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Faye reacted immediately, her body responding to him before her mind even had time to register what was going on. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She felt like she could just pull him down into her soul. Funny, she'd expected part of her mind to be screaming in protest, the same part that told her to keep Corbin at an arms length, and told her she was being stupid when the thought of their shared cigarette back in his hotel room still made her breath catch in her throat. But no, that part of her mind was quiet, kept silent by another part of her mind, one that was desperate for the sweet taste of his lips.
All too soon he pulled away, and Faye made a slight noise of displeasure in the back of her throat. She stared at him dreamily... dazedly, then blinked. Once. Twice.
The reality of what just happened seemed to hit her all at once, and she snapped to attention. He'd kissed her, and she'd gone to putty... how clichéd. And the fact that he still seemed so calm, so collected, made her want to wrap her slender fingers around his throat and squeeze until he stopped jerking. That bastard.
"What the hell was that?"
"What are you complaining about, you seemed to enjoy yourself," the lopsided grin that accompanied this made Faye ball her fists and bite her lip. She wasn't going to let him goad her into a fight.
He moved back to the exam table, heaved himself up onto it, sitting with one leg dangling over the edge, and the other tucked underneath himself. He gave her a wink as he lit a cigarette that he'd taken from her while she was... distracted.
"I was faking it, I should think you'd be used to that," 'How old are you, Faye,' she chided herself, but Corbin didn't seem to mind. He just sat there, smirking, and provoking murderous thoughts from his companion.
By the time the door cracked, revealing the whitened head of the aged doctor, the tension was nearly thick enough to be visible. He would have turned and walked out right then, if Faye hadn't seen him, and motioned him in. He hung his head, and stepped forward, like a man headed for the block.
Faye caught Corbin's eye, and indicated the doctor with a jerk of her head. He glanced over his shoulder, and coughed. He took one final drag, before leaving his perch and grinding the cigarette out on the stainless steel exam table. God damn it, he'd really needed that cigarette, too.
"So," Corbin's voice was steady, but his hands were slightly shaking. He wanted to shove them into his pockets, but he didn't have any. He settled instead for crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sit down," the doctor said, and Corbin obeyed, then he cleared his throat. When he spoke though, it was to Faye. She was fine, he could handle her... but... after the tests, Corbin just gave him the creeps.
"I don't know where you guys are from," he waved his hand absently at Faye as she opened her mouth to tell him their story, "no, nor do I want to. Your friend has come across some highly illegal technology, that much is certain. Syndicate issue, the Russians, I'd say, but that's none of my business.
"Right then, you came here for a DNA analysis... here's the report," he said, handing a red folder to Faye, "now, I'm going to have to ask you two, and your friend in the lobby, to leave. I don't want to bring any trouble down on my head." He turned, and looked Corbin in the eyes for the first time, "and trust me, if you stay here too long, trouble will find you." He turned his back to them, and headed out the door. He paused in the doorway, and said, "I trust that when it does, you'll keep my name out of it."
"Sure," Faye replied. He never turned around. She couldn't really blame him for being scared, the syndicate scared everyone.
She sighed, and stood up, stretching her legs, and motioning for Corbin to follow her. He pulled on his pants, and t-shirt, and fell into step behind her. She was calm on the outside, if that kiss wasn't a big deal to Corbin, then it wasn't a big deal to her either. She wouldn't let it be. And it wouldn't be, if she could just get his taste out of her mouth. She sighed as Corbin followed her out, and shut the door.
Jet leaned against the exterior wall of the office, breathing in the Ganymede air. It had a distinct taste to it, one that he found he missed when he was gone from it for long. Unfortunately, it was also one that he'd begun to find choking when he had to endure it for long periods of time. Yeah, all in all, it was a good thing he'd come out of retirement.
He took another puff, and smiled up into the sky. Yeah, Ganymede had once been his home, but now, that was.
