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Leon Vance ([info]leon_vance) wrote in [info]omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-25 15:26:00

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Entry tags:*complete, 2011 12, character: alexis castle, character: april kepner, character: brian kinney, character: derek morgan, character: dominic vail, character: eliot spencer, character: emily prentiss, character: g callen, character: john connor, character: marty deeks, character: nell jones, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tim riggins, character: troy bolton, dead: clay morrow, dead: eric beale, dead: gemma morrow, dead: jenna hanna, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance, dead: mike renko, dead: nick green, dead: sheldon cooper, dead: spencer reid, dead: tyra collette

RP: Merry Christmas
Who: Everyone
Where: the main house
When: Christmas
Summary: food, friends and fun

Merry Christmas

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Marty/Savannah
[info]deeks_marty
2011-12-26 01:34 am UTC (link)
Marty didn't know what to do any more. It felt like there was this invisible wall between them that kept getting more insurmountable each day. Trying to talk hadn't helped. If anything, it had made things worse. Even that morning, Savannah had been gone with Nova most of the morning. Marty wasn't sure she'd be back for this dinner. But, apparently they were doing this and here they were.

The food wasn't bad, even if he seemed to be picking at it more than eating it. He'd gone to get rid of his half-finished lunch and grab a beer. Before rejoining his wife, he went to where he'd left his jacket and got the box he'd kept in his pocket. For all he knew she was going to head out again as soon as they left here.

"So," he said quietly as he came alongside Savannah, "I didn't know if we were still doing the gift thing or not. But, I got this for you a while back." He shrugged, holding out the thin box for her to take. "Merry Christmas, Savannah."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-26 01:52 am UTC (link)
This was the sort of days that would have made her happy, put her in the middle of things, organizing things, dividing their duties, cooking as much as possible, but instead she hadn't bothered. Someone else was bound to find a solution, and Vance had, even if catering wasn't as good as homemade food.

Savannah had eaten without caring what she was eating. She had picked the table closer to the wall, while most people seemed to gravitate toward the middle of the room. Marty hadn't been very talkative, but then neither had she. Still, they had made it through dinner without arguing, and then he'd left and she was trying to decide if she should go home and nap, when he returned with a gift.

She looked at the box with a frown. "I don't have anything for you. All the gifts were under the tree at home." After coming here, she hadn't thought about shopping. She didn't think they'd celebrate Christmas, let alone exchange gifts.

She took the box and opened it. A little smile appeared on her face. This is exactly the type of thing she would have loved if she weren't spending her days thinking whether things would be better without this pregnancy. She closed the box again, leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "It's beautiful, thank you."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]deeks_marty
2011-12-26 04:32 am UTC (link)
"I don't need anything," Marty replied, smoothing a hand over her hair. "I've got you and the baby. That's all the Christmas I need." As he lowered his hand, he caressed her cheek softly. "You're welcome."

And what was there left to say? No reason to talk about the baby. She wasn't excited about that any more. Couldn't talk about what was bothering her; she didn't see the point and preferred to hide. Christmas didn't seem to interest her. The people around them, their friends and family, disgusted her and she felt nothing but contempt for all of them. It all left Marty at a loss for what to do or say.

"Are you staying?" he asked finally, figuring he might as well figure out her plans for the rest of the day and where, or if, he fit into them.

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-26 05:00 am UTC (link)
Savannah looked at him, smiling. "Still I bet some sun and a surf would have been nice, not that I was going to get either one in Brooklyn. Maybe the sun." She leaned into his hand for a moment. "I should have gotten you something. I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "I don't know. I hadn't planned anything. I thought about going back home, nap." Not that there was much else to do. Nap, walk, cook, eat, basic functions, and they had already dealt with the cooking.

"Why? Did you want to do something?" she asked. Looking at Marty, she wondered why the question, and realized that she was being suspicious of Marty, searching for the ulterior motive, something that she might have expected from everyone else, but Marty was the man who might have been an ass, but never subtle, at least with her. God, how screwed up was she after a year? She cupped his face and kissed him softly. "I love you."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]deeks_marty
2011-12-26 05:56 am UTC (link)
"Sun and surf are always nice," he agreed with a chuckle. "Should have told them to keep going south until we hit Cancun instead of stopping in Arizona." When she leaned into his touch, Marty slowed the movement of his hand, letting it linger on her cheek a little longer, thumb brushing lightly over soft skin. "It's okay. You can make it up to me for my birthday if it matters that much to you. 'I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know'," he sang softly, leaning closer so only she could hear. "'Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.'" It was stupid and silly, but not the first stupid or silly thing he'd done in the name of needing this woman to understand how much he loved her.

