gemma turned around and looked at her husband. "Or we can go, see what's like here, what fucking rules they have. It's always easier to make a decision when you know what's going on."

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	omega_clay 2011-12-08 12:58 am UTC (link)
	He nodded, extinguishing the cigar. "That's true, we do. It would probably be easier to eventually leave if we show up when we're supposed to rather than when we decide to. They would hopefully expect less that way." Clay moved over and put an arm around his wife. "What do you think the grandkids are up to? Abel's gotta be getting huge." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

g__morrow
2011-12-08 01:16 am UTC (link)

Gemma nodded. "We got the bike. We can always get on the bike and go." Of course it wasn't that simple. They were good, but they were also old and with no MC, no history, and those who knew the history would think that they had turned their backs on SAMCro. "Being on the run all the time can be tiring at our age."

She cupped his face, kissing him. "They are running around, getting ready for Christmas. Abel is trying to break the wrapping paper to see what's inside, and Tara still hasn't learned that my boys are all too stubborn to be stopped and eventually he'll see what's there." Sometimes she forgot that he'd barely gotten any time with their family after the release. "Those nerds, they'll get us there. They are stupid, but they are smart about this shit. We'll go home and you'll get your place at the head of the table back, and we'll watch our grandchildren grow up." She looked at his hands. "You might even get a few extra years. How are the hands?"

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omega_clay
2011-12-08 01:28 am UTC (link)

Clay huffed. "You're right it would be tiring. And there'd be no one to watch our backs except each other. We'd have to stay out of biker culture or people might see my colors." He sighed. "I guess we're going to the ranch." He didn't like it. But there wasn't much of an option.

"Tara will never see that truth," he smiled and kissed her back. "As long as they don't end up sending us to a different dimension..." He shook his head. It was still surreal. Some seven months later and it was still surreal.

He flexed his fingers and rolled his wrist around. "They're fine. I guess the stuff the doc gave actually works." He was smiling and then his face turned to perplexion. "Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time I took the stuff."

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g__morrow
2011-12-08 01:57 am UTC (link)

"You can't wear that," Gemma said. "I know what that means to you, but you can't. You know the rules. You got out in this dimension. If they see you, they'll kill you. I can't... you can't go up against the club." She was not going to lose him in some different dimension, because he was too attached to his vest. "We're going, then."

Gemma smiled. "She will. Give her time. She's not me, but she'll get there."

She shook her head. "No, that's not going to happen. They will find a way back home. You have to believe that." It was Gemma's turn to frown. "I thought they had better meds here. You're not taking anything?"

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omega_clay
2011-12-11 05:54 pm UTC (link)

"I was actually referring to my SAMCRO tattoos, but you're right that I am pig-headed enough to try wearing the cutte," he nodded his agreement.

"She better," he said, because SAMCRO needed a strong Queen especially with Jax Teller leading it. Hopefully that boy could lead as well as he could whine. Clay wasn't a hoping man.

"Not since we left the base, at least. I was, but I must've forgotten them." He held his hands up in the air almost like he was inspecting them for authenticity. "There must be a lingering effect. Or maybe our bodies overcome arthritis like they overcome birth control." He shook his head at that last part. All of those pregnant women and screaming babies, the ranch was going to be unbearable.

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g__morrow
2011-12-11 06:44 pm UTC (link)

"Tattoos you can cover, the vest not so much," she said, sighing, knowing full well that Clay wouldn't take it off if they were out there on a bike. It was part of who he was.

Gemma made a face. She had always planned for Jax to take over the club when Clay was forced to retire, but she was supposed to be there, standing next to her son, helping him, supporting him. And that really was the reason why they were going to go back to the ranch. They needed to find a way back to their family.

"You sure?" she asked with a frown. "I mean... not that it's not possible, but I've made it snow in October. The weather gets a bit wacky with me around, maybe this is something." She stepped closer, and reached for the knife in her boot. "Here, give me your hand. I want to try something."

