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mitochondriaaya) wrote2009-03-22 03:54 am
mitochondriaaya) wrote2009-03-22 03:54 am
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Missing pieces
Pierce noticed first. He tended to keep an eye on her, so when she started getting edgy and tense, he pulled her aside to ask what was wrong. Aya didn't know what he was talking about, even after he pointed out the white knuckled grip on her coffee mug. Their cases had been slowing down as the tourists left...there was nothing to be tense over!
Nothing at all.
It was easy to dismiss and ignore the tension in her shoulders by keeping active. The gym, dancing, dinners, and relaxing interludes afterward with a late autumn vacationer named Kern. Surf lessons with Ben, chasing Cat with the camera...
She started falling out of her bed again. She'd been silly enough to actually get a large bed high off the ground. Served her right to wake up under he damn thing one night in seven. One in five. One in two.
Sometimes it took her awhile to get a message, but even she had to admit something must be wrong. Hell if she knew what though. It wasn't until she was working through the list of her home projects that it started to dawn on her. Sitting in front of that damn wall with a sledge hammer made her mind click. Dilan. She hadn't seen Dilan in...weeks?
That wasn't exactly unusual. The boys would get caught up in a slew of lab experiments and forget about the outside world. Their record had been six months. But...but she'd seen Braig. He'd been over a couple of times, just relaxing, not brimming with news of something new. And Dilan hadn't.
The useless half-wall actually did serve some purpose. It was a really good wall to lean against while thinking. And the conclusion she drew as usual, especially when it came to her personal life was: 'I screwed up'. For some reason Dilan was avoiding her.
And she hadn't the faintest clue why. Nothing plausible occurred to her by the time she had made a decent dent in the wall project and had to stop. It was damn hard to fix something when she wasn't sure how she'd broken it. There was nothing for it, she'd have to go ask him herself.
Aya called ahead, to the Mary's specifically, just to make sure she wasn't actually going to interrupt anything by showing up. Then it was just a matter of swinging by Dilan's to pick up Cat, just in case a peace offering was necessary, and driving out to the lab. She knew the way to his office. And even though he wasn't there when they arrived, she was more than content to sit on his desk and read as Cat prowled. Dilan would show up eventually. It was a lot harder to avoid his office than to avoid her.
Nothing at all.
It was easy to dismiss and ignore the tension in her shoulders by keeping active. The gym, dancing, dinners, and relaxing interludes afterward with a late autumn vacationer named Kern. Surf lessons with Ben, chasing Cat with the camera...
She started falling out of her bed again. She'd been silly enough to actually get a large bed high off the ground. Served her right to wake up under he damn thing one night in seven. One in five. One in two.
Sometimes it took her awhile to get a message, but even she had to admit something must be wrong. Hell if she knew what though. It wasn't until she was working through the list of her home projects that it started to dawn on her. Sitting in front of that damn wall with a sledge hammer made her mind click. Dilan. She hadn't seen Dilan in...weeks?
That wasn't exactly unusual. The boys would get caught up in a slew of lab experiments and forget about the outside world. Their record had been six months. But...but she'd seen Braig. He'd been over a couple of times, just relaxing, not brimming with news of something new. And Dilan hadn't.
The useless half-wall actually did serve some purpose. It was a really good wall to lean against while thinking. And the conclusion she drew as usual, especially when it came to her personal life was: 'I screwed up'. For some reason Dilan was avoiding her.
And she hadn't the faintest clue why. Nothing plausible occurred to her by the time she had made a decent dent in the wall project and had to stop. It was damn hard to fix something when she wasn't sure how she'd broken it. There was nothing for it, she'd have to go ask him herself.
Aya called ahead, to the Mary's specifically, just to make sure she wasn't actually going to interrupt anything by showing up. Then it was just a matter of swinging by Dilan's to pick up Cat, just in case a peace offering was necessary, and driving out to the lab. She knew the way to his office. And even though he wasn't there when they arrived, she was more than content to sit on his desk and read as Cat prowled. Dilan would show up eventually. It was a lot harder to avoid his office than to avoid her.
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Dilan is fussing with papers that are already perfectly in order and looking like - he's been sleeping as well as she has.
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It. Would probably sound more bitchy if he didn't sound nearly as - wistful - over the words.
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"Think I'm falling for you."
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She almost missed his comment.
Almost.
"Huh?"
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"An explanation earlier might have been nice. I've been messed up for weeks trying to figure out why I hadn't seen you. Case solved. Want me to...go?"
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"Besides..." she tried for a wry grin. Tried and failed. "Avoiding anything makes you think about it more."
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"You still care, I don't have to grovel to get things fixed...I guess I call this a win. Just a...messed up, confused win."
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As for the rest? She could handle it a lot better than Dilan? "Can I talk you into getting some food an rest? Please?"
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"And give me a call if you want to surf but still need space alright?"
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