He pulls a chair up and sits down by her bed. She rolls her eyes in instinct, and he almost blushes (she can't really tell in the dim light), but he does that awkward, nervous half-shrug of his and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"It was your dream," he reminds her.
She sighs. "Fargo."
"Would kissing me be all that horrible?" And this, this is when she wishes the earth would swallow her whole (and, in Eureka, that isn't all that impossible - and she'd be fine with it, really, as long as it spit her back out). She's equipped to deal with things that can be dealt with through weaponry and the Second Amendment. And Fargo, no matter how hard she wishes sometimes, will never fall under that. (Except that time she shot him once - but her heart stopped then, because she almost killed him. Killed an innocent man.) "I know it'd be a little weird and all, and you probably look down on me for watching Buffy, but really, she's just like you, but blonde." He mimics a karate chop.
"Fargo," she repeats. "It's just...my...brain is confused. That's all."
"So...you like Dr. Stark?"
She sighs. "No! No. I don't like Doctor--You know what? Let's just...stop talking."
He takes her hand and she doesn't feel the urge to castrate him or knock his teeth into his head (and she totally could) - she just...lets it happen. And he looks a little surprised, brushes his thumbs over the callouses of her palm. If he moves to kiss one of them, then she'll have to take action. "Jo," he starts.
"Fargo, this is not a Lifetime movie, all right?"
"Would I have to love you if this were a Lifetime movie?" She sighs. "Can you move your legs yet?" She tries to wiggle her toes, but nothing doing. She feels a bit like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill.
"Fargo--"
"I'm not going anywhere, so...don't shoot me." His thumb brushes against her knuckles and she swallows hard. It's odd because he makes her feel so uncomfortable and not all at once, and too often she just wants to punch him in the face or tie him up and duct tape his mouth shut. Douglas Fargo can just be a ridiculous human being. But, if she's being honest with herself, and why not, really, when she could die, she hasn't exactly led the most fulfilling life.
When she first became an Army Ranger, she had to deal with so much shit because she was a woman, and she showed them (casts really help people adjust to her...style). But it's different. She feels like she should still feel feminine, and she doesn't. Maybe that's why she and Zoe work - because they're such complete opposites. Part of her still wants to be a dancer, and part of her understands what her dream was about. She needs the romance of life, needs to feel girly about things instead of just cold. And her track record certainly hasn't helped her any. Her last two relationships were with a robot and a man who identifies more with geese than people. Closed off should be some kind of noted characteristic in her resume.
He distracts her from her thoughts when he starts tapping on her knuckles. She shoots him a curious look. "Bolero," he replies. "Sorry." He keeps tapping. She arches an eyebrow.
"That was your name."
"My name?" she replies, with a wrinkled brow. Understanding dawns on her face, and she adds, warningly, "Fargo, so help me God..."
"Josefina Galena Juanita Margarita Teresita Beatriz Lupo."
"...if you tell anyone this, I will find some weird Global Dynamics way to shoot you, bring you back to life, and shoot you again."
"Don't tell anyone. Got it."
After she goes into the chamber and her acetylcolane levels go down, the doctor won't let her leave, tells her he wants to keep her for observation. Fargo, for his part, doesn't leave either.
Next morning, she takes him out for some coffee and finds maybe he isn't such a bad person to hang out with after all (in between the Buffy references anyway).