3rd Person:
Around 5:30 in the morning, Beth scooped the brats out of bed and carried them to her car. Her sister stood on her porch, her heart breaking at the sight of the sleeping kids, who weren't aware that only a few hours from now, they'd be at their grandparents house. Cory crossed her arms and pouted inwardly. Beth walked over to chat lightly with her big sister.
"I'll stop back by on our way back down. Okay?" She said, looking slightly guilty for no reason. What she had meant to say was, 'Don't be mad about me taking them to go see dad. You know how he is.'
"Cool. Maybe I'll just have to take a vacation and drive over before school starts for them." Cory nodded solemnly, encrypted in her false words were, 'Why would I be angry at you? It's not like this doesn't happen between us all of the time.'
Beth was unnerved, then wrapped her arms around her big sister, squeezing around the arms that had hit a punching bag way too many times.
"Promise not to go sleeping around without me?" Beth asked Cory, meaning, 'I would so bang Boromir.'
"I won't." Cory smiled halfheartedly, wanting to say, 'Go fuck your husband.'
Beth nodded. The two sisters bumped fists just like they always used to, trying to mend the rift that had been formed by their parents, the one that had torn the sisters apart for so long. They had had a long talk the night before, and had come to a mutual understanding of some sort. Beth sauntered her modelesque hips on her way to her beamer. She stopped when she swung the door open, then looked at her sister.
"Hey, Cory." She said, her eyes gleaming. "Fudge you." Meaning, 'I love you, big sis.'
"Fuck you too, Beth." Cory held up her middle finger. 'I tolerate you.'
They smirked at each other. When Beth had shut the door to her car and went down the long dirt driveway, Cory started to feel a part of herself rip away. She loved those kids more than life itself, that, and she missed her sister. Her frown became pronounced once more when the beamer finally turned and sped away.
"Oh fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole." Cory muttered to herself, realizing that this was the first real day that she and Boromir were going to spend to themselves. ALONE. She only EVER used the Love Actually swear when she felt totally embarrassed and pissed all at once.
She went inside, pouting to herself, once again finding her annoyance. Cory was fully aware that she was two different people. Auntie Cory was a fun and loving woman who would gladly give her niece and nephews the world. Cory Blair was a punch-happy shrew who liked to drink a lot and out-cuss the guys at work. She sat on her couch and curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees and playing with her Boston Red Sox pajama shorts. Odin trotted over, then sat down to try and engage in a staring contest with his "mom".
"Not now, Odin. Besides, you always win." Cory said, raising her eyebrow.
Odin sneezed on her. She contemplated what she was going to do today. It's not like there was much to do in a town like Ithaca. Perhaps she'd go into the actual city and do her shopping. Though it also meant taking Boromir out into the public, and let's face it, not every street corner is exactly kid friendly.
While Cory was brewing silently, she hardly noticed the Captain of Gondor looking at her with a smirk on his face. True, he knew the consequences of startling her, but he thought it was amusing nonetheless. He'd developed a particular fondness for the woman who he'd woken up to, regardless of their short time together.
He reclined himself on the bar stool, setting both elbows on the counter tops. Staring curiously at this enigma of a woman. He had met none other like her in his travels, not even the strong women of Rohan held as much fire. He wondered if she would take him back into the metal horse. A strange contraption at that.
Odin sat in front of Cory, his big brown eyes going from Cory to Boromir, then Boromir to Cory; the suspense was killing the poor dog. To break the silence, Cory's phone rang, once again. She tore her cell out of her sweatshirt pocket.
"Blair." She said, rubbing her temples.
Boromir cocked his head to the side, wondering why she so blatantly chose to ignore her sisters wise words.
"No, Harker." Cory said irritably, "Leave the samples alone. Then on Monday I'll process them. Don't touch anything that has to do with the boat either."
A faint mumbling was heard from the speaker of the tiny handheld device.
"Dammit, Harker!" Cory yelled, "Remember when I told you about that little voice? The voice of me in your head that was supposed to pop up whenever Evans asked you a question? No...no tell him...Christ, Harker just shut up for a moment!"
Boromir flinched, not wanting to be on the receiving end of whatever Cory decided to throw. Cory tried to calm herself.
"Okay. Just tell Chuck, that on Monday, he can bother me about the case. Until then, I don't want to hear anything about it, and he can forget Wednesday's poker night." Cory said, violently clenching her jaw.
There was a wave of arguments that flew through the tiny speakers, the voice changed to a deeper tenor, suggesting that Chuck had grabbed the phone from the poor lab assistant.
"Evans, no! Why do you have to bug me about this right now?" Cory tapped her fingers on the arm of the couch. "No, I do not need help with that. My dating life is personal. Quit changing the subject! Tell Ian I'll rip his hands from their limbs if he touches my computer."
Cory was slowly losing her patience with her co-workers. "No...I'm not telling you what I plan on doing today. He is none of your business might I add."
Boromir rubbed the back of his neck in uneasiness, knowing that they were talking about him.