Before he could get too depressed at the thought of another afternoon spent alone -- and Marty knew she needed the naps, that the pregnancy made her tired. It was just that on top of the hours spent walking Nova that had him on edge. -- she was kissing him and it felt like the first very real piece of emotion in a very long time. "I love you, too, Savannah." He slipped his arm around her waist to keep her there, close to him, as long as he could. "You know that, right? All the rest, me getting frustrated and worried, it's only because I love you so much."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-26 06:24 am UTC (link)
"And here I thought that nothing compares to the waves in California, not even Hawaii, but Cancun sounds nice, not like here. It's cold at night, isn't it?" Even New York didn't get so cold." Not that she really felt it like other people, but she did feel the difference between the day and night, and it was a lot more marked than it was at the base.

Savannah froze as he sang, staring with eyes wide open, and he was talking again, but her she was still stuck on the song. It was so stupid, but then she had done the same thing, trying to get through to him, singing Johnny Cash. "That's the corniest thing you've ever done," she said, laughing, but as she laughed, tears started to fall down and she didn't know why one stupid Christmas song seemed to provoke such strong reaction, but she had never really been good understanding the reasons behind emotions; she just knew they were there, and she'd never hidden them or from them, but she didn't want to deal with people and questions. She moved and sat on his lap, lacing her fingers behind his neck, and her face against his neck.

"I haven't left you," she said softly. "If it feels that way, I'm sorry, but that's not... I'd do anything for you." If anything, that attack had proven to her how true those words were. She pulled back, trying to smile. "I don't know what I'm doing. I can give you so many different reasons why being alone is best, but-" She wasn't even sure what she was trying to explain, because she did have plenty of logical explanations. She'd spent a year learning to argue things with G. She might not be as good as him, but she was good enough to reach a stalemate, and she was good enough to reason around other people, but she tried not to do it with Marty, at least not recently. "I know you love me, but I don't know how you can like who I am now."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]deeks_marty
2011-12-26 07:59 pm UTC (link)
"Nothing does. But, it's easier to hide in Mexico," Marty said with a chuckle that was followed by a shudder. "Cold would be nice. This is freezing. Seriously, why do people voluntarily live in places that get this cold? It's pretty, sure. But, Jack Frost has nipped one too many times at my nose already." Getting into a bed that still felt empty despite another body in it only made the nights colder, but he wasn't going to start that today. Not for Christmas.

Her reaction to the song surprised him, though. Of all the things he expected, the sudden tears when she'd seemed so distant and unwilling to feel until now, those were not it. "Nah, I'm sure I've done something cornier. I was a teenager once," he teased, wrapping his arms around her. He just held her tight, silently daring anyone who might be watching to come near. Not that he thought they would. But, he needed this almost as much as she did after so long watching her slip away from him and he might just hurt anyone who interrupted them, even Callen.

"Hey, now," he whispered, shaking his head. With one hand, he brushed her hair back, wiped gently at the tears on her cheek with the pad of his thumb. Leaning forward he kissed her softly, taking his time until he could no longer taste the salt of tears on her weak smile. "You let me worry about what I like and what I don't," he told her quietly as he pulled away again. "There are things about me you don't like. Does it make a difference? Do you love me less? Do you regret this? Us? I'm not going anywhere, Savannah. You're not alone in this. Neither of us is alone anymore."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-26 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Savannah rolled her eyes, because even while fantasizing, Marty was being logical. "Sure, let's go to Cancun then, or better yet, find some place with none around. Who needs TV and internet when we're sitting on a beach." She kissed his nose. "Your nose is still as pretty as always, leave poor Jack Frost alone. And I only picked the best place based on the guidelines given. I would have picked Texas, but it was on the no no list."

She smacked his arm. "I mean with me. I wasn't born when you were a teenager, remember?" she answered with another smile as she slid closer to him.

