Author's Note
Hello. I wasn't planning to add an A/N in case it interrupts the flow of the story, but given how much I can churn out in a chapter, my story synopsis is a little lacking in information (oh the irony). I thought it best to add a little info. Congrats if you have made it this far, however. I've received positive reviews thus far, which is a pleasant surprise, I was half expecting my lengthy chapters to put a lot of people off. Of course, they probably just skip past this story and I'll never know, but as they say, ignorance is bliss. A big thank you to those who have left reviews. I was in the mindset that I'm writing this to scratch an itch, but it's actually quite lovely to see that people are taking time out of their day to read my waffling and enjoying it too.
So, this story. It's canon (from books or movies - it's been some time since I've read/seen them so can't recall the finer differences), so canon couples and previous themes mostly intact. The timeline is 'now', i.e. 2019, so based on the books and some helpful Googling, it puts the original events around 14 years ago, based on Jacob phasing around 2006. Now, please don't get too caught up in exact timing of everything. I tried to keep it as close as possible but I can't remember every detail of what occurred so I may slip a little here and there. I did try and link it all up but had to scrap a lot of my prior work as it was overly detailed and the plot became bloated with over sharing (much like this A/N!). So, I'm now assuming that if you are here reading this, you clearly like the Twilight universe and ergo do not need me to rehash the original works to death unless I deviate from them to fit my plot.
Speaking of deviations, this is story will challenge, or attempt to challenge, the original ideas of Twilight. I do hope that what I write does it well enough so it's not just a complete U turn that puts people off, but still lets the reader accept the new directions within the realms of the Twi-Universe.
As a last note, this is the first thing I have ever written. I've gone through the chapters I've completed at least a dozen times each, tweaking them constantly, however please forgive any spelling/grammatical errors and please feel free to point them out to me!
This was actually probably a good time to add an A/N given this chapter is where the deviations begin. I hope you enjoy it.
Giz.
Chapter Seven.
I slept so soundly on Thursday night that I woke before my alarm the following morning. It was just after 5am, and feeling energised after the chat with my Dad yesterday, and excitement over the meeting today I decided to go into work early again to help Marc out. His old workload was dwindling as no new projects were coming his way, and I made it my mission to close off any many as I could before we both left for the States.
I couldn't believe how both fast and slow this past week had gone. My stomach dropped slightly with the thought that I now only had three weeks before I left for the States. Marc only had two weeks. I reminded myself that other than the house and packing, there was nothing more I could actually do. Knowing there was a solution for the house as well, well, that settle my nerves and allowed the excitement to well up again.
I arrived into work at just after 7am, finding Marc once more in his office looking like he hadn't slept. He'd confessed yesterday that he was continuing to work from home in the evenings, well into the early hours just to account for the time difference. I left my bag and coat on my desk and walked back to the main hallway to the coffee machine. I grabbed a tea for myself and a strong black for Marc.
"Morning Marc." He looked slightly startled as I walked into his office five minutes later, mug in hand. "So, I have a coffee with your name on it, in exchange for your work." I stated as I managed to find a clear space on his desk.
He slumped back in his seat "Oh Kate I could honestly kiss you right now, you know that right." I grinned at him.
"No need, just give me your files, and we'll call it even." He handed over a similar sized pile to yesterday. "No, come on, all of it." I said. "I'll be bored to tears otherwise. There's not much I can do until the meeting today, so come on, hand it over."
I stood with my arms held out. He scooped up most of what was on the desk and loaded it into my arms. "Thank you so, so much."
"S'OK, it's the karma coming back for you." I waved a finger at him and left his office.
My laptop was booted by the time I dumped the files on my desk, and I was pleased to see that someone from Seattle had responded to my Port Angeles office enquiry. Apparently they had a lease on the building from its use in another part of the business that was merged into the main Seattle site. However, as they still had 12 months of the lease remaining, they decided to reallocate it to our project rather than end it early. OK, so that made sense. I fired up my little powerpoint presentation about the offices, adding that info in, then printed off a few hardcopies of the alternative offices I'd found on local real estate websites. This might work in our favour. It would give us 12 months to get any office functions ironed out, so if we did choose to move to a closer location, we should have a very smooth operation in situ for the new place.
I felt very pleased with myself, and I was fighting all temptation to run to Marc to show him what I'd proposed. It was a very strange feeling to not have to get someone's approval. Plus Marc was up to his eyeballs so I didn't want to interrupt.
I spent the next hour sorting through all Marc's old workload, to get an idea of what was still required. I placed a call to Mandy to see if Marc or Karen had called to get Bob's info to send some beer and flowers like I suggested. She confirmed no contact made yet, but she couldn't give out his personal info. I thanked her and hung up, and decided to order it to his office at the plant in Cardiff, so at least he could take them home himself.
That little task completed, I cracked on with Marc's projects.
At 10:30am, I was brought out of my zone with a gentle tap on my shoulder. Marc stood behind me, looking slightly more put together than this morning, although the bags under his eyes were still pretty prominent.
"'You ready?" He asked, resting his laptop and pad on my desk to put on his suit jacket. I nodded and stood, gathering my bits.
"Lead the way Sir." I gestured for him to go first and we snaked our way through the office to the lifts.
"How are you getting on with Seattle?" I asked as we waited. The lift arrived quickly and we hopped on.
"Much better now I haven't got to worry about the old stuff." He smiled at me "Thanks again for that."
"No worries, happy to help. I got another couple of installation dates nailed down, and closed off two others, Rockwell Equine and LFF. Both I've handed over to accounts to manage going forward. Colin from Rockwell passed on his thanks for the work you put in. He said if you ever want to come see the lab again, you were welcome too." I grinned, knowing the story behind that.
"Hell no, I nearly got squashed by a bloody horse last time. Then they said I could help get a semen sample to analyse from a stallion. I have my limits, and apparently wanking off a horse is one of them-" The doors to the lift opened at that moment, and we got some very strange looks from a couple of guys in engineering uniforms who stepped in. It took all my willpower not to laugh as Marc threw his head back in mortification and closed his eyes. I got an amused look from one of the guys and I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face.
We arrived at our floor and as we stepped out I could have sworn I heard one of them neigh quietly. Neither of us missed the sound of laughter from behind the now closing lift doors.
"For fucks sake…" Marc marched off in a huff as I burst out laughing. I broke into a trot to keep up with him and he looked down at me with an exaggerated frown.