"Evans, please just stop having Harker call me. From landline as well yes." Cory sighed, "He what?" Cory's voice went shrill and the pillow she was squeezing violently was reduced to almost a piece of cloth. "Give me ten minutes."
She chucked her phone to the wall, clearly her conversation was over. She stood up abruptly and turned around.
"FUCK!" She jumped, noticing Boromir for the first time. "Don't do that!"
"My apologies, lady Cory." Boromir stood up, going over to her to see if she was alright, "Is there trouble?" Boromir asked, "With the gentleman of your workplace?"
Cory laughed dryly, "Trouble doesn't begin to cover it. Go get cleaned up because after this we're going shopping."
Boromir grinned brightly, getting in the metal horse with Cory was always fun for him. Cory stalked away to her room and Boromir to his. Knowing his time frame, Boromir quick changed into a random white shirt with these unbelievably comfortable pants. Which reminded him, he must ask Lady Cory what they were made of, for they worked far better than his trousers. Just like Cory had shown him, he brushed his teeth with the extremely minty paste. He put on these certain shoes that were called "steel toed", which eerily fit him.
Odin had begun his usual rant when he knew Cory had to leave. He'd developed a separation anxiety when his "father" had left his "mom" a month ago. It was only natural that he feared that Cory would do the same. Cory buttoned up her Jon Snow tank top and a bluish button up. Boromir always wondered why women of her world had chosen to wear these "shorts". It made him blush that they openly show so many parts of their skin. Not that he complained, for in his opinion, Cory was gifted in many of her womanly features. Something he noticed that made her and her sister quite different from each other.
He blushed even more when he realized he'd forgotten his years of gentlemanly manners and chivalry. Cory just let her hair down, not caring if it decided to curl wherever it wanted to. When she was on a tirade, it was best to tell her she looked nice (which in truth she did) than to tell her otherwise.
"Get in." Cory said gruffly when she locked the door behind her and walked briskly to the IPD cruiser.
Boromir did as he was told and gladly relished the fact that he'd get to spend a few moments in close proximity of Cory. Cory didn't care too much, not even bothering to buckle in when she slammed the gas and sped down the main road.
"Fucking ridiculous." She muttered.
"Might I ask what is upsetting you greatly?" Boromir asked in the smoothest tone he could muster.
Cory laughed to herself again, "They can't even go a day without screwing something up." Her hands wrung the steering wheel, making Boromir almost fear for his life when they screeched to a halt in the IPD parking lot.
Cory swung her door open, Boromir followed close behind her as she burst into the precinct. A man with wire-rimmed glasses and cropped brown hair jumped when he saw the fire in Cory's eyes.
"You." She pointed.
"Cory, I swear, I told Evans not to do anything." The man began to beg.
"Harker. Just show me." Cory said, extremely annoyed.
Harker squirmed under her intense gaze, that and the big man behind her who looked like her could easily throw Harker across the room. He nodded and led them back down into the lab, where a nervous rookie and a seething Evans were standing by a computer.
"Well, they tried to run the DNA scan on their own and..." Harker began.
"Shut up." Cory cut him off.
She ran over and pushed Evans out of the way, not bothering to sit down as she bent over the keyboard. Being men, they all tried not to noticed the perfect heart that her hips and legs made. Cory clicked the mouse a few times and pressed a few buttons. The machine lifted a tube from it's holder and moved it to another tube system for processing.
Cory rounded on Evans, "Try and break my machine again, and I'll kill you."
"No need to get pissy, Blair." Evans said.
"You haven't seen pissed off yet." Cory said, her voice escalating, "But I can happily oblige. You have no idea the cost of these machines you. fucking moron. It's bad enough that I'm the only one who knows how to work them in this goddamn town. Now if you people could just leave me alone for the rest of the week, that would be fanfuckingtastic."
"Shrew." Evans shot back.
"Prick." Cory yelled.
"Conniving witch."
"Arrogant oinker."
"Science slut."
"Whorish pig."
"Cum guzzler."
Before Cory could deck him, Boromir slid in between the two. "I think that's enough." His voice went dark, the daggers in his eyes pierced Evans' pride and cut deep into him, "Never should a man degrade a lady in such a way."
"If you haven't noticed, Sir Lancelot, that isn't a lady, that right there is a classic blood sucking succubus." Evans glared at Boromir.
"I will ask you again to please step off from her." Boromir said, his muscles tensed up, wishing for his sword. "You are trying my patience."
"Well, Blair it's nice to know that the Ice Queen of the Damned has at least one follower." Evans said, crossing his arms and not taking his gaze from Boromir's.
Cory sensed Boromir's want to strangle Chuck then and there, so she set her hand on the Gondorians shoulder. "Come on, I can deal with these morons on Monday."
Evans raised an eyebrow, thinking he saw something flow between Blair and the soldier. If he did see something, he chose to ignore it. Boromir looked at Cory, who did a half smirk, then he released his hold from Evans' shirt.
"See ya Monday, Blair." Evans said as the two quickly walked out. He tried to hide the fact that it hurt to see her hand still on Lancelot's' shoulder as they left.