Car Trip- Dirty Mind

AN- this is an adaptation of a scene I wrote while I was still working on the tone of dialogue between Abe and Marina for Silent Observer 3 (which, although you may not have heard this, was DELETED by a frekin computer crash, and got progressively worse and worse as I tried to re-write it) They are, by my reasoning, incredibly open with eachother cause of the whole telepathy thing,they can joke about leaving eachother without the slightest risk of misunderstandingbut Abe can )obviously) keep secrets. I figure they share emotions, but not thoughts. I took the dialogue, which was set over a kitchen table, and put into the sorry excuse for a plot that's emerging in this fic.

Marina is sleeping. God, I owe her a major apology. I've been hermitting myself recently. And the anniversary of our first contact is coming up. I've already gotten her a necklace. It's a sapphire on a long silver chain. And it made me think of her.

God, that was an adventure. They assumed, by the end of it, that I was a criminal on the run, at the jewellery store. I walked in wearing a trench coat, and a balaclava under a wide brimmed hat. Conspicuous, right? The gloves were even harder to pass off. I paid with a perfectly legitimate credit card, with a healthy tip to help them forget me, of course. There were no major complaints on any side- I'll never be short on money, what would I spend it on, clothes?

Marina stirs as the currents of my movements hit her. Her eyes open blearily.

"Hmm?"

"Writing. Go back to sleep"

"You write too much for your own sanity, you know that, right?"

Cheerful, as always…

"Probably. In the morning you can throw out my computer"

She's wide awake in a second, at that.

"Really?"

"No"

She sighs deeply, her gills flaring.

"I thought not."

"But I am going to be putting it away for the next little while."

Marina turned slowly and looked at me.

"Does this have anything to do with the date?"

I smile, and leave her to guess.

"Go to sleep, Marina"

She did just that, after pulling me through the water an over to where she was sleeping. I wrapped my arms around her, and we slept, minds linked.

And I know, with absolute certainty, that this is what we want.

A week later I spring my surprise on Marina. At eight in the morning she gets up, and groans, not wanting to go to the meeting she has scheduled with Manning.

So we don't.

I grab her hand and drag her into the BPRD garage. We hop into a car, with tinted windows, of course, and start driving.

"So, now will you tell me where we're going?"

"No, Marina"

"So, where are we going?"

"No, Marina"

"Is there any food?"

"Some liquorice in the back seat."

"Thanks, so where are we going?"

"No, Marina"

"Bastard"

"Do you want some of my liquorice or not?"

"Evil, evil man, you are."

"Probably. There's some chocolate in the blue bag, too."

She turns around in her seat and pulls out the package, biting it open with delicately pointed teeth. Popping a piece into her mouth, she closes her eyes.

"You've successfully reminded me why I love you."

"Right, Marina."

"So please tell me where we're going!"

I laugh at that.

"Ungrateful wench, I gave you the chocolate, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but be careful Abe, or I'll leave you for the guy who works at Second Cup. He makes fantastic hot chocolate."

"That stung"

"Bite me"

"Not yet, we're in a moving car!"

She swats me at that.

"SOMEONE has a dirty mind."

"Yes, Marina."

We drive for the next two hours, until finally, when Marina is getting more and more edgy.

And then we arrive.

Marina's eyes widen.

"Woah, Abe, don't worry about the second cup guy. He has NOTHING on this."