Higher Faster Further More (captainmarvel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-22 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, carol danvers (captain marvel), tiffany maxwell |
Who: Carol and Tiff
What: Tiff talks about a close call, Carol gives her advice.
When: 3/21
Where: Carol's hanger
Status: PG-13
Tiffany was sitting at her desk with her computer flickering in front of her, but her eyes were kinda dead. She looked as though she was staring past the screen, like there was an invisible world behind it. From the frown on her face, it was clear that wherever her consciousness was, it wasn’t especially pretty. But she otherwise looked okay. Her hair was done, her nails were perfect. This wasn’t the outright depression that had plagued her before. She looked more like she was daydreaming than anything else. Daydreaming about...something kinda sad, maybe.
If there was one thing about her amnesia that didn’t affect Carol it was that she still knew how to fly, which meant she still had a job. And she liked Tiffany and had tried very hard to get to know her again despite the blank she drew. But there was something wrong, so she sat down on the desk. “Earth to Tiffany.”
“Hm?” Tiffany replied, though there weren’t exactly words involved. There was still fog in her eyes as she blinked at Carol. “Sorry. I zoned out.” Even her boss looking all kinds of sexy and powerful on her desk couldn’t fully bring her back.
“You’ve been doing that all day. Is something on your mind?” Carol set her own worries aside (and really, the past week had been pretty good. Great date with Jess, beating up some Darkspawn..a perfect Avenger week, really), so she could focus on her friend.
Pressing her palm against her forehead, Tiffany sighed. She twisted her lips in thought, forming some sort of cross between a smile and a frown. She did have things pleagining her mind. Big things. “I kinda...had a pregnancy scare. Over Valentine’s.”
“Oh, that’s a pretty big deal.” she reached over to rub her shoulder. “Which part scared you the most?”
“Probably the part where my boyfriend was okay with it. Maybe even excited. I…” Tiffany paused. “I have these dreams about my husband, who doesn’t exist here, trying to talk me into having a baby. But I don’t want to. And then he dies. And everything’s so depressing.”
That was...really depressing, so Carol tried another angle. “Okay, do you want one here? That’s the question, and the most important one. While a marriage is a partnership, ultimately it’s your body.”
With a rough sigh, Tiffany flopped backward into her chair. “I hadn’t really thought about it. I mean, I have a hard enough time taking care of myself. But, I admit that when I found out I wasn’t, I was sort of sad.” She lifted her eyes to Carol. “I know, doesn’t make any sense.”
“That makes perfect sense.” At least it did to Carol. “You started to think about the idea as being a real possibility, and when you did, you found that maybe you liked the idea.”
“Maybe. But I’d be the world's worst mother. Probably.” She pressed her face into her hands a scrubbed. It wasn’t like her own mom had given her a great example. Walking out on her dad, clearly preferring her sister over Tiffany the ‘difficult one’.
“I doubt that. When it comes down to it I think you’d do fine.” But Carol didn’t know any better, so she shrugged her shoulder.
But like a woman who had not had such a great example of a mother, Tiffany drank in Carol’s approval. There had never been enough strong female role models in her life. “Really?” she asked, hopeful for support.
“Yeah. No one’s perfect. You’ll screw up, but I think you’ll be able to learn from your screw ups. Everyone screws up.” She winked.
Tiffany smiled and sighed. Her shoulders finally relaxed a little bit, too. She did try hard to learn from her mistakes. “Well, I don’t want to run home and get knocked up for real. Not immediately. But it was nice to see that my boyfriend didn’t bolt in the night.”
“That’s also a good sign. Accept it if it happens but try to make sure it doesn’t.” Carol poked her in the shoulder. “Do I need to send you home with a box of condoms? Because I will.”
“You have boxes of condoms here in the office?” Tiffany’s smile became her trademark smirk as she laughed. Carol was pretty private, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that she had been dating a woman.
“No. But I can get some. Really fast.” Carol’s voice shifted into faux gangster. “I know a guy who knows a guy, he can hook you up.”
Tiffany held up her hands, emitting a rare giggle. Very rare for the queen of sarcasm. "No, please do not hook me up with your contraceptive guy. I think my boyfriend might have a heart attack if I came home with boxes of condoms." Besides, maybe she was ready to give them up. Who knew? She had some thinking ahead of her.