Yeah, he... loves her. He loves her so much and it's been a long time since they met and he can still remember the thrill he felt the first time she touched him. It wasn't that he fell in love with her right away -- he's almost not that kind of a guy and Julia had just... well... yeah -- but nothing's ever really kept him from flirting when he's felt like it, and he felt like it with her.
He also remembers the first time his fingers traced that scar across her face. When he ever found out that just a few feet away from where he was lying, that soldier threatened to reopen Beth's scar... hell, it's probably a good thing he was unconscious or the ending to that story probably would have been a little bit different. No one gets to fuck with his Beths on his watch. Only after they've taken him out of the picture, he guesses, because try as he might, he's no superhero. Hell, he isn't even much of an ordinary hero. Getting stuck out here with no way back wasn't his first choice: he was being selfish and trying to grab a little extra time with his Beths, that's all. But he's sure glad he did it that day instead of waiting around for some next time that probably never would have come.
"When I was little, I used to think being invisible would be cool. You know, be able to listen in on peoples' conversations, go places without being seen, sneak into movies, steal things, all that shit. And it is kind of cool, but I'm pretty damn sick of it. I guess I like me better visible too."
"Peek-a-boo," Junior says with a giggle. "Bis-ble. I see you."
"Hey. Surprise, Kicking Bird. I see you too."
(His Dad probably would have been nicer if they'd had a daughter instead of a son. Junior's never getting treated the way he was treated.)
He speaks conspiratorially to Beth Junior. "We're going to have to play hide-and-seek with your mom one of these days. What do you say we check out all the rooms in this place?"
It ought to be a little unbelievable that this place is in the kind of shape it is, but he's still learning about this world, and this country in this world too. His arms tighten around both Beth and Junior as they make their way down the skinny hallway, stopping in front of a door. "What do you think, Slim? You want to put money on finding clean sheets in the linen closet?"
It'd be good to make sure there's no rats nesting in there or anything, although he really hasn't seen too many of those for a while. It's hard to maintain a species when there are no males around. Extrapolating from that concept, he gives Junior a quick little squeeze: he never thought he'd be glad to have a kid in his arms, but now he can't imagine what life would be like without her.
Without either of them. If he has to hide here in France till he's old and gray and crusty as Doohan, he'll do it... if it means he gets to stay with Beth and Beth.
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Date: 2008-07-25 09:48 pm (UTC)He also remembers the first time his fingers traced that scar across her face. When he ever found out that just a few feet away from where he was lying, that soldier threatened to reopen Beth's scar... hell, it's probably a good thing he was unconscious or the ending to that story probably would have been a little bit different. No one gets to fuck with his Beths on his watch. Only after they've taken him out of the picture, he guesses, because try as he might, he's no superhero. Hell, he isn't even much of an ordinary hero. Getting stuck out here with no way back wasn't his first choice: he was being selfish and trying to grab a little extra time with his Beths, that's all. But he's sure glad he did it that day instead of waiting around for some next time that probably never would have come.
"When I was little, I used to think being invisible would be cool. You know, be able to listen in on peoples' conversations, go places without being seen, sneak into movies, steal things, all that shit. And it is kind of cool, but I'm pretty damn sick of it. I guess I like me better visible too."
"Peek-a-boo," Junior says with a giggle. "Bis-ble. I see you."
"Hey. Surprise, Kicking Bird. I see you too."
(His Dad probably would have been nicer if they'd had a daughter instead of a son. Junior's never getting treated the way he was treated.)
He speaks conspiratorially to Beth Junior. "We're going to have to play hide-and-seek with your mom one of these days. What do you say we check out all the rooms in this place?"
It ought to be a little unbelievable that this place is in the kind of shape it is, but he's still learning about this world, and this country in this world too. His arms tighten around both Beth and Junior as they make their way down the skinny hallway, stopping in front of a door. "What do you think, Slim? You want to put money on finding clean sheets in the linen closet?"
It'd be good to make sure there's no rats nesting in there or anything, although he really hasn't seen too many of those for a while. It's hard to maintain a species when there are no males around. Extrapolating from that concept, he gives Junior a quick little squeeze: he never thought he'd be glad to have a kid in his arms, but now he can't imagine what life would be like without her.
Without either of them. If he has to hide here in France till he's old and gray and crusty as Doohan, he'll do it... if it means he gets to stay with Beth and Beth.