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The dinner had gone well - it was the first Thanksgiving he could remember. People were filtering out of the common room, sleepy and full, a state which Bourne both enjoyed and was wary of (because being sleepy meant you weren't on your game, and not being on your game meant you were dead).
Pretty soon, it was only him and Claire left.
And yet he still wasn't good at talking. Not even to her.
Pretty soon, it was only him and Claire left.
And yet he still wasn't good at talking. Not even to her.
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Date: 2010-12-19 06:09 am (UTC)If he'd been overly concerned with societal norms he would have realized that it was stalkerish behavior. But he'd been on a mission, dammit.
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Date: 2010-12-19 06:34 am (UTC)"So, then what happened?"
Exposition Theatre~
Date: 2010-12-21 11:00 pm (UTC)"Of course, she was talking about something else - a deal she'd been overseeing that week that had gone sour, and I was framed for it. But I didn't know that.
"I knew Nicky would be under surveillance, so I helped her evade it. She told me I'd never done a mission in Berlin. I was so angry - she thought I was going to shoot her. I was almost angry enough to. But I left. She didn't know where I'd gone."
Sorry my tags are short, but it's more about Jason. Just don't want you to think I'm uninterested.
Date: 2010-12-22 03:46 am (UTC)No worries! Sorry I take so long. xD
Date: 2011-01-04 05:38 am (UTC)"I checked into the hotel with one of the passports they'd had Interpol flag. Within five minutes, I was surrounded. So I escaped. I had to run through half of Berlin, but I escaped. And I knew right where I was going. I had to find the man who had started it all. My old boss. He'd had Marie killed to save his own skin from being investigated for a shady oil deal. He told me..." His hands started to shake. "He told me I was the reason she was dead."
Bourne took a deep breath, running his hands up over his face and through his short hair. That lingering bit of doubt Abbott had seeded in him was still there - and it was part of why he ran so hard and trained so angrily. Maybe if he fought hard enough he could make it not true.
<3 S'all good, honeybun.
Date: 2011-01-04 05:56 am (UTC)She reached for a hand after it went through his hair, firmly reminding him of her support and their commitment to work through this. "But it's not true and you have to know this. You have to accept he's a piece of shit and you are not, at.all., responsible for Marie's death. Remember, Jason."
Claire squeezed his hand for added measure, trying to catch his gaze. It wasn't fair, and she felt so horribly for him.
He can never heal. Never. :|
Date: 2011-01-04 06:18 am (UTC)"Was," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "He was a piece of shit. He thought I had a gun pointed at him when I confronted him in his hotel room; it was really a tape recorder. He unwittingly confessed all of it to me. When he saw it, he knew he was finished. I left him my gun. Later I heard he took the coward's way out."
And wouldn't the press have had a field day with that one.
"I took the train to Moscow to find the daughter of the people I killed. I'm good at finding people. The assassin who'd killed Marie was still under orders to kill me. I got him into a car wreck, intending to kill him myself. But by the time I got out of my car and over to his..." He shrugged, the motion of a man resigned to accepting what had happened. "I found the Neski girl. I told her the truth, apologized, and left her apartment, still bleeding from where the assassin had shot me." He shrugged again, but this time it was more of an 'Assassins...what're you gonna do, right?' thing than acceptance.
"I kept reading the papers. I picked up The Guardian. Imagine my surprise when I saw that one of their reporters was doing an exposé on my program. On me."
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh drama-llama
Date: 2011-01-04 06:26 am (UTC)Licking her lips, she asked, "What did she say? Who was writing about you?" She felt defensive toward Jason, tough the story was already written. Were she a bird, Claire's feathers would have ruffled up in angry protest against any ill wording toward him.
rofl
Date: 2011-01-04 06:33 am (UTC)His hand was still in hers. And he didn't mind.
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Date: 2011-01-04 07:04 am (UTC)"And the girl in Russia? What happened with her?"
Because she was looking for more detail there, how she reacted, if she forgave him.
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Date: 2011-01-04 07:09 am (UTC)"I hope what I told her helps. I hope she's happier now, knowing her mother didn't kill her father and then herself. Not like the reality is much better. They're still dead."
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:23 am (UTC)She fell against his side gently, closing her eyes. She didn't have to play games with Jason. She could relax and feel safe here, as emotional and exposing as their alone time could be.
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Date: 2011-01-07 02:21 am (UTC)What else was there to say? The rest of his story could wait. If she felt safe here, if she could be calm leaning against his side, then who was he to begrudge her that? Especially here on the Barge, where it was difficult to feel safe. Slowly, he put a gentle arm around her shoulder.
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Date: 2011-01-07 03:50 am (UTC)Because sometimes, fuck is the only word good enough.
Claire drew in a deep breath and released it just as easily. "We make some team, huh?"
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Date: 2011-01-07 04:08 am (UTC)But at least she could relate. It was in some ways a blessing - so she knew what he meant - but it was also a curse. She shouldn't have had to go through those sorts of things.
"Yeah," he said, trying to crack a smile, "some team."
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Date: 2011-01-07 04:20 am (UTC)Claire craned her head to look upward at his face, her cheek still pressed against his shoulder. She reached for the arm around her and linked her fingers into Jason's hand, not saying anything but her eyes saying just enough.
HERE, HAVE SOME RAMBLY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
Date: 2011-01-07 06:05 am (UTC)He still wasn't over it. Not completely. He doubted he ever would be, and he kept his deal with the Admiral in mind. But he also had to come to grips with the fact that he actually really liked Claire. A lot. They were good friends at the very least.
LOVE.
Date: 2011-01-07 06:10 am (UTC)Part of her wanted to stay here, out of fatigue and out of comfort, but Claire couldn't find the words to ask. For once.
<3
Date: 2011-01-07 06:15 am (UTC)"And next time, you have to tell me more about your life, okay?" he asked as they left towards her cabin. "I feel like I'm talking too much."
For a man of as few words as Jason, he really had been talking a lot. She seemed to do that to him.