"Oh come on, that was pretty funny." I said.
"Yeah, I'm now going to be known as the guy who wanks off horses until I leave."
"Well if you keep saying shit like that out loud, what do you expect?" I said, looking over his shoulder. He paled slightly.
"Oh, you have to be kidding me…" He turned to find his boss, Brian, behind him with a bemused expression.
"New hobby for the weekend Marc?" He asked, still smiling. I couldn't contain my grin so didn't even attempt to. Marc just groaned and walked past Brian to enter the conference room. Brian turned to me. "Is there something I need to know to warn the locals about?" He asked, straight faced.
"Oh, it's fine, it's more of an aversion rather than a growing interest." I replied, still smiling.
"Oh, good, good. I was starting to worry for a moment." He gestured for me to lead, and followed me into the room.
Our guests were due in a few minutes, so we took the time to set up and connect Marc's laptop to the projector, and get settled. A couple of more people from our side arrived, and small pleasantries were made. I knew most people by sight, but hadn't spoken to these two before and couldn't quite remember what department they were from.
Once were we all in place Brian got our attention.
"OK, welcome all, thanks for joining us. We'll go through introductions when our guests arrive, which should be very shortly." He checked his watch." Now, this is going to be quite a relaxed meeting. Contract is already signed so there's no reason for complete arse kissing, but remember they are our guests and this deal is going to benefit us and them very well if it plays out as it should. It will be mostly an open forum, if you have any questions, just dive in. I've taken the decision to have a very loose agenda, but I'd rather we start this project as we mean to go on. It's fluid and organic. We're breaking the chains of how we usually manage these types of projects. If it works, great, if not we have the age old processes to fall back on, but using our LEAN initiatives, this flexibility should cut out the unnecessary red tape we usually get tangled in."
The intercom buzzed at that moment, and Brian lifted the handset. "Lovely, thanks Gina." He turned back to the room and stood smiling. "Our guests are here." He announced. We all stood as the door was opened.
First through was a middle aged gentleman in a wheelchair. He had long, straight black hair, covered by a cowboy hat. I almost smiled at the clash with his clothing. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a lighter grey shirt and no tie. Brian walked up to him and took his hand in a double clasped hand shake, smiling widely as he welcomed him man into the room.
"Welcome Mr. Black, it's good to see you again, I hope you've had a pleasant trip so far?" Brian gestured to an open space at the table void of a chair, and the lady behind him moved the chair in that direction.
"Oh, can't complain, Brian." the man, Mr. Black replied, nodding at the two employees I didn't know too well. "Being waited on hand and food in exchange for a sightseeing tour is my kind of business trip." He joked, and there was a smattering of good natured laughter around the room.
"It's the least we could do." Brian replied. "Please, everyone, take a seat and we'll start off with introductions."
I remained standing as the lady settled herself to the right of Mr. Black. As she sat my eye was caught by the tallest man I'd ever seen, walking into the room. He was huge, he must have been going on six and a half feet at least, and extremely broad as well. Built like a brick shithouse sprang to mind. I chanced a glance at Marc and I imagined my expression mirrored his wide eyed stare. I schooled my features into a blank pleasant smile and turned back to face the gentleman in question.
And felt my breath catch in lungs as we made eye contact.
I'd never experienced anything like it, and by the widening of his eyes and the way he stilled halfway into his seat, made me believe he felt it to. What it was… I couldn't even begin to explain.
Marc jostled me as he pulled out his chair which broke the moment. I felt… unsettled. What the hell was that? I blinked a few times to clear my mind then ungraciously sat in my seat. Marc nudged me again, and I turned to him. He was looking at me with confusion.
"You OK?" He whispered. Unable to speak, I nodded, my head feeling like it was underwater. I reached out to fiddled with my pen on my pad only to noticing my hands were shaking. I glanced up at Marc as I shoved them into my lap. He frowned as his eyes flicked between mine then his head swung to look at the man across from us.
He was still staring at me and I was starting to feel uncomfortable and I ducked my head again.
What the hell?
This was going to be a long meeting.
Sam
As much fun as this has been, both myself and my wolf were itching to go home. London felt… heavy, dirty, compared to La Push. Too much noise, traffic, too many buildings and no open greenery. So many people constantly moving, talking, all in a rush to be somewhere important. I was no stranger to night patrols, but having what seemed like half the population awake in the early hours was jarring to my senses.
I stood by the reception window watching the street below, counting the number of passing red double decker buses, and black cabs. Billy and Sue were talking quietly to themselves which I chose to tune out, merging it with the hundreds of other conversations echoing through this building which seemed to be amplified by the A/C ducts. I internally shook my head at the construction, but reminded myself not everyone had supernatural hearing to account for.
I took another deep lungful of the stale air, picking up a strange scent I'd never come across before. It was difficult to describe, and my wolf was on alert since we'd picked it up near the elevator bank. It wasn't the usual battle ready alertness that plagued both my waking and sleeping moments, this was… something else. I let my mind ponder it, a lame attempt at distraction from the homesickness driving my wolf and me both nuts. I missed Emily. This was the longest and farthest we had been apart in our 14 years together. It was a testament to the strength of Jacob's Alpha order that was holding so many thousands of miles away, warring against the Imprint pull. Without it I'd imagine I'd be making for the nearest airport to hijack a plane back home.
I was brought out of my musings by the receptionist entering and asked us to follow her. We moved to follow, Billy in front pushed by Sue and I followed at the rear. The scent was getting stronger the further we walked, concentrating at the meeting room we had been lead to. I took a few good inhales as Billy and Sue entered, exchanging greetings with Brian on their way in.
My wolf would not settle without scoping out any new location we found ourselves in, so I performed the exercise without thought. He calmed quickly however, and I could sense his fixation on something. Human conventions and his lack of alarm meant I chose to ignore him for the moment, moving slowly as to not frighten the humans and taking my seat. My wolf's interest peeked at this point and I glanced up to see what had him so transfixed…
And was transfixed myself.
Holy shit.
Imprint my wolf helpfully supplied as we stared into the blue eyes of a brunette sitting opposite. She had frozen herself and I saw her eyes widen as her gaze caught mine and her heartbeat kick into a frenzy. A whiff of adrenaline reached my nose and my wolf loosed a low whine inside me at the distress she was showing.
