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inthewarDamien's job with Delta Force keeps him away from home a lot, but he can't imagine doing anything else. He fucking loves this job, and he's good at it. This is the only thing he really is good at, and he knows eventually he'll move up through the ranks, be able to do more. He doesn't know what he's doing with his life other than this. He's got his girl, Juliet, and he loves her, but he's really never stopped to think about what happens a year or even a month from now. Maybe it doesn't matter. It's fun, and they're pretty happy. He's not around enough for them to ever really fight.
It's good. It's really good.
He gets home on a Friday night after a mission, and though they aren't living together, Damien swings by Juliet's place with a pizza and some beers, knocking on her door.
"Hey, gorgeous."
It's good. It's really good.
He gets home on a Friday night after a mission, and though they aren't living together, Damien swings by Juliet's place with a pizza and some beers, knocking on her door.
"Hey, gorgeous."
startingpointHe shouldn't have driven over here with alcohol in his system, he knows that. He keeps telling himself he's messed up in a lot of ways today. No, not just today; for months. How could he have gotten this all so wrong? Reade's warnings keep flashing in his mind, telling him he's not looking at Jane objectively, he's too close to see what he should be seeing.
Jane isn't Taylor. She never was.
Taylor, as it turns out, was buried under the cold, wet earth of Fort Boone twenty-five years ago. By his own fucking father. Not father, not anymore. Just a monster whose name he has to share.
His hand shakes a little as he stumbles into the safehouse, flinging Taylor's doll onto the table and fighting back tears of rage and pain again. He sinks into the chair at the table, leaning back against the wall and just waiting. He doesn't know what he'll say to Jane yet, but his heart is pounding as he waits.
Jane isn't Taylor. She never was.
Taylor, as it turns out, was buried under the cold, wet earth of Fort Boone twenty-five years ago. By his own fucking father. Not father, not anymore. Just a monster whose name he has to share.
His hand shakes a little as he stumbles into the safehouse, flinging Taylor's doll onto the table and fighting back tears of rage and pain again. He sinks into the chair at the table, leaning back against the wall and just waiting. He doesn't know what he'll say to Jane yet, but his heart is pounding as he waits.
That word is love.
May. 1st, 2016 07:51 pmstartingpointIt's the twenty-fifth anniversary of Taylor's disappearance, and Kurt's mood is noticeably dour. He's never been the most easy-going person at work, but his mood gets much worse and everyone knows to keep their distance from him. It's a quiet day, thankfully, and he gets off early, heading upstate to be with Emma and their small family of people who miss Taylor just as much as Kurt does.
Kurt's mother left them years ago, unable to stick around when it seemed his father was the one responsible for taylor's disappearance. He'd been exonerated five years ago, and it took a while for the healing to begin, but Kurt and his father are finally on good terms again. So he hugs him tightly when he sees him, taking comfort in the strength of his father's arms. It's Emma Shaw, though, who has all of Kurt's focus. They take care of each other, and he pulls her tightly into his arms to hug her, kissing her temple tenderly as she tells him he looks tired and like he's not eating enough, fussing over him. He smiles softly and just nods, keeping his arm around her waist while the minister speaks and presides over the memorial.
When it's over, they all go out to eat dinner, and Kurt spends the night at Emma's house, letting her dote over him with a pancake breakfast in the morning. He brings her a bouquet of flowers before he leaves with Sarah in the afternoon, and that night, his sister starts bugging him about dating. He's never been able to hold onto a steady relationship, and she worries about him sometimes.
"What about a blind date? Just for fun. It doesn't even have to be serious," she prods him.
"Yeah...no," he says quickly, shaking his head.
"Please. Just think about it. Just once."
He rolls his eyes a little, finally conceding, "I'll think about it."
Kurt's mother left them years ago, unable to stick around when it seemed his father was the one responsible for taylor's disappearance. He'd been exonerated five years ago, and it took a while for the healing to begin, but Kurt and his father are finally on good terms again. So he hugs him tightly when he sees him, taking comfort in the strength of his father's arms. It's Emma Shaw, though, who has all of Kurt's focus. They take care of each other, and he pulls her tightly into his arms to hug her, kissing her temple tenderly as she tells him he looks tired and like he's not eating enough, fussing over him. He smiles softly and just nods, keeping his arm around her waist while the minister speaks and presides over the memorial.
When it's over, they all go out to eat dinner, and Kurt spends the night at Emma's house, letting her dote over him with a pancake breakfast in the morning. He brings her a bouquet of flowers before he leaves with Sarah in the afternoon, and that night, his sister starts bugging him about dating. He's never been able to hold onto a steady relationship, and she worries about him sometimes.
"What about a blind date? Just for fun. It doesn't even have to be serious," she prods him.
"Yeah...no," he says quickly, shaking his head.