For a moment, she forgot where they were and kissed him back, soft brushes of their lips, mostly to stay near him. "Yeah? What are these things I don't like about you? Because no one must have told me," she said, teasingly although it wasn't a joke, before sighing. "I've known who you were from the start, Marty. In fact, you showed your worst side at the beginning. There was no surprise, no wondering, so no, I don't love you less and I don't regret it, but you-" She shook her head. "I don't regret you, but I regret other things, and maybe you do, too."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]deeks_marty
2011-12-29 05:18 am UTC (link)
"Hey! "I may be blonde, but I'm hardly dumb. I'm only twelve years older than you, Mrs. Deeks. You were so born before I was a teenager." Marty laughed softly.

"Surely there must be something," Marty mused, pretending to think a moment. "I'm fat. I'm old. I sprawl all over the bed at night?" Echoing her sigh, he shook his head. "But I...? I regret many things. I regret letting my stepdad get to me half my life. I regret not having that second bagel with breakfast. And, I really, really regret shaving because every time I do I get mistaken for a twelfth grader. Notice there is nothing labelled 'Savannah' on that list."

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Re: Marty/Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-29 01:40 pm UTC (link)
Savannah rolled her again again, but smiled. "I thought I was the one who couldn't get a joke and took everything literally. Are you trying to imitate me? Because you're missing a few body parts and have some extra. Besides I do the blond ditz much better, without being blond."

You're fat and old were some of the first things she had told him, more than a year ago. It felt so long ago, though. "Training took care of the fat. You are old," she said, seriously, before smiling at him. "When you shave, we look the same age. It works."

G said that they should talk, but Savannah didn't want to talk. When they tried, they argued. They'd done it from the start and right now she couldn't take it. Maybe later; maybe another day. "It's getting dark out and it gets cold when the sun goes down." Not that Savannah or Nova really felt it, but while she didn't want to talk, she could spend time with Marty for the day. "We can go home, if you want. I mean I know there isn't much to do, or anything to do, but we can if you want. We can go over to G and Sam later, so you aren't completely bored. Would you like that?"

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Troy/Callen
[info]t_bolton
2011-12-26 01:36 am UTC (link)
They didn't have a large family and with him the only child, Christmas had lost some of the sparkle at his house. There was dinner with the rest of the family, sharing gift and then off to spend time with his friends. He hadn't realize how little time he spent with his family anymore until now, when he seemed to spend more time with the people in this house than he had with his own family.

Of course, there were differences here. There were families, there were groups of friends, and then there were those who were new and didn't have as many friends, but the difference didn't seem as bad now. Death put things into prospective he supposed. They were stuck together.

Troy had gotten close to some people, but he'd barely talked to others outside of training, and he planned to change that. He wasn't picky with who to start, but there was one man that was standing more to the side, as if he were surveying the room. He walked to Callen with a beer in his head. "Nell says that you're a Cal alumnus," he started, even though it had nothing to do with Christmas.

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]g_callen
2011-12-26 04:53 am UTC (link)
It wasn't the family dinner G had wanted. But, dinner with his team was better than nothing, even if he kept watching Savannah and Deeks out of the corner of his eye. G didn't do hope, but he couldn't help wanting to see some indication she wasn't still pushing people away.

Still, there was nothing he could do about Savannah. Despite what anyone said, this was something he couldn't help her with until she was ready to ask for it. As long as she was convinced she was damned and damning her child, that there was no other way to see things, there was nothing anyone could do to help her. She had to make her own way through this crisis of faith and they could only be there to help her back up again when she fell, how ever many times that was before she realized she was doing herself and the people around her more harm than good.

In the meantime, there was the rest of his team to see through this as well.

It surprised, him, nonetheless, to find Bolton coming up to him where G stood to the edges of the group, just observing. The topic of conversation was even more surprising. Personal, not work. But, G could go with it. "She's not wrong. Class of some year far enough back to make me ancient by comparison to today's students," he said with a slight smirk.

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]t_bolton
2011-12-26 05:07 am UTC (link)
Troy laughed. "I could tell you were old without the answer, but I'm too polite to point it out, but since you have... So you were around during the Vietnam war," he teased. "Right at the same time as my dad, then."

He grinned, before taking a sip of the beer. "I bet some things never change, though. Saving the world, leading the revolution even in pre-historic times. Now, the really important question is football or basketball? Or were you one of those that had to do something like rugby or water polo because the other two were too common? Showing your individualism by doing track and field instead of succumbing to the corporate machine that has taken over college sports." How many times had he heard those lines? It still made him laugh that people thought that most athletes cared. They just wanted to play the game.

