Mitch Rapp (rapp) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-10 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jasmine parks, mitch rapp |
Who: Jaz Parks and Mitch Rapp
Where: Some random club
When: After work, post dreams (Feb 15th)
What: Letting off steam
Status: Complete
Warnings: Language
There were many ways to get hot and sweaty and after the dreams all Jaz wanted was to cut loose and find a way to stop turning the stuff she’d learned around in her head. Mitch had to be included, because he was Mitch and inclusion was part of their deal. “I guess I’m getting the first round in?” she asked with a grin, given that it was always the way. A few minutes later she was back, drinks in hand and the music starting to lift her soul. It was all she could do to stop her feet dancing already, but Jaz figured Mitch would take a little more warming up. They’d also not had much time to actually talk this week, beyond work stuff, as it’d been super-busy. “So what’s been going on in Mitch-land?” she asked as she leant against the wall next to him and took a swig from her beer. “Obviously not the Mitch-land that coincides with Jaz-land, cause I know about that,” she said with a smile. That they didn’t live in each other’s pockets was another reason their friendship worked and it was good to keep it that way. “Tell me all the things,” Jaz said with a grin, “and then we’ll dance.” * The whole club scene wasn’t exactly Mitch’s thing, but it’s where Jaz wanted to go and he hardly ever said no to Jaz. “You’re smart,” he told her with a smile. She shouldn’t even have to ask. She bought the first round no matter where they were. He said his thanks once she returned and grabbed his drink. “Not too much.” He was going to keep the fact that he had his own dreams to himself, but he knew sooner or later she was going to get it out of him, so he might as well jump in head first and get it over with. “Other than I had a couple of those vivid dreams.” He took a swig of his beer and waited for her to react to what he had just said. * Jaz almost choked on her beer as Mitch told her that he’d had some dreams of his own and her instant reaction was to thump his arm. A slave to impulse, that was exactly what she did! “How can you just now be telling me this?” she asked as she considered smacking him again but instead her curiosity got the better of her. “So, tell me what you dreamed?” Jaz said with a frown, “and you’d better not get the super powers and flying and shit, cause they were supposed to be mine,” even if she had revised her thinking on super-heroes since talking to Cisco. “Are your dreams bad too?” * That reaction was pretty much the reaction Mitch had expected from Jaz. “I figured you were still dealing with having your own messed up dreams that I didn’t need to throw mine out there right now.” Because his hadn’t been as bad as hers. Were his dreams awesome? No. But he still didn’t think they were that bad. “I dreamt that I was a teen again and getting told that my parents died in a car accident in a foreign country. And then I had a dream about getting kicked out of boarding schools because of all the fights my dream self was getting into.” He took another swig of his drink. “No powers for me. No need to get jealous over there.” * When Mitch tossed the whole dream thing back at her she thumped him again, cause seriously? “So I had a dream? I can multitask,” Jaz told him with a frown. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be the friend you need cause I have shit on my plate too.” Besides, hadn’t they fixed her stuff for now? Grief was gone and Mitch had a pretty good handle on comforting her when he needed to. Now he was talking about what happened to him Jaz felt really bad for him. Worse, because now she’d done the dream thing herself, she knew that he’d felt every emotion that Teen-Mitch would have felt about his parents and stuff. “I’m really sorry you had to go through that alone,” she said softly. “So in alternate-land you were the boistrois brat, huh?” she met his eyes with a small smirk, “that’s a turnaround. Think how dangerous we could have been if you’d been the one leading me astray?” Jaz took a swig of her beer and slipped her arm through Mitch’s, “so how are you doing with it all? It’s a lot, huh?” * “I just didn’t want you worrying about me,” Mitch simply said. Her dream had seemed a hell of a lot worse, so he didn’t feel like adding into the problem. “I know.” It wasn’t like her point was wrong. He knew he could talk to her even if shit was going on in her own head. “It’s fine. I hung out with