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omega_clay
2011-12-11 06:49 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah..." he nodded his agreement with what he knew Gemma was thinking. SAMCRO was just as much a part of his identity as anything else. He couldn't ride without the cutte.

"No, I'm not sure," he shrugged. Then when she pulled out the knife his eyes lit up. "I like where this is going," he said teasingly and willfully gave her his hands. Knives could be a lot of fun.

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g__morrow
2011-12-11 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Gemma looked at him with a smirk. "Not that kind of play, darling." She shook her head, smiling. Too many years together meant that they had ventured into areas she wouldn't share with others.

"Let's see if I'm right." She made a cut across his palm, nothing deep, but it was a test, and she waited to see if she was right, or if the insanity of this dimension was making her jump to crazy conclusions.

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omega_clay
2011-12-11 07:39 pm UTC (link)

"Kill joy," he muttered under his breath with a grin. He intensely watched the knife, not knowing what she was up to. He liked that about her. After all these years together, she still could keep him guessing.

"Uhh," he winced slightly at the cut across his palm that she made. It wasn't lasting in pain, more like the momentary sensation of a paper cut. Plus when you get shot as many times as he had been, your tolerance to pain increases.

"What. the. fuck." He stared at his now healed palm. He ran his other hand's thumb over the skin. It wasn't even sensitive. He looked into his wife's eyes, searching for an explanation. "Tell me that wasn't some weird ass knife that one of the Nerds made."

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g__morrow
2011-12-11 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Gemma grinned, but said nothing, until he wince. "Pussy," she said, laughing. "You'd think I just shot you... or kick you in the balls. Honey, I think this dimension is making you soft," she teased.

She kept her eyes on the wound, and when Clay looked at her, she shrugged. "Call it women's intuition. Arthritis doesn't just go away. Superpowers, though. Those are fucking weird, and if you're not taking anything- Thing is, we don't know how they work, so don't go get yourself killed trying to see how far you can push."

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omega_clay
2011-12-11 07:52 pm UTC (link)

"Let me get my knife, and see how much you've softened," his face flared with a challenging grin. It was such a shame she said it wasn't going to be that kind of play. Still, she was right. This dimension had undoubtably softened him.

"So you're saying I can heal really fast," Clay huh-ed as he continued to look at his hand. "So how do we test this?" It was going to be a lot of fun. Once the power had fully matured, he could walk into this reality's SAMCRO Clubhouse and kill the lot of them. Oh that would be fun.

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g__morrow
2011-12-11 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"Sweetheart, I already have one scar, and I ain't planning on getting more," she answered with a wicked look on her face. "There are other things we can do... without knives."

She nodded. "That, I guess. I don't know. I'm just guessing. It took me a while to figure out that my mood swings were affecting the weather." Gemma thought for a moment. "I'd say we wait until we get to this ranch. If something goes wrong, we'll need a doctor, and with the feds after us, I can't even take you to a hospital. There's April there, she'll have her things, we can use scalpels, nothing that scars too much and if something goes wrong, she can sew you up."

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omega_clay
2011-12-11 08:21 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yes there are," his eyebrows darted up as his face was covered with school boy glee.

"Having a doctor on standby makes sense," he replied, although he was frowning. He really wanted to tell Gemma to shoot him to see what happened. Having to wait until they got to the ranch to start playing around was disappointing. But it make sense. He leaned forward and kissed Gemma. "I'd probably have been killed long ago if it weren't for your smarts."

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g__morrow
2011-12-11 08:29 pm UTC (link)

"You'd better believe it." Not that Gemma didn't know that Clay could hold his own, but sometimes he rushed into things, too impatient to wait it out.

She stepped closer, fingers twining behind his neck and she pressed her body against his. "Why don't you show me how well you can move your fingers?" There, that should distract him enough from doing something stupid. They'd worry about his power when they got to the ranch.

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