tara diana smith (tardiss) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-10 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leonard mccoy, tardis |
Who: Leonard McCoy and Tara Smith
When: Friday, 08 Feb 2013
Where: Street
What: Random Encounter, but she doesn’t remember him?
Rating: Low
Status: Complete when posted
McCoy was kind of lost in thought. He had a lot of things going on in his head and his heart, confusing stuff, really. It felt like this was a changing point in his life. He felt like he was finally ready to be an adult again, finally ready to move on and start dating... but the first woman he felt like he could date turned him down. Blow to the ego, for sure. He was headed down the street toward his favorite coffee shop when he passed by (and nearly bumped shoulders with) a very familiar woman. Frowning, he turned around and cleared his throat as she passed.
“...Tara?”
She jumped at her name, off in her own little world. Tara was known for that: never completely aware of what was happening. She assumed that the person who called her name would be familiar, but when she turned, she simply couldn’t place his face. Her brow immediately furrowed as she replied with a “Yes? Hello, that’s me.”
McCoy broke into a bit of a smile when he saw her turn around. He hadn’t gotten that wrong. This was the strange but friendly lady who had simply appeared in his living room one day. He took a step closer to her. “How are you? Did you find your way home all right?” He asked.
Tipping her head, Tara was just plain confused. She’d never met this man before, why was he asking if she’d made it home all right? She was sure of it now that she’d been watching him a while, she was good with faces. “I’m fine... I’m so sorry, but do I know you?”
Had she known anything about the timey wimey, Tara might have been better prepared to bluff her way through meeting someone later in her linear timeline (earlier in theirs). But because she was quite clueless about that wibbly wobbly, she was left horribly confused.
Well, her confusion was infectious. McCoy caught it and gave her a blank stare for a moment. "You showed up in my living room." He said, as if he couldn't believe she didn't remember. "I was making lunch... Then you just disappeared. I figured you went home."
“I’ve... never been to your house,” she said it as if it was a question, though it was a fact. She had never been to his house, really, not yet -- not for a few months. “Sorry, but what’s your name?” Luckily Tara was not the type to immediately jump to the conclusion that McCoy was some crazy person out to kill people.
“McCoy.” He said, feeling a little deja vu at the conversation. “Leonard McCoy. I’m a doctor.” He paused, staring at her. “You really don’t remember me at all? It was just last week.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she shook her head, brows still furrowed. “You must have the wrong person. Perhaps you’ve dreamt it? People have been having weird dreams around here.”
McCoy blinked at her. He had no idea how she didn’t remember. “Oh. I suppose that’s possible,” even though he knew it wasn’t. There must have been some weird stuff happening to make her forget the whole conversation that they had. “Well, it’s good to see that you’re well.” He added, not wanting to be creeper-stalky.
“Yes,” she replied, now feeling quite bad that she couldn’t remember him. “I’m well! I’m sorry about the confusion,” she said, laughing a bit awkwardly. “Glad to meet you, either way. Bye, then, McCoy.” She waved and turned to go. That was a bit... weird. Slightly awkward. But Tara had weird run-ins all the time, she supposed. Another one to add to the list.
“And you, Tara.” He gave her a small smile, looking rather confused, then turned to head off down the street in his originally intended direction. What a very, very strange encounter.