Our eye contact was lost as the man next to her bumped her back to focus and she seated herself in a daze. I could see her nervousness as she played with a pen in front of her, but she quickly hid her hands when she noticed them shake, frowning.
The man next to her got her attention, and I realised I would need to rein… whatever this was, in. He gave me a calculating stare which I could see out of the corner of my eye. My wolf saw no threat there so chose to keep our gaze pinned to the woman in front.
She raised her head and caught my eye again, but quickly ducked her head looking confused.
I dragged my attention back to the room. People were still milling about, getting settled. It gave me a moment to try and reset. I felt Billy shift next to me and I turned my head.
"Everything OK Sam?" He asked quietly. The man was overly observant at the best of times, but I bet my blatant staring had fired up his drama-radar.
"Imprint" I whispered back, the word falling from my lips before I could stop it. There was no other explanation for my behaviour that I could try and sum into a coherent sentence in a room full of people.
Billy's eyes widen and he turned his head to look at the girl. She was busy talking to the man next to her, quiet tones and half sentences I could hear but not understand the context, other than he seemed to be consoling her in some manner.
Probably trying to protect her from the scary man opposite.
I suppressed my amused snort, my wolf disregarding the man as nothing to be concerned with, but still watching their interactions carefully. I lost my usual stoic composure for a second and rubbed my hand down my face. In all my years as a wolf, I'd never thought I'd again experience the emotional clusterfuck that came with that initial Imprint. My Imprint with Emily was as fresh in my mind as the day it happened. I was surprised it hadn't lessen and the more I compared to two, I realised they were markedly different. I'd forgotten how strong and disorientating that initial bond was so it threw me for a loop.
I needed to talk to the girl, see how the bond plays out and develops. I also needed to talk to Billy. In all our histories there had never been two Imprints for one wolf.
As I mulled this over I realised everyone was seated and the introductions started. I sat back in my seat, forcing myself to pay attention to Brian at the front. My wolf was still preoccupied with the girl, but at least it put a halt on his incessive mantra of 'Emily Emily Emily' every five fucking minutes.
Either way, I need to speak to this girl, get to know her. I couldn't wait for this meeting to be over. It was going to be a long one.
Kate
"Y'sure you're OK?" Marc prodded, eyes darting between mine. I wasn't quite sure what had happened, but it had shaken me enough that Marc had picked up on it. I reckoned he was one step away from putting his hand to my forehead to check my temperature. I tried to shake myself out of it, but I was finding it difficult to focus. My eyes darting across the table. I noticed the man, and Mr. Black, were both looking now. Mr. Black looking mildly intrigued. Something was going on, there was no doubt about it.
I was brought back to the room again by Marc, his concern deepening at my loss of focus again.
"Need me to get something? Sugar?" He asked, still keeping his tone low. The room was still full of chatter as Brian engaged people. I shook my head, not being able to articulate what was wrong. I'd clearly had a physical reaction going by my still trembling hands. Maybe a bit of sugar would help, and I changed my head shake to a nod. Marc's eyes roamed my face once more before he stood quickly and left the room. He nodded to Brian on his way past who took it in his stride. I guess this 'fluid' meeting style wouldn't bring unwanted attention to me. I internally cringed at the thought that I might end up being the only woman from our side who then faints. However, I guess the minimal attention thing was no longer applicable, given both Mr. Black had now joined Gigantor in the staring Olympics.
Marc slipped back into the room, and Brian smoothly brought order and began introductions.
"So, most of you have met in person over the past few days, for those new to the project I'll go around the room and introduce everyone." He gestured to Mr. Black first, on his left.
"Mr. William Black, Chief of the Quileute Nation, and Council Elder."
"Billy, please." Mr. Black stated, smiling around the table, before his eyes fell back to mine. This time they were more kindly, and it helped settle my nerves a little. Marc broke my gaze again by handing me a small chocolate bar, already open, and broken into cubes. I silently thanked him and discretely placed a piece in my mouth, hoping the sugar would do the trick. I lifted my head again and noticed I was still the object of Mr. Blacks, Billy's, attention as well as Big Man.
"To Billy's left, we have Mr. Sam Uley, and Mrs. Sue Clearwater-Swan, Council Elders of the Quileute Nation."
Both acknowledged Brian, Mrs Clearwater-Swan smiling brightly at everyone. Gigantor, Mr. Uley, lifted his hand from the table and nodded, expression blank. The action seem to bring him out of his starting contest and he finally looked around the room, watching the others being introduced, rather than just me.
"From Equinox's side, we have Karl Mission and David Hayes from Legal." continued Brian. "Don't panic, nothing sinister, but just a few points we need sorted, and it's easier to do in person." He smiled at our guests. Billy, acknowledge this with a dip of his head.
"And here, we have two special people I've been keen to have you meet." Brian smiled widely and walked around to stand behind myself and Marc. Realising all attention was back on us I painted on a bright smile, bracing for the shoulder slap. Yup, there it was. Brian was a bit old school sometimes.
"Marc Evans, Manufacturing Project realisation Director, and Kate Walker, Facilities Installation and Relocation Director." I muttered a small 'Hello' and gained a warm smile from Billy and Mrs. Clearwater-Swan. I couldn't help my eyes flick to Mr. Uley and he surprised me by offering a tentative, but genuine smile. It immediately put me at ease and I returned the smile just as tentatively.
"Now, important question before we start, who would like tea or coffee?" Brian grinned as a chorus of 'yes' rose in the room with a smattering of laughter following. "Thought so." He poked a call button on the intercom and sat himself back down.
"So, thanks again for your time coming to meet us this week. I appreciate it's not a short flight, but I hope you've found it to your benefit so far." Brian started, pausing only momentary to open the door for catering to wheel in a tea trolley. "We've going to keep this reasonably informal, so, thank you for the suit jacket Billy, but you didn't have to dress up for me." Billy chuckled, clearly these two got on rather well.
"You know me, Brian, I like to dress up for a date if you're paying." Billy retorted, causing the room to laugh.
"Yes, we definitely couldn't call you a cheap date…" The two men roared with laughter and Marc and I exchanged eye rolls. Brian could charm the pants off anyone.
"Anyway, so, the main reason we are here today to finish off your visit to the UK is meeting our new members of the relocation team, Marc and Kate. Marc, you've heard of and I think you've had some contact…?" He glanced between Marc, Billy and Mr. Uley, all three nodding. "Good, good, so in that case, Kate is the newest team member, and she will be focusing on the office development side of this project."