Hurley after I had the dreams, so it’s not like I sat around and thought about it too much on my own.” Mostly since then, he tried not to think about it. It was some weird, vivid dream and he was trying really hard not to let it affect his actual life. “Heh, yeah, it would appear that way.” He shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t think dream me and you were on the same level.” Jaz just wanted to have some fun. Dream him wanted to punch anyone that looked at him funny. “I’m dealing with it. I’m not going to let it suck me into some emotional black hole or anything.” * She seriously considered thumping Mitch again after all she worried about him whether or not he wanted it to happen. It was built into her DNA. Instead she gave him a half-hug - enough to show her support but not enough to spill their drinks, cause whatever else Jaz was, she had her priorities straight. “Next time don’t keep it to yourself, huh?” she said meeting his eyes and daring Mitch to ignore her. “We can do this together,” hell, Jaz figured they could pretty much move mountains if they did it together! “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with Hurley too?” she said with raised eyebrow and a glint of mischief. “Or at least didn’t at least consider inviting me along… okay, that just got weird,” Jaz said taking a drink of her beer and trying not to giggle so hard she choked. “So you’re sure you’re okay? I mean, what was Dream-Mitch like?” she asked curious to know more beyond the deaths and the school stuff. Was he still like her Mitch? Jaz had to grin, knowing that he’d been the crazy one in his dreams. Okay, he wasn’t a stone-cold killer, which was a step up from her own dreams, but a world were Mitch led the way to mischief couldn’t be all bad, right? “How were we not on the same page?” Jaz asked at his enigmatic response, “cause I’m totally sure we’d have figure out some hell to raise,” she said with a nod. * If Jaz thumped him again, he’d thump her right back. He didn’t care if she was a woman or not. “Yeah, fine, okay. If I dream again, I won’t keep it from you. Fuck man, you and Hurley both wanting to be in the loop of my dreams…” Honestly, he hoped he didn’t have any more of them. But deep down he knew he was as fucked as everyone else when it came to those damn things. “One, I would have to be into men and two, if I were, I don’t think Hurley would be my type.” He half smirked before taking another sip of his drink. “He told me not to bring anyone. Just myself and that’s what I did,” he told her. “Yeah, I’m fine.” And he meant it. It wasn’t like his parents were actually dead. He checked. They were fine. It was just a stupid dream. “Until the news of the accident, he was normal. After that, it felt like anything could make him snap. A ticking time bomb if you will.” He had a feeling if someone even breathed wrong, dream him would have punched them for it. “Let’s see, you like to get in trouble because it’s fun. Dream me seems to be angry at the world. See. Not the same page.” * Jaz took another swig of her beer in order to mask her expression when Hurley was mentioned. So he hadn’t said exactly what Mitch had dreamed about but he sure as shit knew something! “Dunno what Hurley’s so interested in, but I’m claiming BFF rights on your dreams,” she told him looking up at him. “I should totally be in the loop, just like you are with mine,” Jaz told him with a nod. She didn’t want more dreams but Mitch was the one she’d talk to if and when they happened and she expected the same of him. She gave him a slow smirk and asked, “you wouldn’t make an exception for Hurley?” Okay, neither would Jaz, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tease him. “Cause he’s a fine male specimen - you could do a whole lot worse,” she said wiggling her eyebrows at Mitch. “What would your type be?”she asked curious to know, cause hell, why not? Jaz listened as Mitch told her about Dream-Mitch and though he did seem alright with the whole thing she wasn’t buying it. Not totally. She didn’t believe you could get news like that and not wonder ‘what if’. If Mitch hadn’t woken right up and called his folks he wasn’t the man she thought he was, that was for damned sure. “So when you say ‘normal’ you mean like you?” Jaz asked encouraged to hear that much, even if the accident seemed to be a catalyst for all things bad. “He was violent?” She really couldn’t believe that of Mitch. I mean, he had his moments, but mostly he was the peacekeeper of the pair. Then again she did feelings in a big way, unlike her dream-counterpart. “He sounds pretty messed up,” she said softly. “Maybe he and dream-me would be on the same page?” she suggested with a frown. “You don’t think we’re gonna turn into them, do you Mitch?” cause that had been the thing freaking her out since her dream. * “I think I’m in his dreams or something. Maybe that’s why he wants me to tell him about my own.” It was the only thing he could think of. “I think he got something that has to do with me too. Just a guess. He was pretty hush hush about it and just kept insisting that I tell him the minute I start dreaming.” Which was exactly what he did, but he still didn’t know what the whole file thing was about. Not yet. “If you think that, then you go and date him,” Mitch said with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know. But I seriously doubt it would be Hurley. He’s too grumpy for my liking,” he told her. “Yeah, I guess. Nothing crazy had been going on. Everything seemed pretty typical until the whole accident thing.” And then dream him seemed to have lost his mind and gone violent. “Well, dream me didn’t get kicked out of three boarding schools for tickling,” he sarcastically said. “Right now, yeah, he does.” And he hoped things changed if he was going to have to keep having these damn dreams. “I hope not.” Because he really did not want to carry around all of that anger. * That made sense, Jaz agreed with a nod, “so he knows stuff you don’t and is worried?” she said with a frown. Well shit. What the fuck could be so bad that would worry Hurley? She looked up at Mitch, “he’s gonna be your father, huh?” she said with a small smile, trying to shove away the stress and bring back the fun a little. Jaz really didn’t like the sound of the whole situation. Part of her itched to beat it out of Hurley, but if he wasn’t telling Mitch then she had no chance. “Just remember what you keep telling me,” she said softly, “it’s just a dream. It might be fucked up but it’s not real,” Jaz wished she could totally believe that for herself. “Me date?” she looked up at Mitch with amusement, “well that isn’t going to happen and sure as shit won’t happen with Hurley.” Or anything else, cause it was frickin’ Hurley! “Grumpy and maybe your Dad,” Jaz told him with a smirk, “definitely better leave that alone, huh? Do you think he has old-man-balls? All sagging and down to his knees?” She wrinkled her nose at the image, “I bet he has back hair too. Nope, no tapping that,” she told Mitch with a resolute shake of her head. Jaz looked Mitch’s way and took a swig of her beer, “I can’t imagine you violent,” she told him with a frown. “I mean, the whole accident thing is a lot for a guy, but it sounds like you lost your damn mind.” She raised an eyebrow, “I’ve heard some strange things about boarding schools,” Jaz answered with a grin, “I’d believe anything, though getting tossed for tickling would be harsh, depending on where you were tickling.” “Our dream people need to get us some happy,” she said with a sigh. “And if they can’t get happy, we’ll have to do it for them.” It was a plan, right? Plans were good. “Maybe you’ll work out a way to deal with the shit, like… jousting!” Jaz suggested, reaching for as non-violent an outlet as she could think of. * “That’s what it seems like.” It was a guess. But Mitch wouldn’t know until he had more dreams. “Oh, haha, I doubt that’s what this is all about.” It felt like it could be something bigger than that. And no matter how much he tried to get it out of Hurley, he got nothing. All he could do was guess. “Yeah, I know.” He nodded with a small smirk. “Why not? You flirt with him all the time,” he teased. “He’s not my dad.” Okay, stared at Jaz and then shook his head. Nope, he did not want this conversation. He was going to ignore her. “I guess dream me doesn’t deal with emotions like a normal person.” Which only him wonder if dream him was going to be like that in every dream he had. He kind of hoped not. “Haha.” He nodded in agreement. “And how are we going to do that?” he asked before finishing off his drink. “How about…no. I am getting another drink, though.” * Jaz sure as shit wasn’t going to turn down another drink at this point and suggested with a smile, “we should probably move to shots. You need to dance this off and there’s not a chance you’re doing that sober,” she said handing Mitch her empty beer bottle. “So you don’t want to joust, how about we take dance classes?” she was pretty much willing to try anything to focus the combined dream-anger of their two alter-egos. While Mitch had been getting the drinks Jaz had been thinking and when he returned she