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socktillery) wrote in bakerstreet2014-03-20 02:56 pm
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Well, at least it's not glue.
RULES:
o1. Put down your character ( name | series | any preferences).
o2. Those replying can pick / rng / ask Snape on the astral plane to choose one of the prompts below.
o3. You know what they say: birds of a feather get stuck in questionably legal situations together!
Hope you enjoy your enforced quality time, when you're both stuck -
o1 in traffic, after an atrocious argument.
o2. distracting this person, while your partner in comedy/crime organizes their surprise party, or slashes their car tyres.
o3. defending the base for the next vicious 42 min, until your cavalry to get here. Ladies, gentlemen: good luck.
o4. on a raft, idly drifting the way of the nearest deserted island, a surely cute shark in tow.
o5. in an air vent, after fruitlessly stalking this person, whom you thought to be a serial killer. They don't make friendly neighbours like they used to.
o6. trapped in a codependent relationship with your bed / pet / really domestic hobby, from which this person hopes to break you by way of
o7. in a waiting room, while you're hanging around for the results for a highly embarrassing disease test, and would really rather not run into anyone you kno - ...God damn it.
o8. trying to safely navigate through a department store, after carelessly forgetting you were out on your measly errand during Black Friday / the year's biggest one-day sale.
o9. standing guard in front of a bedroom with this nigh-stranger, so your Romeo-Juliet-like friends can finally get it on in behind closed doors, thematic noises included. Get the small talk going.
10. with your hair in one of their zippers. You pick which. Everyone else just points and laughs.
11. delivering some pretty terrible news to them.
12. with your hand in their mailbox, just as they're coming out of their house, or apartment.
13. doing the dishes, when you both forgot your wallets and can't foot the bill.
14. playing moral support for your friend, who's stuck in a magician's box, while said magician goes off to look for the key. And coffee. And dinner.
15. reading a manual on how to defuse a bomb, or a very sensitive alarm system. Tick-tack. No rush.
16. waiting for the movie reels to get changed over from an accidental porn showing, courtesy of teenagers in charge of the screening room. You're also out of popcorn.
17. under the only stone building around for miles in the middle of an acidic rain. And then you wonder whether pollution's really on the rise.
18. on the roof, after the ladder's snapped in half. Your neighbour's particularly irritable cat might also be out on the prowl.
19. in a bdsm swing. Look, no one's judging.
20. baby-sitting, pet-sitting, or car-sitting. Yes, that new Ferrari needs day and night surveillance.
21. in a lake, because this person caught you skinny-dipping and won't. Go. Away.
22. on the phone for an important interview / business conversation, while this person tries to distract you.
23. waiting to be ransomed, while in the actually quite loving care of especially incompetent criminals.
24. with your and this person's thumbs engaged in a dysfunctional Chinese finger trap.
25. waiting for them to make the Important Announcement they've been hinting at all week, while they taunt and tease you with it.
Clara Murphy | Robocop (2014) | Non-canon shipping is unlikely, but feel free to ask :)
How does 18 sound?
At least Clara was safe. She'd climbed up first, then encouraged him up the aluminum ladder which had almost held his weight. Right now, he suspected that he bore a certain resemblance to a landed fish, with his torso flopped over the edge and his legs dangling down into the warm summer night.
"One moment."
Sounds good!
"You want some help?" The moment the question popped out, she wanted to kick herself. While she might have been able to help pull him up on the roof before, now...it was inconceivable.
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With a whir of servos and the distant shatter of a roof tile as it fell to the ground below, Alex pulled himself up onto the roof. He was careful to stay around the areas where the support beams were, uncertain as to whether the rest of the roof could support him. Falling through into the attic would probably ruin the mood.
Settling gingerly back, he sat on the roof and looked across at Clara with a half-smile. "Been a while since we did this, huh?"
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But right now isn't the time to worry about calling roofers or how they're going to get down (though she's pretty sure that, if need be, she could climb down the gutter's downspout. Alex on the other hand...) or going ladder shopping. Right now is about them. So she pads away from the edge and sits down next to him, letting her head rest against the cool metal of his upper arm with a smile. "Feels like it's been a lifetime."
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And he can - while the pocket-change stipend that Norton filters out of his budget isn't anywhere near his previous salary, at least it means that he can manage things like birthday presents. And ladders.
Meanwhile, the dulled sensory feedback from his arm is registering Clara's weight and warmth against it, and he packs away thoughts on how to get down. (He's pretty sure he can just drop, then go upstairs and open a window for Clara to swing through. He'll catch her.) Wrapping that arm carefully around her shoulder, he wishes that she could somehow still feel his heartbeat through the titanium carbide chestplate the way that he can feel hers.
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She curls against him and brings her knees to her chest, curling her toes on the roof tiles. And while (not for the first time and by no means the last) she misses the way his chest used to feel against her cheek and the way they used to fit together, she's happy and feels safe and is relieved that they've finally gotten back to a place where they can do this and not feel as awkward as they were in the weeks after things first started going back to something that resembled normal. "I'm trying to remember the last time we were up here. I know that someone was setting off fireworks, but I can't remember why."
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At her comment, he thinks back, then his eyes crinkle in remembrance. "That concert down at the Metropark. Neither of us wanted to go, so we sat on the roof and got to watch free fireworks."
Something like a command prompt hums at the back of his head, offering to recreate the moment, but he cancels it. Here and now is what's important.
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"That's right, for Labor Day. So...two years ago. Almost two years ago." Because she didn't dare come up here when he was gone. It would have hurt too much to be up here without him. "It doesn't feel like it was that long ago."
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It's partly true - it does feel like it was far more recent, and yet it also feels like a lifetime ago. In reality, a couple of months ago he was still getting used to . . . well, to being Robocop. It's still a pleasant shock when he gets cheered as he sweeps past on his distinctive motorcycle, still hard to adjust to the added size and mass and the fact that he has to retune all of his reflexes. The programming helps there, but . . . he doesn't want to be dependent on an operating system instead of his brain. And speaking of reflexes . . .
"Did you know that they're building me a car?" he asks instead.
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"I hope you realize that, as soon as you get it, David's going to be begging you for rides all the time." Not that it didn't stop him now, but she kept shooting that down. At least until he turns 13, and she hopes that the novelty of Alex owning a motorcycle will have worn off by then.
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Not that he's ever actually done that, but the higher-ups took a long look at how many arrests he makes on a 'normal' day (as opposed to days when speed and agility matters), and decided that it'd be easier for Alex to drive the suspects back to the station that it would to call in another car and have them take charge of whoever's been arrested.
"Maybe I can pick him up from school in it sometimes," he offers. He won't risk taking David for a jaunt and getting potentially caught up in police work, but picking the kid up from school? That should be okay.
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There's something comfortable about falling back into their old routine of being able to actually banter again. Not that she doesn't feel like she has to walk on eggshells at times, because she still does to a point. She doesn't know if that feeling's ever going to completely go away (though she hopes it does), but it's subsided enough that she doesn't feel guilty ribbing him on occasion.
"Or hockey practice? Considering you actually understand what he's talking about when he gets out." Which isn't to say Clara doesn't get hockey, at least on some level, but it was always Alex and David's thing and it seems wrong, especially now that there's this odd divide between life before and life after the bombing, to get in the way of something they can bond over.
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Her next suggestion makes him blink, face momentarily blank. "Hockey practice," he repeats, like he's almost forgotten the phrase. "Yeah. I think I could do that." Slowly, a smile creeps back across his face. "It'll be good to hear about how his school team's been doing." The thought makes him chuckle. "And it won't hurt his street cred to be picked up in the Robocar."
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"Is that really what they're calling it?" Clara's voice is somewhere between a laugh and a groan, but her smile doesn't fade in the slightest. "They're doing well. At least that's how David makes it sound. I think."