He wiggled his fingers at Marc who fired up a powerpoint presentation showing my main responsibilities.
"Now, Kate has come into the project this week so is still catching up with everything, but I understand you have a few ideas already that you want to run past us?"
You're up Kate, no pressure. I didn't know if I should remain seated, but decorum won out and I stood and moved to the side of the projection screen. Marc, ever in tune, switched the program to my preloaded presentation.
"Um, yes, thank you Brian. Hello all." I smiled around the round, receiving them back in return. "So, as Brian mentioned, I've not been on the project long, but something did crop up that I thought needed your input." I nodded at Marc who tapped to the first slide.
"The Seattle headquarters earmarked an office in Port Angeles for the admin element for the new plant. My rudimentary Googling showed it's around an hour's drive from La Push-"
"More if there's bad weather." Interjected Mr. Uley. I paused at the first time hearing his voice. It was quieter than I was expecting, but the baritone and accent was just… yeah, never thought I'd be someone to swoon over a voice before. Ring me up anytime Mr. Uley, I could listen to him talk all day.
"Um, yes, your local knowledge trumps my Googling." I replied blushing slightly, he gave me a small grin in return. "So, I've done a bit of investigation and the reason for Port Angeles is because Equinox still has 12 months remaining on a leasing contract on the building. I've checked out local business real estate in the area and found a few possible alternatives." I nodded to Marc and he brought up the slide showing the three buildings.
"I won't bore you with the particulars, I've printed hands out with the information for each one." I moved back to my place and picked up the mini handouts I'd created, continuing around the table to the otherside.
As I neared Mr. Uley, I noticed his scent, like petrichor and forest. God, I just wanted to sniff the man. What the hell is wrong with me?! Our fingers brushed as I handed him the paper and I could have sworn there was a strong shock of static, and the heat! Even through the brief touch I could feel the heat radiate from him. Remembering where I was I moved onto Mrs. Clearwater-Swan who was looking curiously between myself and Mr. Uley as I handed her a copy.
"Umm… yes, so umm… each of these sites are around Forks?" The three nodded "Which you'd agree is a better distance to cover than the Port Angeles. Now my suggestion would be to utilise the Port Angeles office until the lease expires, then look at our options closer to La Push. Obviously these offices might not be around by the time the lease is up, however these should give you an idea of the size and square footage we're looking at needing."
There were nods all around and feeling confident I plowed on.
"Now, I wanted to speak to you to see if you had any objections to this, or if the Tribe has any available land or buildings we could convert…" I trailed off as the three huddled together. I took the moment to walk to my seat and pick up my glass of water.
"We would have to discuss possible Tribal allocation for offices with the rest of the Council, and the community as well. We're a small people, and our Reservation lands are small. As you can imagine, using a portion of it for the manufacturing plant is already eating into suitable grounds. We're reluctant to encroach on our forests." Billy stated. I nodded, understanding.
"No problem, as I mentioned, you'd have the local knowledge so anything we do we want you to be happy with it." I replied, earning another smile from him.
"I figured being closer to the Reservation would mean we could employ more Tribes people with the upkeep, maintenance et cetera of the offices, that should open up employment opportunity to more people who need flexible hours for like childcare, or second jobs…" I trailed off again as I noticed the three of them were grinning broadly at me. Billy shifted himself in his chair, clasping his hands together and switched his attention to Brian.
"I had my doubts Brian, about you bring in someone so late in the game, but I have to say I'm impressed. It's not every day we have an outsider consider the needs of our Tribe so widely." He turned back to me and gestured for me to approach. I flicked a look at Marc who just grinned as Billy took my hands in his.
"Thank you Ms. Walker." He said with so much sincerity I was almost bowed over with his intensity. "You will be an honorary daughter of our Tribe". He squeezed my hands gently then let go.
"Thank you, Mr… Billy." I didn't really know what else to say, so I stumbled back to the front and cleared my throat.
"Do you have any ideas for getting people to PA?" Mrs. Clearwater-Swan interjected before I could speak again. "Not all our people drive or have access to reliable vehicles. It would reduce the number of applicants if they can't travel."
I nodded again at Marc and he popped up my next slide.
"As a matter of fact, I do." I smiled. "I thought that might be the case, so I've looked into bus hire. There's a coach company in Port Angeles that we can hire a few school bus type vehicles for a reasonable rate. We can work out the finer points based on shift patterns, but it should be a typical nine to five working day, so a minimum of two trips a day. We can also factor in cleaning crews to come in on the bus taking the office crew home. They can also do multiple drops or one drop in La Push, but again, we can work out the best method that works for everyone."
I looked around again and received a subtle thumbs up from Marc, and a nod from Brian (high praise indeed). The Quileute had huddled together again after a few murmurs turned together to face me, all smiling again.
"I think that's a fine idea, Ms. Walker." Billy answered.
"Please, call me Kate. Does anyone have any questions? It's early stages I know, but I can work on this in the meantime." I stated. I received a few head shakes so made my way back to my seat. Marc squeezed my arm and I couldn't stop the grin erupting on my face.
As I settled, I noticed the three Quileutes were watching us again. Billy looking… proud? Mr. Uley looking pleased I think. It was hard to tell, he was pretty stoic looking from what I could tell so far.
The rest of the meeting was taken over by Marc and Mr Uley, Sam he insisted, talking about the construction of the plant. Ground breaking had already taken place, but Sam was struggling to hire in further trades without Equinox's financial backing. It looked like Marc would be working more later nights until he finally got over there.
We broke for lunch around twelve thirty. The conference room had a side lounge area with sofas and a large dining table. Catering had laid out a large buffett on the table and there was pleasant chatter between Brian and Marc as they made their way to the food.
I noticed that the Quileutes had gather off to one side and were involved in what looked like an intense conversation. I made a beeline to Marc and Brian, grabbing a plate on my way.
"Good job there Kate, I knew you'd be good for this role." Brian jabbed a chicken satay stick in my direction before popping it into his mouth. I bit my tongue at that, I wasn't sure what involvement he had in my new job, and even though I had now embraced it, I was still bitter at the manner in which it came about. I just smiled and nodded at him and picked up a few sliced veggies and fruit. My diet this week had been horrific with too many take outs, so I wanted to make some kind of attempt to stave off any extra pounds creeping on. I glanced back around the room feeling eyes on me, and saw the Quileutes still huddled and now staring at me.