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]g_callen
2011-12-26 06:29 am UTC (link)
"Technically I was around," G said with a chuckle. "Although, being a toddler precluded me from being named in the draft." He'd had parents and a sister until the war ended, too. Wasn't that an odd way to look at it?

"I'd bet you're right, some things never do. Although, the anti-war protests were very under-attended in my day." Recalling what it had been like back then, senior year with Desert Storm happening while he attended ROTC courses at the protest capitol of the 60s, G couldn't help but smirk a little more. "Mm, 'fraid not. Only real organized athletics I was involved in were the Tri-Service Field Meets between Navy, Army, and Air Force units. Pick-up games of football or basketball could lure me out occasionally."

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]t_bolton
2011-12-26 04:03 pm UTC (link)
"And here I thought you were already graduating," Troy answered, laughing. "I guess you're not as old as you look. I asked my dad once how Nam was. We were watching a movie about it, I was fifteen I think, and I asked. I was totally serious, too. My mom fell from the couch laughing. My dad was not as pleased."

It was Berkeley and California; Troy doubted anything ever changed. "So not Vietnam. Desert Storm?" he guessed, mostly from history class than anything else, before snorting. "So one of those who'd sold out to the capitalist empire, defending a bunch of old dudes and oil reserves. ROTC? What branch?" He had a feeling that everyone around them knew already, but he hadn't really paid attention to service in the military. He'd done what they had said and tried not to get as depressed as some of the people around. "And what do I do to lure you in a game of basketball, before the need for a court, although in one of those unloading areas, we can totally build a court. Some spray paint, two baskets and we're done."

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]g_callen
2011-12-26 08:00 pm UTC (link)
G laughed. "Can't understand why he wouldn't be. Let's keep the age thing between us, though. It's nice having people think I'm old enough to know these things," he teased.

"Desert Storm." Confirmation came with a nod. "My senior year. Navy. An ROTC scholarship was the only way I could afford college. But, we were luckier than the guys in the sixties. The anti-war protestors were a surprisingly small minority, even at Berkley. Mostly the uniform was a chick magnet," he added with a wink. Setting up an court didn't sound like a bad idea, actually. They'd had one at home in the office. And it would be a good outlet for some of the restlessness amoung the team. "Time and a challenge," he answered with a smirk. "The first one I can arrange."

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]t_bolton
2011-12-26 08:06 pm UTC (link)
"I know! My mother thought it was the greatest thing. Made fun of him for like a month after that," he said, chuckling. "Sure, I won't tell anyone that you aren't as old as Dumbledore."

Troy didn't know much past what he'd studied. It was another one of those vague wars like Vietnam. "I had a scholarship, too. Basketball, not ROTC. I don't think I could have done that. Too much discipline and not enough horsing around," he said with a shrug. "That and I was a Theater major. You can imagine how much the two don't go together. In the end, Theater didn't go well with basketball either."

He grinned. "Well, time, a challenge and two hoops with poles. You'll need to arrange for those and the paint. I can fix the court with my eyes closed. My dad is a basketball coach. I learned to walk on the court. A decent ball or two as well."

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]g_callen
2011-12-26 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Chuckling, G shook his head. Had they been so bad about thinking everyone was old when they were that age? Savannah, Bolton, Kinney didn't count. Kinney was Peter Pan stuck in Captain Hook's body.

"I don't know about that. There are a few midshipmen with arts majors, some who play on the teams, too. Or, there were. It depends on what you want to do with it. The five year service commitment might get in the way of a pro career, though. Of course, you also have to want to make that commitment." G shrugged. He wasn't sure if he'd wanted that commitment, but he'd wanted a way out; he'd needed it.

"Deal. You bring a challenge, I'll see about getting you the makings of a court."

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Re: Troy/Callen
[info]t_bolton
2011-12-26 09:03 pm UTC (link)
"You get in with a scholarship, and you have to serve, you have to do the summer thing, and it also cuts into practice time whether that's on a stage or on the court," he said, with a shrug. "I didn't care to do it anyway, so I guess if you really want to, you can do anything, sort of like Santa."

Troy nodded. "All right, we can find ten guys that can play, actually nine guys and a girl. I know Alexis played in school, so I'm sure she'll want to play." He was considering already who to ask, but if they played football, they shouldn't be afraid of playing basketball. They wouldn't get hurt; their egos might. "I guess I have now a reason to talk to more people. We've got a game to plan." He stretched his arm with his fingers closed; if this didn't warrant a fist bump, he didn't know what did.

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