He dropped his cigarette into the ash tray, just as Faye and Corbin came out the front door. He started to hail them, but stopped short. They were standing next to each other, but neither one of them was saying a word. That was a rarity, they were always snapping at each other. Well, they weren't snapping now, he supposed he should be happy, but they weren't exactly being friendly, either. Corbin was standing stiffly, smoking a cigarette, and Faye was glaring daggers into his back. Snapping would have been an improvement.
"Hey, guys," he waved, finally, "what's the verdict?"
Jon felt like a heel. He looked at himself in the mirror of the men's room in his law office, and he wasn't sure he liked what he saw.
He'd used her. He'd been looking for a way to forget his heartbreak, and she'd been convenient, it wasn't fair to her. And he what was worse, was that he found her really wanted to be fair to her. Irma. He didn't want to use her. He liked her too much.
He growled in frustration, not something he would usually do. He was usually very cool. Faye had never frustrated him, except when she kept pushing back their wedding date, and sometimes it almost felt like she was doing her damnedest to irritate him. When she'd run off on a long job, and not breath a word of goodbye to him, or when they'd go out for dinner and she'd sit in silence for 20 minutes. That he'd never found frustrating, but for some reason, Irma had the power to get under his skin. And he hated himself for it.
He cared for her, he didn't want to use her. But he also didn't want to fall in love with her. Faye may not have frustrated him, but she had hurt him very badly, worse than he wanted to admit. He wasn't ready for that sort of pain again.
He splashed his face and toweled himself dry, rubbing the rough paper over his face. He didn't feel like going back to work, maybe he'd take off early today.
Ed scratched Ein behind the ears, her hand absently ruffling his fur, as she worked to get past the roadblocks Eve was throwing in her way.
"Erg," she screeched, after a moment. "This is taking too long, I can't seem to get past her." She flipped up her goggles, biting her lip. Ein nuzzled her now limp hand, then climbed up onto her lap, and licked her on the cheek. Ed smiled in spite of her anger, and patted him gently. "You want to give me a hand?"
"Bark!" Ein responded emphatically.
Good enough for her, she slipped her extra VR set over his head, and the dynamic duo, were at work.
Faye reacted immediately, her body responding to him before her mind even had time to register what was going on. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She felt like she could just pull him down into her soul. Funny, she'd expected part of her mind to be screaming in protest, the same part that told her to keep Corbin at an arms length, and told her she was being stupid when the thought of their shared cigarette back in his hotel room still made her breath catch in her throat. But no, that part of her mind was quiet, kept silent by another part of her mind, one that was desperate for the sweet taste of his lips.
All too soon he pulled away, and Faye made a slight noise of displeasure in the back of her throat. She stared at him dreamily... dazedly, then blinked. Once. Twice.
The reality of what just happened seemed to hit her all at once, and she snapped to attention. He'd kissed her, and she'd gone to putty... how clichéd. And the fact that he still seemed so calm, so collected, made her want to wrap her slender fingers around his throat and squeeze until he stopped jerking. That bastard.
"What the hell was that?"
"What are you complaining about, you seemed to enjoy yourself," the lopsided grin that accompanied this made Faye ball her fists and bite her lip. She wasn't going to let him goad her into a fight.
He moved back to the exam table, heaved himself up onto it, sitting with one leg dangling over the edge, and the other tucked underneath himself. He gave her a wink as he lit a cigarette that he'd taken from her while she was... distracted.
"I was faking it, I should think you'd be used to that," 'How old are you, Faye,' she chided herself, but Corbin didn't seem to mind. He just sat there, smirking, and provoking murderous thoughts from his companion.
By the time the door cracked, revealing the whitened head of the aged doctor, the tension was nearly thick enough to be visible. He would have turned and walked out right then, if Faye hadn't seen him, and motioned him in. He hung his head, and stepped forward, like a man headed for the block.
Faye caught Corbin's eye, and indicated the doctor with a jerk of her head. He glanced over his shoulder, and coughed. He took one final drag, before leaving his perch and grinding the cigarette out on the stainless steel exam table. God damn it, he'd really needed that cigarette, too.