Ooookay.
Mrs. Clearwater-Swan detached herself and walked over to me, and placed her hand on my free arm.
"Kate, dear, would you be so kind as to show me to the ladies please?" She asked politely. I nodded and rested my plate back on the table.
"This way, Mrs. Clearwater-Swan." I gestured down the hallway and we walked side by side.
"Please, call me Sue, it's such a mouthful." She linked her arm through mine, taking me by surprise. "I really should have taken Swan when I married, but decided to honour my first husband too"
I wasn't brilliant at small talk so I asked the first thing that popped to mind.
"Oh, you were married before?" Was that OK? Was it crossing into too personal? Sue didn't seem to mind and plowed on.
"Oh yes, Harry Clearwater. He was a Tribal Elder before he passed. I gained his seat on the Council when it happened."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I replied. How do you follow that?
"It's OK dear, it was over 13 years ago now. I have my Charlie, he's a Pale Face like you, I think you'd both get on wonderfully, no doubt you'll meet him once you come over."
She smiled at me. I'm assuming the Pale Face comment was used as a term of endearment, otherwise I'd just been cussed out without knowing it. Sue was rather talkative and by the time we'd done our business, I knew both her kid's names, that her husband was Police Chief of Forks, and that her niece was someone called Emily who happened to be Sam's wife.
We walked back into the lounge area and made our way to the food. Sue was still talking, and I was caught up in her enthusiasm, nodding at the right places. She struck me as someone fiercely protective of those she loved and she seemed to know and love everyone in a hundred mile radius of La Push.
"Come, we want to get to know you better." She smiled as she gently but firmly took my arm and guided me to where Billy and Sam were holding court. Both watched as we approached and I felt like I was on trial. My hesitation must have been clear on my face as Billy chuckled slightly and reached for my hand again, clasping it in both of his.
"Kate, don't look so worried my dear. We're just excited to meet you, that's all." I nodded.
"Sorry." I replied a little embarrassed "I've heard Americans can be a little overwhelming… I guess I'm just not used to the cultural differences…" It felt like a weak excuse, but it was true. As much as I loved listening to Sue chatter, I could sense it draining my energy reserves keeping up with her. Billy chuckled again.
"Believe me, you'll get used to it. We are like one big family, tripping over each other all the time. You might want to strangle some of us by the end of this, but we'll wear you down eventually."
He turned serious for a moment and patted a chair next to him for me to sit.
"I meant what I said back in there." He began, nodding towards the conference room. "You will be an honorary member of our Tribe. That's not just talk, Kate. It comes with respect and rights we afford to our people."
I looked around and both Sue and Sam has serious looks on their faces. I didn't want to insult them by refusing so I said nothing.
"Tell us a little about you Kate." Billy continued. "Do you live local to here? Do you have family close?"
"I'm about an hour train ride from here, just outside London. Erm, there's just me and my Dad. My Dad's pretty close by, so we see each other often."
"How's he feel about you moving to the United States? He asked.
I smiled "He's actually really happy for me, said it was a good opportunity, and I agree with him."
"That's good. What about anyone else?" Billy fished.
"Erm, no, it's just me and Dad I guess…" I dipped my head a little at the thought. What a lonely life I lead. I almost missed the looks they gave each other.
"Oh, there is Marc." I stated, trying not to look like a complete loner. "He's my best friend, we've been working together here for about eight years now." Sue and Billy smiled. It was almost… sad? Oh god, they did think I was a loner. This was embarrassing.
"No boyfriend then?" Sam interrupted. I swore I saw Billy throw him a look, but it was too quick for me to make it out.
"Erm, no, not anymore." I started. Ah hell, Sue overshared, maybe I should too? "We parted ways recently." OK, that was my overshare limit.
"Oh, sorry to hear that." Billy replied before Sam could speak again. I just nodded. It was exhausting trying to come up with small talk, so I just let them fill the air by asking me questions.
"I'm told that you've taken the old Whitefeather house?" Billy stated. I must have looked confused as he continued "Sorry, the rental house, white, two storey house." I nodded, realising he was referring to the place I would be living in. "It's a lovely old place, it's not actually on Tribal lands, but it's as good as. Mr. Whitefeather past away a little while back and left the house to the Tribe in his will. I'm happy we are making good use of it, I think you will like it." He patted my knee and I smiled at him.
"It looked lovely in the photos I saw, I like the wrap around porch." OK that was lame.
"It needs a little work, lick of paint here and there, but it's a good home." Sam said.
I swung my eyes back to him and got caught again in his stare. I couldn't explain what this was. He was an extremely attractive man, way out of my league, that was for sure, but it felt like I knew him from before, it wasn't a sexual attraction. He felt like Marc, but more?
I suddenly felt weary from the demands of the day.
"You look worn to the bone my dear," Sue said kindly "I dragged you from eating, come on, let's get something to eat." It felt like such a motherly thing that I felt a sudden lump in my throat and although it had been nearly 13 years, I felt the death of my Mum acutely at that moment. Urg, what was wrong with me today?
Sam
Being furthest from the door she was one of the last to leave the meeting room. The three of us had huddled in a corner of this dining area.
"What's going on with you two." Sue started, looking concerned.
"Sam Imprinted. Again." Stated Billy, not messing around. Sue's eyes widened almost comically as her head snapped around to look at me.
"What?!" She hissed, facing back to Billy. I just shrugged. My focus was bouncing back between our conversation and keeping an eye on the girl, Kate, across the room.
"But...how? What about Emily?" She asked me. Both now looked at me and I wrestled with my wolf to bring my full attention back to Billy and Sue.
"It's...strong, the same intensity, but not the same as Emily." I stated quietly, still trying to wrap my own head around it.
"What do you mean Sam, I mean, do you feel anything for her?" She continued, concerned for her niece. I allowed my eyes to find Kate again, and I could see both Sue and Billy follow my gaze. I saw the minute stiffening of Kate's back and she turned her head slightly, and looked uncomfortable to find all three of us watching her.
"I'm going to have a little talk with her-" Sue said and started to walk away from us.
"Sue, no-" She ignored me and I huffed in frustration. A flare of jealousy ignited that Sue would get to speak to her first and I tightened the leash on my wolf. He hadn't been this unstable in years, bucking my authority and it was disconcerting to have to mentally battle him on the simple commands, much like I did back when newly phased.
