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Oblivion

Please tell me that's not Kira's father.

No, no, absolutely not.

She walked aimlessly down the streets of Toronto, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do now. Only back from Orange County for a few hours and things had already gone right back to the same old shit again.

It was all bloody Felix's fault. He claimed she just had to visit Mrs S' house to have dinner with the two of them, it had been too long since they had a family meal together he said. She bit her tongue on remarking that S wasn't her family knowing that it would only serve to piss her foster brother off.

Unfortunately, the teenager had somehow managed to guilt her into showing up for dinner and she regretted it from the second she walked through the door. Siobhan seemed to take a lot of pride in criticizing her lifestyle and choices for as long as she could remember and this night's dinner was no different. In fact, it was probably even worse since she had been making a conscious effort to avoid contact with the Irish woman as of late.

The undercutting questions and comments started as soon as they were face to face again. What kind of con you running now? When are you gonna smarten up and get a real job? You know you can't spend the rest of your life couch surfing, Sarah. I brought you and Felix to this country for a fresh start, not so you could get into trouble all over again.

She was used to it by now though. Mrs S had been spewing the same shite to her ever since she was kid, which was why she got the hell out of her house the second she turned eighteen. It sucked leaving Fee behind and not seeing him as often, but one more day under that roof would've driven her insane.

So, the second she had finished eating she made up some bullshit about having to be somewhere and got the hell out of there. Now here she was walking down the city streets trying to figure out where she could spend the night. In all likelihood it would be a bench in Huxley station, because anyone she knew in the city either hated her or wouldn't have room for her. It wouldn't be the first time she had to crash in the train station and it probably wouldn't be the last.

Spotting a quaint looking diner she figured she'd stop in for a bit to kill some time before taking up her residence for the night. The place was empty save for an elderly couple in the corner and a man seated at the counter eating breakfast for dinner. She took a seat a few down from him and ordered a coffee when the waitress approached her.

"A little late in the day for a coffee, isn't it?" she heard the man's voice speak and she turned her gaze to him.

He wore a plaid shirt with a black t-shirt underneath and some worn out jeans. His teasing grin made her roll her eyes and focus back on the mug that was placed in front of her. "A lil late in the day for bacon n' eggs ain't it?"

"Maybe I'm just starting my day," he countered with a raised brow that she paid no attention to. The sound of the plate sliding closer to her had Sarah straightening up a bit and turning her gaze again to see that the bearded man was now seated right next to her. He stuck a hand out so it was practically hitting her face and smiled sweetly. "Hi, I'm Cal Morrison."

She stared at the hand for a moment in confusion, it had been so long since she interacted with someone with enough manners or class to introduce themselves with a handshake. The only response she could muster was to ignore the gesture and spit her name out gruffly. "Sarah."

"What you don't have a last name?"

"Not to you," she replied and took a long swig of her drink.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Sarah," he continued with his charming voice and went silent for a moment, Sarah realized only to shove a forkful of food into his mouth. "So what's your story?"

"Don't got one."

"Come on, you've got to! Anyone who's alone in a dingy diner like this on a Sunday evening has to have a story. So what's yours?"

"None of your business, yeah?" Sarah shook her head in aggravation and wanted so badly to get up and leave the diner but something about the man next to her was too intriguing for that action. "Wha' are you doin' here then? If we've both supposedly got stories."

"Me? I'm celebrating."

"Yeah?" Sarah couldn't help but further question at the look of pure delight on Cal's face.

"Yep. I've finally perfected my micro-optics so my business partners and I can launch our minidrone pollinators to increase bee populations where they've fallen."

Sarah couldn't help the snort that escaped her and looked at him incredulously. "Oh my God, you're a nerd!"

Cal shrugged easily and smiled at her for the umpteenth time in their short encounter. "If being a nerd means a bunch of people want to invest in my technology for their own benefit then I'm alright with that."

Sarah subtly perked up at the mention of investing. So her new friend's nerdy little invention had people giving him money for its use. All Sarah Manning saw was money, marks, and con schemes and she now she knew she wasn't wasting her time chatting with Cal Morrison in the shitty diner. He doesn't seem to notice her change in demeanor, she's too good at playing the con artist.

When he finishes his meal and she finishes her coffee, Cal flags down the waitress again and orders them both a mug of hot chocolate. He claims it's the best way to wash down eggs or caffeine. She rolls her eyes but accepts the drink.

"Truthfully, I'm just not ready for us to part ways yet," he confesses after taking a sip of the warm liquid.

Sarah is taken back by the raw honestly in his voice, so used to angry men, violence, and hostility that she can't remember the last time a guy spoke so tenderly to her. Cal Morrison is different but she's too stupid to realize it just yet.

He asks her if she's got anywhere to be tonight and she shakes her head, thinking of her prior plans to spend the night at the train station. He grins at her head shake and offers his arm to her when he stands from the stool. He drops a twenty on the counter and she takes his arm without a second thought. She allows him to guide her to his truck and climbs in without bothering to ask where they're headed. She's done this sort of shit enough times to know what comes next. She blows him before they even leave the parking lot for good measure – it doesn't hurt to seal the deal a little before the main event.