It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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bakerstreet2016-03-29 08:45 pm
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“I don’t just need retribution, Frank. I need information. I need all of Hell’s Kitchen to know what these people did.” Her face is very serious. This is one thing that’s been very important to Karen from the moment her source came to her. To have someone trust you with bringing about justice - It puts a heavy weight on your shoulders. Karen couldn’t wait to get rid of it and there was only one right way to do that - Give her source closure.
“Can you promise me that?” Those blue eyes of hers search his face. Could he promise that he wouldn’t shoot first?
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But makes deliberate eye-contact and nods anyway.
"I'll get your information."
She probably won't much like how he gets it, but she's smart. She knows what she's asking, because she's seen him at work. He forced her to witness some of it in this very diner, the last time they were here. His eyes flick over to the counters, brand new and a different shade from the last ones, which had been riddled with with multiple buckshots before he managed to wrestle the shotgun away from the Blacksmith's man.
"You really are always right in the middle of it, aren't you?"
She has some kind of uncanny knack.
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“Thank you.” Her voice is soft when it comes out, but her tone is sincere. Karen isn’t certain she could have done it on her own. Oh, she would have tried her damnedest. Her dedication to her source is something she’s dead serious about. When Karen Page makes a promise she does her very best to keep it. Would she have succeeded, though? She was dealing with dangerous people who had the advantage over her and she was alone, or at least she was before she’d enlisted Frank’s help. Now, she supposed, the game was completely different.
“I don’t always try to be.” She admitted with a ghost of a smile and a shrug of her shoulders. Sometimes she did try. It wasn’t like trying to get into trouble, of course. It was more like pursuing something else entirely and winding up in trouble because of that.
“You’re one to talk, though.” Karen raises her eyebrows as she looks at him. If anyone in this diner is a master at getting into messes, she’s not so sure it’s her.
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He wonders about her, sometimes. She's got that spark he sees in Red, the one that cares too much. Not just about him, but about everything: about injustice and the second chances and monsters being able to do good, like they even deserve that chance. She'd cared about Grotto and he'd been a slimy shitsack - she'd never been in danger any danger for him, but she hadn't known that back then, and she'd done what she did anyway.
And here she is again, flirting with the line of fire for someone else, and the truth, and justice.
He doesn't know what to do with that. He doesn't know if he wants the compulsion to be chased out of her for her own safety, or if it ought to be protected. Treasured. Kept safe. It's not in everybody, that spark. It's certainly not in him.
"I'm just surprised to see you here," he deflects, burying his face in his coffee for a moment. His eyes flick out to the street, but no cars have circled around more than once, and no danger lurks around the corners tonight. As far as he can tell.
"Can't be for the good memories. Yeah? The coffee's alright, but not that alright."
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“I’m not even sure I know, myself. I started walking and it was like my feet had a mind of their own.” It’s not entirely untrue. Karen had felt like she was on autopilot when she’d gotten started walking to the diner. She knew, though, that part of it was her missing him.
It was funny how clients at Nelson & Murdock could become part of Karen’s life so quickly. She dedicated herself so completely to their cases, researching everything so thoroughly, and then in an instant they were out of her life. It was even more intense with Frank. Having him gone felt like she was missing an important piece of herself. As much as she’d tried to convince herself and him, he wasn’t dead to her.
Her eyes find their way to the tabletop in front of her. “It’s not exactly full of good memories, but it reminds me of you.” There it is, out in the open. Suddenly, the truth. Karen feels a little uncomfortable having said it, but having said it makes her feel like there’s a weight off of her chest. It’s a paradox that way.
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He'd meant it when he said that she should stay away from him. He had. He'd meant it then and he'd mean it now if he could bring himself to say it again. He isn't ever really going to forget the way she shook, the bone-deep, terrified look in her eyes after she sat behind the counter and listened to him murder two men right in this very diner. (He'd brought her here as bait. It had worked, but it still makes him an asshole and he knows it.)
But for all that, he's the one who came in here today just because he saw her wandering in the street. So who is he to talk?
"I'm not," his voice starts out embarrassingly hoarse, and he stops to swallow so it comes back. "I'm not good for you. Ma'am." He licks his lips, and looks at her. Trying to convey what he means because words aren't really his strength. She's not a goddamn idiot, he knows: not good isn't some startling new information. "Or anyone. I'm just, not."
He can't even tell if he wants her to tell him to pack it in and get the hell out of her face, or if he wants her to want him to stay. Both seem terrible in different ways. (Both seem like they'd be for the best, in others.)
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“I know.” Her voice is smaller than she means it to be. “I know, but at the same time I think you are.” She sighs. She knows it doesn’t make any sense at all. At best she sounds confused, at worst idiotic and on some level she’s aware of that.
Her eyebrows wrinkle together and she looks him dead in the eyes. “You’re a hell of a paradox, Frank. When I’m around you I know I’m in danger, but I also know I’ve never felt safer.”
Karen is silent for a few seconds, just looking at him and holding onto her mug of coffee like it’s a security blanket. She only looks away when a car outside backfires, not jumping but calmly turning her head to see what caused the noise. When her attention returns to the inside of the diner, her gaze has fallen to the dark, warm liquid she’s been drinking all night instead of looking to Frank.
“I probably sound pretty dumb to you right now.” She sounds resigned. Part of it is the lack of sleep, but another part of it is something else. A feeling of being worn down. A feeling that these emotions she has for him will never be resolved.