Who: Tesla and Loki. Where: Her Aunt's ranch in New Mexico. When: Earlier today. After this happened last night. What: A chat of the less happy kind. Warnings/Status: Swearing, that'll be about it. Incomp.
She'd been sitting for only minutes when she finally had to just get off of the plane. She didn't want to go to the island. She wasn't looking to go and tan and get drunk on the beach like Logan had joked about. It wouldn't help, she could do that in Santa Barbara. She got her bag back, luckily, and went back inside, using her phone to dig around, decide where to go instead. It hit her like a ton of bricks.
She hadn't seen her father's family since they had come to Los Angeles for his funeral when she was twelve years old. She hadn't wanted to, any more than she'd wanted to talk about the night her father died. She still hadn't done that, but she figured some time with family that would always be family would do her some good. The flight to Albuquerque left at around 11:45, and after getting lost, she'd finally gotten a cab to the small cattle ranch a little out from the city.
One she hadn't seen in about ten years. It was still the whee morning hours, so when she'd knocked, there had been some fuss over her before they all went back to bed until a more suitable hour. She'd spent the morning with her Aunt and six cousins, chatting about most of the last eight years. It was just after lunch, when Tesla was helping wash the dishes that her aunt came into the kitchen to tell her a young man was waiting to see her. She was stumped until the only logical answer came to mind.
She didn't know how he'd figured it out, but she was sort of glad he had. Wiping her wet hands on a towel she'd dashed out onto the front porch, the screen door slamming behind her. "Logan? How did y-. . .oh." She was quickly disheartened, managed a smile. "Hey Loki."