"Please. Just think about it. Just once."
He rolls his eyes a little, finally conceding, "I'll think about it."
I'll Live My Life As It's Meant To Be
Apr. 15th, 2016 08:28 pmstartingpointKurt and Taylor have known each other their whole lives, growing up together in Clearfield, Pennsylvania. She was a tomboy, always following him around, and he loved having her with them. They were best friends then and that bond stayed strong through the years, even with the changes that inevitably came with their teenage years. College was harder, when they were in different schools, but they'd admitted their feelings to each other in Kurt's junior year, things escalating quickly between them then as they started to seriously date.
They waited for marriage until Taylor had graduated college, and then moved to New York to start their lives together. There are times when they don't see each other as much as they'd like, but they more than make up for it when they are together. They worry about each other, though with Taylor being a Navy SEAL, there's sometimes even more to fear, with her being gone in a foreign country and out of reach.
She's just finished a tour of duty, though, and won't have to ship out again for a few weeks. So Kurt's planning to thoroughly enjoy the time they have together, and he wakes up before her, smiling as he turns to face her. She's sleeping and he doesn't want to wake her yet, his fingers stroking through her hair tenderly, with a light touch as he kisses down her neck slowly.
They waited for marriage until Taylor had graduated college, and then moved to New York to start their lives together. There are times when they don't see each other as much as they'd like, but they more than make up for it when they are together. They worry about each other, though with Taylor being a Navy SEAL, there's sometimes even more to fear, with her being gone in a foreign country and out of reach.
She's just finished a tour of duty, though, and won't have to ship out again for a few weeks. So Kurt's planning to thoroughly enjoy the time they have together, and he wakes up before her, smiling as he turns to face her. She's sleeping and he doesn't want to wake her yet, his fingers stroking through her hair tenderly, with a light touch as he kisses down her neck slowly.
Post-Ep: Older Cutthroat Canyon
Apr. 6th, 2016 10:43 pmstartingpointOn the surface, Kurt has spent all of today disregarding everyone's concern and insistence that he stay in the hospital and take it easy. They've been separated for twenty-five years, but Kurt knows Jane's heart, he knows she wouldn't run unless it meant protecting her team. Getting to her, making sure she's safe, is all that matters to him. If he pops some stitches in the process, he'll fix that later. If he loses her, that can't be fixed, and he refuses to let that happen again.
That's not to say he isn't upset with her when they reunite, his fear bubbling up to the surface as he tells her what she did was reckless. But then she asks what he would have done and he can't lie, the truth of it softening him.
The same thing. He would have done the same thing.
He's turning to leave the room but stops himself, looking at her. "It's been a long day," he sighs, rubbing a hand lightly at his neck. "Let me take you home."
That's not to say he isn't upset with her when they reunite, his fear bubbling up to the surface as he tells her what she did was reckless. But then she asks what he would have done and he can't lie, the truth of it softening him.
The same thing. He would have done the same thing.
He's turning to leave the room but stops himself, looking at her. "It's been a long day," he sighs, rubbing a hand lightly at his neck. "Let me take you home."
Post-Ep: Any Wounded Thief
Apr. 5th, 2016 09:23 pmstartingpointIn hindsight, he realizes maybe making plans with Allie tonight of all nights wasn't the best idea. He's been so unsure where things stand between him and Jane that he hadn't thought she'd even want to go out with him. He shouldn't have assumed something one way or another, though. The look on her face still cuts a knife through his heart, and he makes up some excuse with Allie that he knows she's not buying.
He doesn't know what he's doing with Allie, he really doesn't. He loves her, on some level. He knows that. They have fun together, he's happy with her. But he doesn't know what any of that really means in the long-term.
For now, though, he stops off at the store to buy a bottle of bourbon, walking over to Jane's safe house and hoping she's there.
"Jane. It's me."
He doesn't know what he's doing with Allie, he really doesn't. He loves her, on some level. He knows that. They have fun together, he's happy with her. But he doesn't know what any of that really means in the long-term.
For now, though, he stops off at the store to buy a bottle of bourbon, walking over to Jane's safe house and hoping she's there.
"Jane. It's me."
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Mar. 8th, 2016 03:19 pmstartingpointFor so many years, that image of his father trudging into their house with muddy boots in the dark, unforgiving shadows haunted him. He thought it meant this imposing figure, this sad, pathetic man had done something terrible to Taylor, to his best friend. With the truth out now, that his father couldn't have possibly hurt Taylor, he's wondered what he was really up to that night. What was he doing? What was he hiding?
Knowing the truth - that he'd planned to kill himself - is a strange truth to take in. He doesn't know what to think or feel, the emotions overwhelming him. He doesn't want to tell Sarah, doesn't want that burden on her shoulders. Then his thoughts shift to Jane, to his best friend. Or - the woman who was once his best friend. He knows she's upset with him, he saw that disappointment in her eyes and he wonders if she'll even want to see him now. But he wants to just see her. Just for a moment.
