Couple: Eclaris make up fic
Lorna was ignoring Marcos.
And perhaps, in truth, Marcos would say he actually did deserve some of her anger and fury.
But it was stretching both of them thin.
Marcos tended to observe Lorna more when they weren't talking—it gave him something to preoccupy himself as well as (kinda) a reprimand to himself for hurting her so badly.
He's always known she wasn't that stable with her emotions, Lorna confided to him that much, and with both the baby and his betrayal, Marcos knew he'd probably pushed her over the edge. She was snapping almost at everyone, out of control, and her trainings were getting more and more dangerous by the lesson. Not just for the children, but for herself too. And she tended to throw herself recklessly in missions without a care in the world, and even John—who understood that they weren't talking and had an argument and selflessly (as usual) allowed him to take time off the missions was gradually getting worried of how recklessly suicidal Lorna was about to get.
They'd have a plan to infiltrate and get away clean, and she'd throw them all for a huge loop by lunging into the open and slamming everyone by belt buckles and anything metal to the walls—-basically turning their safe proof plans into a puddle of well planned mush.
And to be honest, because of her recklessness, they've lost quite a few number of people they were supposed to rescue from the SS.
Marcos grunted slightly as he contemplated his options silently, his eyes never leaving Lorna's slim frame.
"Lorna." He expected the hostility, but not for the violent whip around of her hair and clenched hiss of her teeth.
"What?" His fingers found purchase in the nook or her arm, curving to grasp her elbow tightly, dragging her slightly with his strength away from the rest of the team.
"Can I speak to you?" She fought against him fervently, trying to pull out her arm from his prying fingers.
"I have nothing to speak to you about!" She hissed back through her teeth.
"Well, I have something I wanna talk with you about."
"Well too bad for you then, since I have no inclination of ever listening–"
"Look, I know you're mad—" Marcos said in a placating tone.
"Mad?" She interrupted him. "Mad? Are you being serious right now? I'm not mad, I'm fucking furious, Diaz."
Okay. She was calling him by his last name. Not a good sign. He holds his hands up in surrender.
"Okay. I shouldn't have gone back to the cartel, and you know damn well I'm sorry for that—"
"You think I'm angry because you went back to the cartel?" His girlfriend's bright hazel green eyes narrowed dangerously and her fingers poke almost painfully into his chest. "Because if that's what you think it is, oh you're so wrong there, Marcos. I'm not mad that you went back to the cartel, I'm furious that you—"
"That I didn't tell you the truth." Marcos is quiet as he responds, looking down as a flurry of emotions crosses Lorna's face. She was never one to hide her feelings well, he knew that much, and Marcos took her hands hesitantly into his. "I fucked up about that. I'm sorry. But whatever this is between us, we can't let it get between our missions." He's glad that John and Sonya have given them privacy the moment their little fight and conversation started, because he'd be incredibly uncomfortable if John ever knew that he went back to the cartel for a job. Hell, John would probably punch him to next week for doing something like this to Lorna.
"We're supposed to be a team, Marcos. If we can't even get beyond the basics of being truthful to each other—its to means we aren't a team. I love you, that's why I understand why you had to do what you had to do, but…not telling me about Carmen," A wry but unapologetic smile crossed her lips. "You know how much I hate that bitch. No offense to your ex-girlfriend." Marcos chuckled lightly as his girlfriend hums. "As for the missions, I'll admit to being a tad too extreme recently. I'll tone it down just a bit." She gives him a slight tilt of the head. "You know, follow the plan."
"You do know that both of you have very similar qualities, right?" A hard pinch to his side told him he wasn't forgiven just yet.
"I don't appreciate being compared to that bitchy ass girl. I think I'm far better than her." Lorna raises her eyebrows slightly. "Or if you beg to differ—"
"Absolutely not." He silences her with a sudden kiss, pleased when a flustered look appears, ebbing away the anger that was lining her face.
"I'm still angry, you know." She murmurs quietly as she fists her hands in her shirt. "It's gonna take some time for you to get back my trust. Trust isn't easily earned." He's solemn as he listens, and she appreciates his silence and sincerity, a soft smile crossing her lips wryly.
"I guess that means I'm back to warming the bed for you, huh?" Marcos snorts in a lame attempt at a joke as she tangles her fingers with his, but still placing a slight distance between their bodies.
He shares a small smile with her as she nods curtly, allowing him back into their shared bed, and sighs.
Baby steps to forgiveness, it seems.