Haymitch Abernathy (Hunger Games) (drunkstrategy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-01 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, haymitch abernathy, tinkerbell |
Who: Haymitch and Tink
When: Before Valentine’s Day
Where: Tink’s garage
What: Checking in
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Haymitch was still worried about Tink, the young girl had seemed so sad when he’d last spoken to her. So he’d called into Baxter’s to get her a sparkling latte and a few cookies then headed over to her garage just to say Hi and see how she was doing.
Pulling up he smiled as he saw she was underneath a car, working away. “Hey kiddo, you got time to take a break with an old man?” he teased.
Tink always felt better when she was under a car. Working with things she understood was a whole lot better and easier than working with (or even thinking about) things she didn’t understand. Like human emotions, or ripped wings. The fact that her Dream sister turned out to be her biological sister, raised by a different family. The idea that she was never going to fly again. These were all painful and confusing things for Tink. And she didn’t like thinking about them.
She rolled out from under the car and broke into a soft, shy smile at the sight of Haymitch--her savior. Then she nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got a few minutes.” She climbed up and started wiping her hands on a rag that may have made them more dirty in the process. Grease. Gets everywhere. “Just let me tidy up.” She said, realizing her cleaning efforts were futile.
“Take your time” he said easily while he moved to take a seat in the office, figuring it would be one of the more clean areas of the garage. She had a nice little business going here, she was good at her job, friendly and fair. He’d have to see about helping her out with a little PR campaign, if she didn’t mind. He wanted to do what he could to assist her since he couldn’t do anything about her wings.
Tink hopped into the wash room in the back and managed to get some of the grease off of her hands. Then she came out, feeling much more fresh, and offered up a hand to shake one of his. “Hi, Haymitch.” Out of all the people in the world, Tink probably trusted Haymitch the most. Right now, anyway. He’d saved her life. “It’s good to see you.”
Haymitch smiled and used the grip on her hand to pull her in for a brief hug before letting her go and patting her gently on the head. "It's good to see you too. How you doing sweetheart? Holding up okay?"
God, it was nice to get a hug. Tink wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. Briefly. Then she cleared her throat and shrugged. “I’m okay. Trying to get used to being land-bound.” With her injured wing she couldn’t fly.
Haymitch wasn’t the hugging sort really but he could tell she probably needed it. He ran a PR company for a reason and that was because he generally understood people.
“No improvement then?” he’d been kind of hoping it would heal on it’s own, even though he knew it was a slim hope.
“No,” Tink said, shaking her head. She pulled out her wings and gave them a tiny flutter. There was still a large chunk of the left wing hanging on by a thread. She put them away quickly, so it wouldn’t get any worse. “It’s okay, though. I can still walk, anyway.”
“I am sorry” Haymitch, despite how illogical it was, felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to get there earlier. “If you need anything you know you can always ask. I can’t give you your wing back but anything else I’ll try”
“You’re really kind, Haymitch. I can’t ask you for anything more.” She moved into the office so they could sit, but veered right so she could fix them a cup of coffee. They had a Keurig in the waiting area. She poured them each some java. “The Old Man who owns this place is in Hospice right now,” she said, idly, trying not to get emotional over it. “It’s just been a shitty few weeks. Months, even.”
Neal leaving to find Henry and therefore himself, then his possession. He said they couldn’t be together and she was trying her best not to think about him. Now the crime wave, her cut wing, and working open to close pretty much by herself every day? She was exhausted.
“What’s gonna happen to this place?” he asked her curiously, wondering if perhaps this was the way in which he could help her. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d brought another company and he knew she was good at what she did, it could really take off for her if done the right way.
“It sounds like you need a break or help at least” he added kindly.
Tink gave a little sigh. “I don’t know. The Old Man’s son died in a car crash about twenty years ago. He doesn’t have any other family. And he’s not particularly nice, so I don’t think he’s got any friends, either. Not that I’ve seen, anyway.”
She laughed, sadly, offering up a cup of coffee to him. “I could use a break. That’s why I haven’t been doing much of anything outside work. Just sleep.”
“Let me get my team to look into where we stand legally for you” Haymitch told her, “If he has no family to inherit I imagine the business will be sold but we’ll see what’s happening before we think about that” he smiled.
Taking the coffee he nodded, “You need a couple of days off sweetheart. Is there anybody you can call to relieve you? Any favours to call in with other garages?”
“Uh.” Tink frowned a little, thinking about it. “I could make a few calls. I could bring in… my sister offered to help. She could at least cover the phones and keep me company while I handle the car stuff.”
“That might be good” Haymitch said, “Not exactly time off but company and any help is going to be better than nothing”
“I’ll make some calls.” Tink said, sliding down into one of the sofas in the waiting room. It was actually quite comfortable. Tink didn’t mind spending time in there. She held the coffee cup between both hands, savoring the warmth. “It’s gonna be okay. I mean, I know it’ll be fine eventually."
"Of course it will" And he'd help if he could to ensure that. He liked the young girl, she reminded him of some of the sweet tributes from his dreams. Maybe by helping Tink he could make up for his dream self’s inability to help them.
Tink finished up her coffee. “I’ll keep you posted how things go. I mean, everything’s so uncertain now. I’m just… keeping the fort. I’m planning on going to see the Old Man day after tomorrow at the hospital. He’s in Hospice care, though, so… it doesn’t look good.” She felt like she was repeating herself now.
Haymitch nodded, “Call me or whatever after you’ve seen him and let me know what you find out” then he would be able to better judge how or if he could help.
“I will.” Tink had to keep Haymitch in mind. He was a good person. and she trusted him. Those kinds of people were few and far between it seemed.