"So," Corbin's voice was steady, but his hands were slightly shaking. He wanted to shove them into his pockets, but he didn't have any. He settled instead for crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sit down," the doctor said, and Corbin obeyed, then he cleared his throat. When he spoke though, it was to Faye. She was fine, he could handle her... but... after the tests, Corbin just gave him the creeps.
"I don't know where you guys are from," he waved his hand absently at Faye as she opened her mouth to tell him their story, "no, nor do I want to. Your friend has come across some highly illegal technology, that much is certain. Syndicate issue, the Russians, I'd say, but that's none of my business.
"Right then, you came here for a DNA analysis... here's the report," he said, handing a red folder to Faye, "now, I'm going to have to ask you two, and your friend in the lobby, to leave. I don't want to bring any trouble down on my head." He turned, and looked Corbin in the eyes for the first time, "and trust me, if you stay here too long, trouble will find you." He turned his back to them, and headed out the door. He paused in the doorway, and said, "I trust that when it does, you'll keep my name out of it."
"Sure," Faye replied. He never turned around. She couldn't really blame him for being scared, the syndicate scared everyone.
She sighed, and stood up, stretching her legs, and motioning for Corbin to follow her. He pulled on his pants, and t-shirt, and fell into step behind her. She was calm on the outside, if that kiss wasn't a big deal to Corbin, then it wasn't a big deal to her either. She wouldn't let it be. And it wouldn't be, if she could just get his taste out of her mouth. She sighed as Corbin followed her out, and shut the door.
Jet leaned against the exterior wall of the office, breathing in the Ganymede air. It had a distinct taste to it, one that he found he missed when he was gone from it for long. Unfortunately, it was also one that he'd begun to find choking when he had to endure it for long periods of time. Yeah, all in all, it was a good thing he'd come out of retirement.
He took another puff, and smiled up into the sky. Yeah, Ganymede had once been his home, but now, that was.
He dropped his cigarette into the ash tray, just as Faye and Corbin came out the front door. He started to hail them, but stopped short. They were standing next to each other, but neither one of them was saying a word. That was a rarity, they were always snapping at each other. Well, they weren't snapping now, he supposed he should be happy, but they weren't exactly being friendly, either. Corbin was standing stiffly, smoking a cigarette, and Faye was glaring daggers into his back. Snapping would have been an improvement.
"Hey, guys," he waved, finally, "what's the verdict?"
Jon felt like a heel. He looked at himself in the mirror of the men's room in his law office, and he wasn't sure he liked what he saw.
He'd used her. He'd been looking for a way to forget his heartbreak, and she'd been convenient, it wasn't fair to her. And he what was worse, was that he found her really wanted to be fair to her. Irma. He didn't want to use her. He liked her too much.
He growled in frustration, not something he would usually do. He was usually very cool. Faye had never frustrated him, except when she kept pushing back their wedding date, and sometimes it almost felt like she was doing her damnedest to irritate him. When she'd run off on a long job, and not breath a word of goodbye to him, or when they'd go out for dinner and she'd sit in silence for 20 minutes. That he'd never found frustrating, but for some reason, Irma had the power to get under his skin. And he hated himself for it.
He cared for her, he didn't want to use her. But he also didn't want to fall in love with her. Faye may not have frustrated him, but she had hurt him very badly, worse than he wanted to admit. He wasn't ready for that sort of pain again.
He splashed his face and toweled himself dry, rubbing the rough paper over his face. He didn't feel like going back to work, maybe he'd take off early today.
Ed scratched Ein behind the ears, her hand absently ruffling his fur, as she worked to get past the roadblocks Eve was throwing in her way.
"Erg," she screeched, after a moment. "This is taking too long, I can't seem to get past her." She flipped up her goggles, biting her lip. Ein nuzzled her now limp hand, then climbed up onto her lap, and licked her on the cheek. Ed smiled in spite of her anger, and patted him gently. "You want to give me a hand?"
"Bark!" Ein responded emphatically.
Good enough for her, she slipped her extra VR set over his head, and the dynamic duo, were at work.