"What does it feel like?" Billy prodded. I watched her intently as she left the room with Sue and had to stop myself from following them down the corridor.
"So intense. I'm fighting the wolf." Kate left my sight and I was finally able to bring my eyes back to Billy even though I wanted to run after her. He looked calm and I tried to draw on that, taking a resetting breath.
"He… wants her." I frowned at that. It was true but not in that sense. "I'm struggling to explain it." I continued "It's like she's… Pack?" As soon as I said it knew it in my bones to be true. "But, not like how I want Emily. She's sister, pack. The pull though…" I sighed again. "It's so strong Billy."
He looked away from my face for a moment as he collected his thoughts.
"Do you think it's possible she's the Imprint of another wolf?" He asked.
"Yes. No. Both?" I shrugged my shoulders again. "She's definitely my Imprint. I'm feeling jealous that Sue's taken her away."
Billy looked surprised at that. "I wonder how your wolf would react when she meets another member of the Pack." The moment he said it, my wolf snapped at my mental leash and I wasn't quick enough to prevent the baring of my teeth to Billy. Knowing our behaviors well, he tipped his head exposing his neck subtly, just enough to placate me.
"Sorry." I said after a moment. "He's pulling at the reins, I haven't had to fight him like this since I first phased."
Billy tapped the armrest of his chair with a forefinger, as he did when thinking. I kept quiet knowing he was working through this problem. Since we had first phased all those years ago, the Council has diligently worked its way through our Tribal histories. We'd discovered some more interesting facts about our shapeshifting abilities and prior Packs, but clearly not everything was documented. If this had even happened before.
"I'm not sure how I'm going to get back to the States like this." I said quietly. The shame over the regression of my control was small potatoes compared to the separation we would face from our Imprint. I could feel the war in my bones as my pull to Emily and getting home, now fought my pull to Kate and Jacob's order. I was a struggle to work out what was stronger.
"We'll call Jacob, and Old Quil tonight, explain what happened. Get Jacob to remove the Alpha order from you. If that alone doesn't work, we'll get him to issue a new one, ordering you home." Billy said. I nodded. We were due to leave the country tomorrow midday and the dwindling hours was sending my wolf into a meltdown.
"Can we get her to the States any faster?" I asked, eyes still watching the doorway. What was taking them so long?
"She's due in three weeks. Do you think you can manage 'til then?" He asked.
"It's not just me I'm worried about." I made eye contact again with Billy. "She can feel the pull too, I can tell. I don't know if it's just a strong as what I'm feeling, or if it will be on the same level as the other Imprints felt before accepting the bond, but I'm worried, Billy. Real worried. Remember what happened to Rachel and Paul?"
Billy's face paled as he recalled that shitshow with his daughter. Rachel, remembering Paul's 'Playboy of La Push' reputation before she left for University hadn't forgotten it when he Imprinted on her when she returned. Given her stubborn nature she refused to have anything to do with him, leaving the Imprint bond hanging. It did a number on them both, permanently leaving a scar on Paul and his wolf's psyche. It had taken a number of years for Paul to overcome his fear of abandonment from Rachel's treatment of him. Even now his wolf couldn't do more than a couple of days without seeing her; something the other Imprinted Wolves managed to overcome a couple of years into their relationships. Rachel, ever the outgoing one of Billy's twins, became a shell of her former self, suffering from bouts of illness until Jacob stepped in and literally carried her out into his garage and locked her in with Paul's wolf under an Alpha order to stay. It worked, but the damaged had been done by that time.
My coming to the UK was the ultimate push of that boundary. Hmm, look how that was working out. It was hard, and I couldn't imagine how it would feel for both of us to separate for three weeks without the bond being sealed. I frowned at that. Sex was the usual method to seal the bond, and I'd no desire to sleep with Kate, so how would this work?
Our legends told us that we could be anything the Imprint wanted, friend, lover, yada yada yada..., but so far, apart from Quil and Claire, and Jacob and Renesmee, no two adults had managed to stay as just friends. It lead credence to the old theory that Imprinting had roots in being a Spirit sanctioned mating program, even if there had been no pups born of the Pack yet. The Imprint making it's victims be complicit and offering up a stable relationship as compensation. I love Emily dearly, but there would always be a tiny part of me that resented my choices being taken away from me.
"I'll speak to Brian, see if we can move up the time table for her. From what he's told me, she owns a house with a boyfriend, so they would need time to sort that out."
My face darkened at the thought that she had a boyfriend. My mind whirled with conjecture, was he coming with her? Would it be a problem for the Imprint bond (my wolf answered 'yes' to that before the thought had finished forming). Or was she leaving him completely? Taking a break? I was brought to my senses by Billy quietly shifting in his seat.
"We'll talk to her OK? See if we can get some information on her living status. Remember, she'll have working VISAs to wait on so prepare yourself if we can't speed this process up, OK?"
I nodded, chewing the inside of my cheek, eyes still watching the doorway. I heard them before I saw them and turned slightly to Billy.
"I want the Whitefeather house added into the patrol route immediately, and get the guys to go over the house to ensure it's safe for her." I said quickly. I figured some form of action for my Imprint would take the edge off my wolf's steadily increasing rattling of my mental cage. It was a trick we've learnt over the years when faced with Imprint separation. Remind the wolf we were doing XYZ for our Imprint and it would settle them enough so we could function.
"The house is fine-" Billy started, and I threw him a dark look "-but we'll get it looked at when we speak to Jacob later." he finished, wisely placating me. My eyes swung back to the doorway as the joint first, most important person in my life walked back into the room. I let out a sigh of relief and my shoulders relaxed minutely. I resisted the urge to rub my hand down my face and started the arduous mental exercises to rein in the emotions of both me and my wolf. I'd forgotten how hard this shit was.
Kate looked nervous, and overwhelmed when she approached with Sue. I'd barely heard her speak since she finished her presentation, and Sue's banal chatter as they left the room appeared to have not stopped either. Her eyes were darting between myself and Billy's as she stood before us. Billy, ever the gracious leader, took point and made small talk to calm her down. From her stressed body language and reactions to Sue's exuberant made me think that she wasn't one for loud, or boisterous people or situations. It could also be the Imprint sending her for a loop, it was hard to tell.
"Tell us a little about you Kate." Billy asked with a smile. "Do you live local to here? Do you have family close?"
"I'm about an hour train ride from here, just outside London. Erm, there's just me and my Dad. My Dad's pretty close by, so we see each other often." She replied. Polite mask on, going through the small talk motions.
