trans_9 | No pain... [Open]

Entry tags:

No pain... [Open]

So, the hostages had been rescued successfully and were recovering. The crew members affected by the clock were back to their proper age.

Sherry was back to her proper age. Something which was both a great relief and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time. He was glad she was back to being his little linefacer, but getting a chance to see her when she was so small, during all the years of her life that he hadn't been a part of.

At least he took plenty of pictures.

Though, while a couple of problems were solved, there were still plenty more to deal with. The map; whether or not the GIA set them up at NiSaris; the Ohm; replacing repodded personnel... Though he was taking a break from that now. Or was trying to, at least. Not an easy thing to do with a ton of stuff weighing on his mind.

To help clear his mind, he went down to the City (which reminded him, at some point, he needed suggest to the Council that they actually give the City a name), and at the moment was hanging upside down from a tall fence doing one sit up after another. He wasn't out of shape, still barely having an ounce of fat on him, and by no means rusty, but the rescue mission had made him realize he had been out of the field and behind a desk for too long. Being some distant, hands off executive wasn't his style. And whatever was about to come their way next, he'd need to be at his best to help.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You know, I'm pretty sure there's a jungle gym behind the school," which was where Claire was coming from, when she happened upon her boyfriend hanging upside-down on a fence. She smirked, walking towards him while crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side.

"I'm sure the kids wouldn't mind sharing."

Edited 2011-06-13 03:02 (UTC)

He let out a small chuckle as he stopped for a bit.

"Considering how many kids have been running around this ship recently, with the exception of our own, I think I'll avoid the lot of them for a while."

"You've got that in common with our daughter," she replied casually, strolling up and leaning on the fence next to him, looking down like this was the most normal thing in the world. "I keep telling her they're not all delinquents." She chuckled a little, shaking her head before glancing over at Leon.

"So what's up? I mean, besides your feet." She had a feeling something was on his mind. One thing she learned by having a muscleheaded big brother and a borderline muscleheaded boyfriend: working out often meant they were avoiding thinking too hard about something.

"I know. I did say our daughter was an exception," he pointed out.

His eyes were just below boob level. He was shamelessly taking advantage of this. He's the boyfriend, he's allowed to.

"There's nothing up." Not a lie, really. There was no pressing issue that needed attention that he was avoiding.

"Just working off the stress of the past bout of drama?" She tilted her head to the side a little, before crossing her arms over her chest, deliberately blocking the view. While she didn't really mind so much, she's still Claire Redfield. It says somewhere in her handbook that she has to give Leon a hard time at least twice a day.

And she always met her daily quota, and then some. His view blocked, he looked up at Claire.

"More or less." He let out a breath, still letting himself hang there for the moment. "It has been a crazy few weeks."

Claire laughed a little at that, shaking her head. "No kidding." She hadn't had to deal with a good chunk of it, but she'd also been the one towing around a child who was randomly growing younger. She looked thoughtful for a moment, looking down at her shoes, before glancing over at Leon again.

"You know, for all the trouble she was, and as much as I honestly prefer having her the way she is, I think I'll kind of miss Sherry being a baby."

"Yeah. Me too," he admitted, a lazy smile on his face. "All those little things that we never got to do with her, that we can't do with her because she's too old now.

"Kinda makes you wonder..."

"What she would've been like if she hadn't been neglected for most of her life?" Claire wasn't sure if that was where Leon's mind was, but it was where hers was. Every time she thought she'd completely put the Birkins behind her, something happened that made her think of them, and a fresh wave of frustration would hit.

She sighed, tilting her head to the side and looking down at the ground. "She's so much happier now with us as her parents, how different would it have been if she really was our kid?"

"Yeah..." He tried to place a hand on her shoulder, but that was slightly awkward doing that upside down. He ended up flipping himself off of the fence, and stood next to Claire.

"We've done good with her so far. And she's never going back to the Birkins again."

She glanced over when he flipped off the fence, smirking slightly, before her eyes returned to examining the ground before her. It was probably terrible, but she was at least fairly comfortable in the knowledge that it was unlikely the Birkins were even aboard the ship. She didn't particularly want to deal with a custody battle. She nodded her head, leaning it back against the fence to stare up at the artificial sky.

"There's that. And we've got some practice now for when we have kids of our own." It didn't even register when that came out of her mouth that she wasn't thinking in hypothetical terms.

It registered with him, though. At the very least, it hit him that that didn't sound like a 'one day, maybe.'

He blinked a couple of times as he rolled that around in his head. He then looked at her, as if waiting to see if she realized that what she had just said.

It took her a minute, and it was mostly because he didn't say anything that she went back over what she'd just said. Then her eyebrows went up and she looked over at Leon.

"I said 'when' instead of 'if' didn't I?"

"Yes, you said 'when.'" And he seemed to have a little smile at that.

She looked at him for a second, before laughing a little sheepishly and covering her eyes with a hand.

"I was doing really good avoiding sticking my foot in my mouth lately, too."

"So you decided to go big to make up for it?" He teased, playfully.

He grinned, and leaned against the fence. "So. 'When.'"

Claire turned and punched Leon lightly in the shoulder for that remark, even though she really did have it coming. She relaxed after that though, crossing her arms and nodding her head, trying to commit herself to what she'd accidentally said.

"Eventually. Maybe. Once we're not living on a space ship." Not that Stacy was allowing kids to be born onboard, anyway. "And... you know, if you want that."

Edited 2011-06-16 02:44 (UTC)

He was still grinning, even after the punch. He did think about the tail end of that remark, though.

"I do want that," he finally answered. "Eventually." No maybes about it.

She was starting to get a little nervous that she'd unintentionally said something really spectacularly off-base, but she relaxed when he finally answered. She managed to smile at his answer, breathing out a sigh and relaxing her shoulders which had tensed up while she'd been waiting for a response.

"Good. Okay. Now that that's... settled, I'm gonna go bury my head in the sand until you forget I just unintentionally threw our relationship into awkward territory."

"Like I'd let you off that easily," he teased, and pulled her a little closer. "You wanna have my babies~ You wanna have my babies~"

Yes, he's five. Shut up.

Sometimes she hated Leon almost as much as she loved him. This was definitely one of those times. Despite fighting to keep a serious face, the fact that she was turning a little red made it clear he was getting to her. She broke after about half a second, and laughed a little, rolling her head to the side.

"I think I just changed my mind."

"Too late for that," he stated, and gave her a quick kiss.

"No takebacks."

Claire wrinkled her nose at him, chuckling softly and leaning her forehead against his.

"I hate you so much."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

No pain... [Open]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject