Greg Everett // Kaylee Frye (icanfixit) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2009-10-13 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | edita reese, greg everett |
Who: Dita Reese and Greg Everett
What: Phone Call
When: Tuesday Night
Warnings: Awkwardness, past lives, talk of light bondage. They pretty much cover everything.
-ring ring-
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Dita."
"Hi, Greg. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. Just hadn't heard from you in awhile."
"Sorry. Busy. Teaching, putting together the Decathlon team..."
"They never run out of things to give you to do, do they?"
"I guess not. If they did, then I'd have free time. Don't know what I'd do with free time."
"That is a dangerous thing." -laughs- "I was thinkin' I might help with that too, keepin' you busy and outta trouble. You free on Friday night? Or do they have you teachin' the water polo team to bake brownies or somethin'?"
"Well, we usually train if you're up to it on Fridays. That keeps me out of some trouble, but seems to get me into other...trouble." - pause - "I'm free."
"That's good. I know we talked about switchin' up the training a little bit. Thought maybe we could take a week off before we do and try somethin' that doesn't leave either of us bruised the next day."
"That's yet to happen. Our being around each other without some some bruises."
"There's a first time for everythin'?"
"I suppose there is. Then again, our last date was supposed to bruise free."
"Fair point. Can't say it wasn't fun though."
"I'm sure some people wouldn't agree. I didn't mind it. One day, you'll learn that I'm usually right."
"Hm, maybe. You are pretty persuasive."
"I'm sure you say that to all the girls who pin you down."
"Sure, all one of 'em."
"It could be worse. I could have tied you up and used you as a pillow. Well, I could have tied you up."
-laughing again- "Really now? If that's the kinda thing that turns you on..."
"Yes? If it is?"
"Is it?"
"Not really." - a little softer - "Though, I don't mind it when you get a little aggressive."
"I think we can deal with that." -amused- "I've got somethin' of a feel for how we work, sweetness."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that sparring sessions don't always end with us fightin'."
"Oh...no. Not always."
"Not always. Doesn't hurt to mix things up a little, right?"
"I suppose not."
"Right. Um, so, Friday night? I'll pick you up?"
"In Dallas? In New Orleans?"
"New Orleans, if you don't mind the trip. I've got the perfect place in mind."
"Don't expect me to be able to eat too quickly. And I'm not sure I'd want to head back immediately either."
"Then we'll just have to make sure you stick around long enough to make it worth your while."
"Greg, I'm really bad at this."
"Does that mean you're backing out?"
"No. I haven't always been bad at this, but I have been since...Zoe."
"That's.... that makes sense. It's okay. Maybe we can balance each other out? I used to be a lot worse at this. Didn't think I'd ever do it again actually, until Kaylee."
"I don't like not being good at something. I wanted to apologize for falling asleep on you."
"Nobody does. And that ain't the sort of thing you need to apologize for." -sweet-
"Really."
"I didn't want to ask, but...did I have a nightmare?"
"Nah. That is... I didn't notice anything."
"Good. I'm not screwed in the head or anything, but I have nightmares. About her life."
"We're all a little messed up." -pause- "I'm sorry. That's... I didn't know."
"Why should you know? It's why she misses Wash. She slept better with him; he helped her."
"I just hadn't thought about it. I mean, Kaylee's life was pretty quiet, relatively. But it makes sense that you'd, you know, have other things to deal with." -not sure what else to say- "I'm sure she misses him for a lot of reasons."
"Yeah. I think that's part of why I probably suck at this?"
"Look on the bright side, at least you have an excuse?"
"But I don't want an excuse? I'm sorry. Guess this is something better discussed face to face, but I didn't think I'd be able to face to face."
"Probably. It's okay. This is fine. Unless you want to do face to face. You could always fall asleep on me again."
"I don't want you to think I only see you because it means I get sleep."
-sly- "I thought you only saw me becuase you wanted someone to beat up on."
"Well, there is that."
"Yeah, I knew there was some other reason you liked me."
"No! Wait, that's not why! You're pretty."
-laughs- "So three things. I can live with that."
"No, I mean. Damn."
"You are bad at this."
"Yes, we've established that. So, you should be nice to me."
"Oh, is that why?"
"Well, would you rather I threaten to kick your ass repeatedly?"
"Nah, I think we're past that."
"So, now you have to be nice because I'm bad at this."
"I guess I can do that. You should be nice to me too. Becuase I'm pretty. And becuase I'm bored and lonely out here."
"So, I'm just something to keep you busy?"
"Keepin' me out of trouble?"
"Well, all you need is a jail cell or a set of cuffs to do that."
"Sure, but what fun are those without someone to play with?"
"Well, someone would probably be in the cell with you."
"Yeah, not quite what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind? You know, I didn't ask. Do you like the idea of being tied up?"
"I've never tried it, babe. But I'm up for about anything."
"Really?"
"Surprised?"
"Well, a little, yes."
"We're very complicated."
"We are. But you seem sort of normal really."
"Do I? I don't think I know what normal is anymore."
"You're probably the most normal person I know, as a reincarnate anyway."
"That's not a very high standard there, but uh, thanks, I guess?"
"Well, I know some rather normal people otherwise."
"Me too, but they aren't all that interesting."
"So, what's your secret?"
"What do you mean?"
"What makes you complicated?"
"You mean besides the girl genius space mechanic in my head?"
"I don't think that makes things overly complicated."
"I doesn't make 'em simple."
"No. Not saying it does, but it's Kaylee. Not many people would find her difficult."
"She ain't. We all know I'm the difficult one here."
"You don't seem all that difficult. Other than the bat."
"Sure, other than that...."
"Does the bat bother you, or what drove you to it? Still."
"It doesn't bother me. Much. Maybe a little. It's not what I'd classify as normal, anyway."
"You were angry. Not condoning, or excusing, but...you were angry."
"Yeah." -pause- "Well, that's at least part of what makes me complicated. So there's that."
"Who knew."
"Least we can be complicated together now and then. I think it helps."
"It does help a little."
"I should go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alrea- uhm. Okay. Yeah."
"Bye."
"Bye."
-click-