asked, “do you think you’ve done something… like… really bad?” That Hurley might know about but not want him to hear until he’d seen the circumstances - it fit, right? “If you wanna put this in a little box and not talk about it until you’ve dreamed it, just tell me,” Jaz told him. Though it wouldn’t stop her mind reeling with options of what could be so bad it could make Hurley act like such a diva. “And I definitely don’t flirt with him,” she pointed out, “cause most of the time he’s treating me like the annoying step-kid he has to keep around if he wants to get laid by his wife,” Jaz said with a smirk. “He definitely has old-man-balls, huh?” she drove home, only because she’d seen the look on Mitch’s face when she’d suggested it. Honestly Jaz didn’t know what a ‘normal person’ did on any score, mostly because she didn’t think she’d ever met one that fit the bill. “We’ll work him out, Mitch,” she said with a confident nod, “cause it’s what we do. We fix people.” Even if it was their psycho inner demons, they had the skills to hand and would use them. “The good news is you do know how to process stuff like a normal person - mostly - so you can process his stuff for him,” Jaz said with a smile. Yeah, she had confidence in Mitch, all the way, which was more than could be said of herself. * Mitch didn’t say anything until he came back with more drinks for them. “Dancing classes? Why dancing classes?” He shrugged his shoulders at Jaz’s question. “I have no idea. I hope not. I just wish he would have just told me or better yet just shown me the file.” But it looked like he was going to get nothing until he had more dreams of his own. “There’s nothing to really talk about. Dream me lost his parents and got kicked out of schools.” The only mystery was this file that Hurley had. But he wasn’t going to dwell on it. No point. “Sure you do,” he kept on. “I’m ignoring you now,” he told her as he grabbed his drink and took a swig of it. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m trying not to bog myself down with all of this. I don’t need it messing up my life.” And if he thought about it too much, it was going to bug him and he didn’t want that. He just wanted to do normal stuff with Jaz and forget that they had these weird ass dreams. * “It’s as good a way as any to use up all that excess energy?” Jaz said with a shrug, “if you’re not gonna fake-fight then I figured it’s as good a way of any to get out any dream-grr.” Would it come to that? Hell, her own dream-self didn’t seem to have a single emotion left but if Mitch’s had an abundance maybe an outlet for them would help him? And if not dancing they’d come up with something else. She took a swig of her drink and looked over at him with a look he’d probably seen hundreds of times during their lives. Plotting-Jaz. “If you wanted, we could try and sneak a look at that file?” she suggested with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, if Hurley won’t tell you and you really want to know stuff…” she said leaving it hanging right there for Mitch to grab a hold of, if he wanted it. Jaz pulled a face, “I so do not flirt with him!” she said giving him an elbow in the ribs for teasing her so. “And ignore me at your peril,” she grinned mischievously. “Please tell me you’re teasing me about Hurley, though,” she turned full on to Mitch and frowned, “I wouldn’t wanna give the old man a heart attack - or hope,” she said with a chuckle. “Yeah, I guess that’s the best way to go with it,” Jaz downed her drink in agreement. “I mean, this life is pretty damned good, so why would we want another one that’s a pain in the ass?” She shifted a little and frowned, unable to hide a little worry from her face as she wondered if it was that easy. Just decide to handle it and it’d all be okay, “excellent plan, Mitch,” Jaz said more softly. * “I don’t have any dream grr to get out,” Mitch told her. Just because dream him was all grr right now that didn’t mean he was grring too. Uh oh, Mitch knew that look that Jaz had. He knew it far too well. “There’s got to be a very good reason why he won’t tell me about it or show me it. I don’t think I want to know what’s in it quite yet.” He gave her a yeah right look before he got the elbow. “Or what, you’ll stab me with your boney elbows again?” he teased. “Think about it, if you gave him a heart attack, you can also save him.” “I don’t know.” He wished that he did. But he had no answer for it. He just knew he wasn’t going to let this current dream that he had affect his life. “So, let’s forget about these stupid dreams and have some fun.” |