One Breath 2
To disclaimer and such see part one.
Enjoy if you wish and review of course.
"Hey." Peggy greeted Declan as she entered his office.
Declan lifted his head up from the bright computer screen and gave her a weak smile. "Hey, Peggy." He greeted back not too excited.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong."
Peggy narrowed her eyebrows, staring firmly at Declan's hard expression as her shrink side kicked in. "It doesn't seem like that."
He sighed deeply, pondering whether he should get into this with her or not. He really didn't want to for his more stubborn side was sure he would work everything out by himself but in the other hand he wanted some friendly advice. "It's just..." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back then rubbed his face as images of Miranda came running through his head. "It's Miranda. She's been acting so weird lately."
"Really?" Peggy asked with a 'duh' tone in her voice, trying to see if he didn't know already how Miranda was.
Declan rolled his eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to share his thoughts of Miranda with someone else. "No, I mean, different from her odd self."
"Do you know if there's something disturbing her?" Peggy asked as she walked over to him and sat in the chair across from Declan.
"Well, it's not like as if she will talk to me. You know how she doesn't like to talk about herself."
"Well, yeah. But you could at least try." She said with a smile. "How has she been acting?"
Declan shrugged as if the answer was too obvious or maybe unknown to him. "I think she's been avoiding me."
"Why's that? Did you do something to her?"
"Hey, I haven't done anything to her. Why am I always the guilty one?"
"Because you're always the guilty one."
"Oh, please..." Declan groaned, sighing heavily and running a hand through his hair. Then suddenly he stopped and looked directly at Peggy. "Do you think it was something I did?"
Peggy barely could hold back the smile that was threatening to break across her face, her mouth turning up just a little bit, almost imperceptibly. "I don't know. Not when I was around."
"I don't think so either."
"Look, why don't you just go talk to her? Try, ok?" She said getting up from the chair and looked down at her wrist. "I gotta go now, but when I'm back I wanna know how things are going." She turned and before she reached the door she looked back at Declan and pointed a finger at him. "You talk to her."
Declan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll do that."
"Good." She waved at him and soon left his office.
She let out a breathy sigh and let her chin rest on her opened palm as her elbow supported the weight of her head on her hand. She stared at the bubbled mixing over the lab table as the orange content boiled.
She was bored as hell.
She never thought she'd be free enough to be bored. She, Miranda Fiegelstein with nothing to do to the point of getting bored was something extremely rare of seeing. Herself was impressed by that for she had already finished her paper and the tests she had to run for Declan and now she was only mixing stuff to see what would happen. Maybe if she exploded the lab she would finally get quite.
Since the scene in Declan's office she had been avoiding him as much as she could, only exchanging the so much needed polite gestures. The less she faced him, the fewer her chances of opening up too much and saying what she didn't want to say. He would ask what was wrong with her and if he insisted too much she knew she would end up telling him everything.
She sighed again and sat up straight, then ran both hands over her face trying, unsuccessfully, to make her boredom go away. Seeing she had no other option than to find something productive to do, she got up and turned off the fire under the vial then, when she turned to grab her jacket her face was greeted with Declan's chest.
"Hey hey." He chuckled out putting both hands over her shoulders to stop her backward fall. "You ok?"
Startled more by seeing Declan so close than to have bumped into him, she fumbled with the words for several seconds before anything could come out. "Yeah, I'm fine." She mumbled and walked out of his arms. Then she focused on putting her jacket on instead of facing him.
"So, I... um, wanted to... apologize."
Miranda stilled her arms and turned heavily on her heels to face him completely stunned. "What?"
"Well, I must have done something to you, because otherwise you wouldn't seem to be mad at me."
She brought one hand up, her fingers softly drawing circles on the side of her head, trying to stop a headache from coming and sighed seeing she had intentionally hurt him. "You didn't do anything wrong." She whispered.
"It would be a lot easier to believe if you weren't trying so hard to find the words and were actually looking at me."
"Look, I'm just not feeling very well lately, ok?" Even with his words she still didn't look at him. She had lifted her head and her eyes were on his face, but she wouldn't let them meet his own. "As far as I know I'm doing my job, ain't I?"
"Of course."
"So I don't know why you are so worried."
"Because I care about you Miranda. You were all weird and you didn't do as much as exchange a look with me. What did you want me to think?"
"It's not you, all right? So just drop it..."
"I can't. Not as long as you are like that."
Miranda opened her mouth, the words already formed in her head but as soon as they touched her tongue, they died and she couldn't say anything, so she just closed her mouth and looked at him. She had to make him let go of the issue and if she didn't give him what he wanted he would never leave her alone, so she did just that.
She forced a smile over her lips and pretended a pleased face; maybe then he'd believe her. "I'm fine, ok? Really. It was just..." She bit her lip and thought of something that would finally shut him up and as soon as the 'something' crossed her mind, she smiled again. "PMS, I guess." She said, crossing her arms and wondering if she had really said that.
"Oh..." He let out with a small, embarrassed breath as a dumbfounded expression came on. "Hmm, ok.. then." He ridiculously stuttered and tried really hard to find something for his hands to do. "So... are we... um, good?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Ok, good." He nodded slightly and tried to hide the red shadow painting his stubbled cheeks. "Um, I'm going now." He said pointing the door as if she was oblivious that that was through where he would leave the lab as he walked to that same way.
"Okay." She turned to watch him go with an amused smile playing over her lips.
TBC... if you review :o]
To disclaimer and such see part one.
Enjoy if you wish and review of course.
"Hey." Peggy greeted Declan as she entered his office.
Declan lifted his head up from the bright computer screen and gave her a weak smile. "Hey, Peggy." He greeted back not too excited.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong."
Peggy narrowed her eyebrows, staring firmly at Declan's hard expression as her shrink side kicked in. "It doesn't seem like that."
He sighed deeply, pondering whether he should get into this with her or not. He really didn't want to for his more stubborn side was sure he would work everything out by himself but in the other hand he wanted some friendly advice. "It's just..." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back then rubbed his face as images of Miranda came running through his head. "It's Miranda. She's been acting so weird lately."
"Really?" Peggy asked with a 'duh' tone in her voice, trying to see if he didn't know already how Miranda was.
Declan rolled his eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to share his thoughts of Miranda with someone else. "No, I mean, different from her odd self."
"Do you know if there's something disturbing her?" Peggy asked as she walked over to him and sat in the chair across from Declan.
"Well, it's not like as if she will talk to me. You know how she doesn't like to talk about herself."
"Well, yeah. But you could at least try." She said with a smile. "How has she been acting?"
Declan shrugged as if the answer was too obvious or maybe unknown to him. "I think she's been avoiding me."
"Why's that? Did you do something to her?"
"Hey, I haven't done anything to her. Why am I always the guilty one?"
"Because you're always the guilty one."
"Oh, please..." Declan groaned, sighing heavily and running a hand through his hair. Then suddenly he stopped and looked directly at Peggy. "Do you think it was something I did?"
Peggy barely could hold back the smile that was threatening to break across her face, her mouth turning up just a little bit, almost imperceptibly. "I don't know. Not when I was around."
"I don't think so either."
"Look, why don't you just go talk to her? Try, ok?" She said getting up from the chair and looked down at her wrist. "I gotta go now, but when I'm back I wanna know how things are going." She turned and before she reached the door she looked back at Declan and pointed a finger at him. "You talk to her."
Declan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll do that."
"Good." She waved at him and soon left his office.
She let out a breathy sigh and let her chin rest on her opened palm as her elbow supported the weight of her head on her hand. She stared at the bubbled mixing over the lab table as the orange content boiled.
She was bored as hell.
She never thought she'd be free enough to be bored. She, Miranda Fiegelstein with nothing to do to the point of getting bored was something extremely rare of seeing. Herself was impressed by that for she had already finished her paper and the tests she had to run for Declan and now she was only mixing stuff to see what would happen. Maybe if she exploded the lab she would finally get quite.
Since the scene in Declan's office she had been avoiding him as much as she could, only exchanging the so much needed polite gestures. The less she faced him, the fewer her chances of opening up too much and saying what she didn't want to say. He would ask what was wrong with her and if he insisted too much she knew she would end up telling him everything.
She sighed again and sat up straight, then ran both hands over her face trying, unsuccessfully, to make her boredom go away. Seeing she had no other option than to find something productive to do, she got up and turned off the fire under the vial then, when she turned to grab her jacket her face was greeted with Declan's chest.
"Hey hey." He chuckled out putting both hands over her shoulders to stop her backward fall. "You ok?"
Startled more by seeing Declan so close than to have bumped into him, she fumbled with the words for several seconds before anything could come out. "Yeah, I'm fine." She mumbled and walked out of his arms. Then she focused on putting her jacket on instead of facing him.
"So, I... um, wanted to... apologize."
Miranda stilled her arms and turned heavily on her heels to face him completely stunned. "What?"
"Well, I must have done something to you, because otherwise you wouldn't seem to be mad at me."
She brought one hand up, her fingers softly drawing circles on the side of her head, trying to stop a headache from coming and sighed seeing she had intentionally hurt him. "You didn't do anything wrong." She whispered.
"It would be a lot easier to believe if you weren't trying so hard to find the words and were actually looking at me."
"Look, I'm just not feeling very well lately, ok?" Even with his words she still didn't look at him. She had lifted her head and her eyes were on his face, but she wouldn't let them meet his own. "As far as I know I'm doing my job, ain't I?"
"Of course."
"So I don't know why you are so worried."
"Because I care about you Miranda. You were all weird and you didn't do as much as exchange a look with me. What did you want me to think?"
"It's not you, all right? So just drop it..."
"I can't. Not as long as you are like that."
Miranda opened her mouth, the words already formed in her head but as soon as they touched her tongue, they died and she couldn't say anything, so she just closed her mouth and looked at him. She had to make him let go of the issue and if she didn't give him what he wanted he would never leave her alone, so she did just that.
She forced a smile over her lips and pretended a pleased face; maybe then he'd believe her. "I'm fine, ok? Really. It was just..." She bit her lip and thought of something that would finally shut him up and as soon as the 'something' crossed her mind, she smiled again. "PMS, I guess." She said, crossing her arms and wondering if she had really said that.
"Oh..." He let out with a small, embarrassed breath as a dumbfounded expression came on. "Hmm, ok.. then." He ridiculously stuttered and tried really hard to find something for his hands to do. "So... are we... um, good?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Ok, good." He nodded slightly and tried to hide the red shadow painting his stubbled cheeks. "Um, I'm going now." He said pointing the door as if she was oblivious that that was through where he would leave the lab as he walked to that same way.
"Okay." She turned to watch him go with an amused smile playing over her lips.
TBC... if you review :o]