Rather than calling her, he just heads over to her safe house, clearing his throat and letting out a breath before knocking on her door.
"Jane. It's me," he says, so she knows.
Knowing the truth - that he'd planned to kill himself - is a strange truth to take in. He doesn't know what to think or feel, the emotions overwhelming him. He doesn't want to tell Sarah, doesn't want that burden on her shoulders. Then his thoughts shift to Jane, to his best friend. Or - the woman who was once his best friend. He knows she's upset with him, he saw that disappointment in her eyes and he wonders if she'll even want to see him now. But he wants to just see her. Just for a moment.
Rather than calling her, he just heads over to her safe house, clearing his throat and letting out a breath before knocking on her door.
"Jane. It's me," he says, so she knows.
for endingpoint
Feb. 11th, 2016 05:26 pmstartingpointThe first time he called and she didn't answer, he assumed she maybe hadn't made it home yet. Or was eating or taking a shower. He waited an hour, but then she still wasn't answering the phone. So he got in his car, ready to drive over there. The ringing of his phone interrupted him, though, and he answered with a brusque, "Weller."
Mayfair quickly explained that he needed to get to the hospital. Jane was safe, but being kept for observation. Carter was dead. He'd taken her.
Goddammit.
He slammed his phone against the dashboard and raced to the hospital, jogging up to the desk to ask where her room was before making his way over there.
"Jane."
Mayfair quickly explained that he needed to get to the hospital. Jane was safe, but being kept for observation. Carter was dead. He'd taken her.
Goddammit.
He slammed his phone against the dashboard and raced to the hospital, jogging up to the desk to ask where her room was before making his way over there.
"Jane."
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Nov. 29th, 2015 08:07 pmstartingpointWhen he started college, Kurt really had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He'd always had a protective instinct towards people, especially his loved ones, but it wasn't until he was halfway through college he realized maybe he'd good at doing something in law enforcement, something that would enable him to hunt down bad guys and keep people safe. So he'd pursued Criminal Justice, with a minor in Psychology, and spoken to an FBI recruiter in his junior year so he knew which classes to specifically take, and how to start training for the Academy. The day he was accepted, he'd been overjoyed, and gone home for the weekend to celebrate with his family (which included his best friend, Taylor).
He'll be so far away from family in Quantico, but it helps knowing Taylor won't be far away, going to college now at the University of Virginia. He'd offered to help her move in, missing the time together. This summer, they'd been attached at the hip, just like old times, and it was everything he'd wanted after four years apart. Just talking over the phone and through email wasn't always enough. He's got everything unpacked at his dorm at Quantico, and he drives over to the college early, wanting to beat Taylor though since he has coffee and doughnuts for them to share while they unpack.
He'll be so far away from family in Quantico, but it helps knowing Taylor won't be far away, going to college now at the University of Virginia. He'd offered to help her move in, missing the time together. This summer, they'd been attached at the hip, just like old times, and it was everything he'd wanted after four years apart. Just talking over the phone and through email wasn't always enough. He's got everything unpacked at his dorm at Quantico, and he drives over to the college early, wanting to beat Taylor though since he has coffee and doughnuts for them to share while they unpack.
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Nov. 18th, 2015 01:04 pmstartingpoint[ continued from ( X )
He can see the bruises all over her and he hates even touching her like this because he worries there are even more injuries he can't see; doing CPR is brutal on the body and hers is already so fragile. But he keeps going until she finally, blessedly, takes a breath.
"I'm here, I'm right here," he presses his forehead to hers, holding onto her until the medics rush forward to take her. He's hovering, not wanting to leave her side, and he insists on riding in the ambulance with her, staying right with her the whole time.
He can see the bruises all over her and he hates even touching her like this because he worries there are even more injuries he can't see; doing CPR is brutal on the body and hers is already so fragile. But he keeps going until she finally, blessedly, takes a breath.
"I'm here, I'm right here," he presses his forehead to hers, holding onto her until the medics rush forward to take her. He's hovering, not wanting to leave her side, and he insists on riding in the ambulance with her, staying right with her the whole time.
for tooking
Jul. 19th, 2015 09:30 pmalionsheartHis time away from Sherwood Forest had been eventful, tumultuous, and even terrifying at times. He hadn't really understood much about where he was, why he was there, and it was hard to believe he'd ever make it home. But Robin has always been more optimistic than most. His experiences - an ordeal, really - certainly tested him in a way he hadn't ever been before, even after Marian's death, but he's stronger and better for it now, he knows.
In some ways, it had been worth it to find Bilbo, his dear friend beside him now. He truly couldn't fathom being parted from him, and though he hadn't been sure if it would even work, he'd urged Bilbo to return with him when they had their chance. And here they are now...home. Together.