"How's he feel about you moving to the United States? He prodded.
She smiled "He's actually really happy for me, said it was a good opportunity, and I agree with him." It was a genuine emotion, she clearly loved her Dad.
"That's good. What about anyone else?" Billy continued. If he wasn't such a pro, you'd think he was a nosy old bastard.
"Erm, no, it's just me and Dad I guess…" She trailed off. That was...sad, and my wolf whined in agreement. I couldn't imagine having no one else around. As much as the Pack were a ragtag bunch of mutherfuckers sometimes, Billy was right, we were one big family.
"Oh, there is Marc." She added quickly, scanning the room for the man she was seated next to earlier, smiling when she found him. "He's my best friend, we've been working together here for about eight years now." She must have seen something on our expressions as she blushed slightly with embarrassment.
"No boyfriend then?" I jumped in before Billy could. He shot me a dirty look for interrupting, but I ignored it.
"Erm, no, not anymore. We parted ways recently." She clammed up at that. OK, interesting. My wolf stepped down from Defcon one, and I internally rolled my eyes at it. It was acting like a pup, rather than the noble Spirit Warrior it was supposed to be.
"Oh, sorry to hear that." Billy cut in before I could grill her further. She looked worn out and her smiles, although freely given, were fleeting. I was about to ask if she was hungry when Sue took the lead and guided her back to the food table. Billy pinned me with a look of exasperation and I just stared right back.
"Try not to scared her off, Sam." He scolded gently. I said nothing and pushed him towards the food. And to Kate.
I stood a respectful distance from her, but within arms length. She sent a few more smiles my way which I returned. I racked my brains to think of something to say.
"Anything I should avoid?" I asked her, looking at the spread before us. Huh. For the first time in… forever, the incessant hunger that plagued my life was forgotten for a few hours. Shit, this Imprint crap was strong.
"It's OK, bit bland if you ask me. Chickens good however." She pointed to a plate on my right. I helped myself to it, and piled others bits on too. The energy requirements for being a wolf meant the Pack never turned down food, regardless of taste. I took a bite of the chicken, she was right, it was pretty good, and the hunger came roaring back. It took all my limited self control to not shove half my plate in my mouth in one go. As it was, I began the grazing process, hoping that by picking off bits here and there, the amount I consume would go unnoticed.
Or maybe not.
"Hungry?" Kate asked, a cute little quirk on her lips, eyeing my already empty plate.
I swallowed my mouthful with chagrin. "Sorry, it's been a while since breakfast." It was difficult to explain our metabolism to outsiders, there was only so many body building excuses we could use before questions were raised. It was easier to eat less and go hungry.
"Don't worry about it. I'd be matching your pace if I haven't been eating like crap this week." She frowned down at her plate, full of sliced vegetables. Girl must be half rabbit. "Got to stop the pounds piling on." She rolled her eyes in a weary manner. I'd forgotten how normal people struggled with their weight.
"You look fine to me." I said, refilling my plate. "Besides, I'll have your share, you can eat my portion of veg, deal?" She laughed quietly and picked up a bit of green… something... from her plate.
"Deal." She smiled again, less strained than before. I guess she was getting use to me. That and I wasn't acting like a complete freak.
"Sorry, for earlier, before, in the meeting, with the whole staring thing." I vomited out the words, slightly horrified at myself for addressing the awkwardness the Imprint caused and not just pretend it didn't happen. "It's… you remind me of someone, I think. Like we've known each other before?" Kill me now.
"Hmm, yeah, I kind of know what you mean. It is kind of strange isn't it?" She straightened her shoulders. "Well I've never been to the States, and Brian told me this was your first trip to the UK, so I assume we haven't met before and it's just some weird mojo, deja vu thing."
"Yeah, must be." Nice recovery Sam. Moron. "We're going to be working, and living, pretty close together soon, so I would like to get to know you better if that's OK? As Billy said, we're one big family, and the sooner I get you on my side, the better I can protect you from the rest of the reprobates I work with and call my friends."
She laughed out loud at that, and I couldn't help the grin spread on my face. It was a lovely sound, I'd have to get her to laugh more. I noticed Billy and Sue both discreetly watching us both, and it should have annoyed me… well it did a bit, but I found myself not really caring.
"I'd like that, getting to know you too I mean, not that your friends are reprobates. I'd like to meet them first before passing judgment."
"Sure thing, although I reserve the right to tell you 'I told you so' when they do something incredibly stupid they are old enough to know better about." I replied, stuffing more chicken in. Was it bad manners to just pick up the serving platter in place of my miniscule plate?
Like she read my mind, Kate put down her own plate and did a covert scan of the room, and seeing everyone but us were away from the table in little groups, she picked up the serving platter and quickly exchanged it with the plate in my hand.
"There you go, you don't look as ridiculous holding that plate." She grinned.
"I'd like to think I was rocking it pretty well." I replied around a mouthful of meat. She snorted, which took me by surprise.
"Yeah, no. The whole Alice in Wonderland thing? Sorry, you don't really pull it off. However I could ask catering if they have a blue apron we could borrow for you?" Oh, she's a playful one. My wolf was enraptured by this side of her. I wasn't above admitting I was loving it too.
"I think it would clash with my shoes." I dead panned and she laughed again. I grinned and nearly lost a bit of chicken from my mouth which caused her to laugh harder. I was about to say something more, when Brian wandered over with Marc in tow.
"Sam, good to see you getting on with our lovely Kate." He smiled widely at us both.
Oops, breaktime over. I guess it's back to business.
"I know you have spoken on the phone, but I'd like you to meet Marc in person." Marc moved over to shake my hand, and before I could put my plate, platter, back on the table Kate had taken it from my hands with a knowing little grin. I couldn't help return it, and found Marc looking a bit… off when I turned back to shake his hand.
"Good to meet you Marc, thanks again for all your help with your Seattle office. I speak construction, they… don't. It's good to have you there to translate." I was genuining happy to meet the man, he had been invaluable during the groundbreaking works. I received a smile in return.
"No problem, although I hope once I'm over there these things will progress a little faster. The time difference is killing us here at the moment."
We made small talk, Kate staying mainly quiet, but interjecting with the odd comment. I could see the comradery between her and Marc, and was intrigued with the change in her personality. Once she opened up it was a joy to watch. I could see she was holding back but I guess it was because she was at work in front of guests and her bosses.