"My son is going to adore you," Robin smiles softly as they make their way through the forest.
In some ways, it had been worth it to find Bilbo, his dear friend beside him now. He truly couldn't fathom being parted from him, and though he hadn't been sure if it would even work, he'd urged Bilbo to return with him when they had their chance. And here they are now...home. Together.
"My son is going to adore you," Robin smiles softly as they make their way through the forest.
for handing
Oct. 7th, 2014 01:02 amalionsheartThe friendship between them ran deep, though Robin couldn't deny that lately, he'd begun to feel far more than mere friendship in regards to Pepper. He was always at ease around her, comfortable in a way that was so vastly different from his interactions with anyone else. He flirted a bit, not shy about that at all, but he wasn't the type to make advances without being at least somewhat certain Pepper might actually want any sort of romantic attention from him.
Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
They'd been in an accident together, driving home from a movie, and though Robin was mildly concussed and had a few bruised ribs, he was far more concerned with Pepper. The doctor assured him she was well enough to leave in the morning, that her knee had only been dislocated, not shattered, and should heal up nicely. Still, he worried and fussed, staying with her until they were cleared to leave in the morning.
This meant, of course, that it made more sense to simply stay with her while they both convalesced, helping one another through this. Not the way he'd planned for any of this to go at all. The instant they were out of the cab, despite the ache in his torso, he swept her up into his arms, not wanting her to even try and protest.
"Allow me this, please," he said softly. Even knowing that the accident wasn't his fault, that they'd been rear-ended by someone not paying attention, he still felt responsible for what had happened to her, and needed to take care of her.
Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
They'd been in an accident together, driving home from a movie, and though Robin was mildly concussed and had a few bruised ribs, he was far more concerned with Pepper. The doctor assured him she was well enough to leave in the morning, that her knee had only been dislocated, not shattered, and should heal up nicely. Still, he worried and fussed, staying with her until they were cleared to leave in the morning.
This meant, of course, that it made more sense to simply stay with her while they both convalesced, helping one another through this. Not the way he'd planned for any of this to go at all. The instant they were out of the cab, despite the ache in his torso, he swept her up into his arms, not wanting her to even try and protest.
"Allow me this, please," he said softly. Even knowing that the accident wasn't his fault, that they'd been rear-ended by someone not paying attention, he still felt responsible for what had happened to her, and needed to take care of her.
A New Life
Jul. 31st, 2014 09:56 pmalionsheartRobin couldn't remember the last time he had slept so peacefully. It wasn't only his body that felt relaxed, but his heart and soul. Perhaps as a result of so many years spent alone, Robin felt an ardent need to be as close to Lagertha as possible when they were alone together. So while they slept, he enjoyed holding her in his arms.
He still couldn't believe that they were finally in Storybrooke together, that they could truly start a life together, and he looked forward to every moment.
Their first morning in Storybrooke together, Robin was just beginning to wake, his fingers gliding slowly through her hair, though his own eyes remained closed for the moment.
He still couldn't believe that they were finally in Storybrooke together, that they could truly start a life together, and he looked forward to every moment.
Their first morning in Storybrooke together, Robin was just beginning to wake, his fingers gliding slowly through her hair, though his own eyes remained closed for the moment.
don't let me go;
Jul. 18th, 2014 01:02 amalionsheartThe shock of seeing Marian again had blinded Robin to everything else for just a moment. It was as though time had completely frozen, and it was only the two of them, the way he'd once wished it could have been for the rest of their lives. But Marian had died.
She was supposed to be dead, and that was a difficult thought to reconcile. So long ago, he would have given anything to be with her again, but now that she was here, the thought wrapping around his mind was that she shouldn't be here. It shouldn't have been possible. He might not know everything about magic, but a part of him realized there had to be consequences for this.
His thoughts quickly shifted to Regina, though, and the tears in her eyes didn't escape his notice. He kissed Marian's forehead again, then stepped back, reaching for Regina's hand. He would have to sort things out with Marian separately, but for now, he just needed Regina to know that it wasn't as simple as going back to his wife. His heart was divided, and already shattering with the weight of it all.
"Regina..."
She was supposed to be dead, and that was a difficult thought to reconcile. So long ago, he would have given anything to be with her again, but now that she was here, the thought wrapping around his mind was that she shouldn't be here. It shouldn't have been possible. He might not know everything about magic, but a part of him realized there had to be consequences for this.
His thoughts quickly shifted to Regina, though, and the tears in her eyes didn't escape his notice. He kissed Marian's forehead again, then stepped back, reaching for Regina's hand. He would have to sort things out with Marian separately, but for now, he just needed Regina to know that it wasn't as simple as going back to his wife. His heart was divided, and already shattering with the weight of it all.
"Regina..."