Before I knew it, we were being ushered back into the meeting room, Kate making a point to carry some platters from the dining area in, stating she didn't get a chance to eat much with all the talking. She winked at me as she set my chicken platter in front of me and I couldn't help but grin back like a maniac. The smile was tempered by Billy's and Sue's shit eating grins I caught sight of as they watched our interactions. It was wiped further from my face by Marc's hard look as I caught his eye. He was watching Kate and me intently with a calculating look on his face. My wolf still didn't consider him a threat, but wouldn't take the challenge lying down, and I felt the added heat to my stare as the wolf peeked out. Marc swallowed and sat back in his chair ever so slightly. He nervously smiled at me, brave man, and I returned it with no further heat. Good boy.
I was brought out of my mild pissing contest by Billy clearing his throat. I shot a glance at him and received a raised eyebrow in reprimand. I dipped my head in ascent, no further trouble from me, boss. Billy might not be a wolf, but he did command a level of respect from the Pack, being our Alpha's sire and Chief of the Tribe. Plus I was going to spend the best part of ten hours on a plane with the man tomorrow, best not poke that bear, he could be very annoying when he put his mind to it.
Speaking of annoying, Brian called our attention to work through some contract elements that needed slight amendments. I gave Billy a blank stare, and I swore I saw his eye twitch, yup, there it was. He hated this shit, I didn't blame him but I wasn't above gloating however and he knew it. I took great pleasure in snagging a piece of chicken from my platter and slowly popped it in my mouth, maintaining eye contact. Yeah, I was going to pay for this later, but it's fun to wind him up.
As he moved with Sue's assistance to the top of the table to work with the legal bods, I lost eye contact and naturally my gaze found Kate. She was smiling at me, clearly seeing everything that passed between me and Billy. I returned the smile and noticed Marc watching us. I saluted him with another piece of chicken and stood up to move around to their side of the table.
I was going to work with both of them, I best make the effort to be friends I suppose.
Kate
I watched as Sam stood and moved around to our side of the table, sliding his chicken platter along with him. He had already cleared two thirds and didn't seem like stopping anytime soon. I considered stealing a bit, but had the feeling it was best not to get in between this man and his food.
Marc kept throwing looks my way and I wasn't sure what that was about, I'd have to catch him after and see what the deal was. I had a feeling he wasn't keen on Sam for some reason. He seemed OK to me, lovely actually, I could talk to him all day. He just had this warmth around him, and not just the body temperature, which was a bit strange. He came across serious and intense on first impression; you'd certainly not want to meet him in a dark alley, but under that stoicism, he was a devious little bugger I could tell. The little moment between him and Billy was most enlightening. Sue looked particularly happy at Sam's behaviour; I had a feeling it wasn't often showcased.
"So, Marc, I hear you're moving into the apartment in Forks." Marc nodded. "It's a nice place, near to Sully's burgers, they do good food. Once you're in me and my wife will take you out for a meal there, to welcome you to the area." Marc looked surprised.
"Thanks Sam, that's generous of you. Sorry, I didn't realise you were married."
"Yeah, Emily, love of my life." Sam replied, and I could see the affection in his eyes just talking about her." Fourteen years together, and she's not got sick of me yet." He joked. "She's looking forward to meeting you both. Don't be surprised if she keeps you both stocked up with home cooking. She's her happiest if she's working her way through everything in our pantry."
We spent the next hour just talking about everything La Push. Sam regaling us with stories of the trouble his group of friends found themselves, and by the end had Marc laughing along. It brought Marc out of his funk finally, and I was having a blast. My earlier reserve gone; I was looking forward to meeting his friends if Sam was anything to go by.
"As it's your last night in London, would you be interested in going out for a traditional pub dinner with myself and Kate this evening?" Marc asked Sam, surprising me with the offer. Sam smiled broadly and accept.
"We have to catch up with some folks back home, but sure, sounds great." Sam replied, as Billy and Sue were released from the clutches of Legal, and made their way back to their seats. Sam mentioned the meal and both were just as keen, Billy citing a number of different traditional ales he wanted to try, and Sue reminding him not to get so drunk that the airline banned him from flying tomorrow.
We made plans to pick them up from their hotel at 6:30pm, and the meeting slowly wound down. By 4pm, they were ready to leave and we were in the process of saying our goodbyes.
"I very much look forward to seeing you both in La Push very soon." Billy said, shaking Marc's hand then bring me in for an embrace. It took me by surprise, but it felt so lovely, like it does when I hug my Dad. Sue was the same, and her mothering nature she'd shown early leached out and she smoothed a bit of my hair back behind my ear.
Next up was Sam, I wasn't sure if he was the huggy type but the thought had barely crossed my mind when I found myself literally surrounded by him, and I melted. It was the best hug I'd ever experienced in my entire life and I couldn't bring myself to let go. I found myself snuggling in further, and rather than stiffen under my inappropriate behaviour, I heard Sam sigh in contentment and bring me in further. He smelt so wonderful. The whiff I got earlier was nothing compared to inhaling at the source, and I unashamedly snorted a lungful.
Home.
It was the only way to describe it. I closed my eyes as a maelstrom of emotion welled inside of me. I didn't want to let go, the thought of saying goodbye made me want to cry. I'm sure Sam sense my distress as he squeezed me even tighter and I swear I heard, or felt, a rumble in his chest. It instantly soothed me. I felt him take a deep breath and realised he was inhaling at the top of my head. It should have freaked me out, but instead I mirrored his actions, taking another lungful myself.
There was minor shuffling outside my circle of peace which dragged me back to myself. Oh, this was embarrassing.
I reluctantly peeled myself out of Sam's arms and stepped back. His hands brush down from my upper shoulders, down my arms to my hands, prolonging contact until we moved fully apart. My heart physically lurched at the break of contact and it took me a moment to force away the tears brewing. I just wanted to hug this man and let him carry me home. My reaction was completely insane.
My senses returned gradually to find Sue talking to Marc, distracting him from myself and Sam. Billy, however, was watching with a knowing smile. "We'll see you in a couple of hours OK? You'll be OK until then." He stated. I just nodded and stepped back far enough so I could look at Sam.
His face was tight, and if I hadn't been studying his expressions over the past four or five hours, you would have thought he was back to being his usual stoic self. But I could see he was fighting the same battle I was. Maybe we were going crazy together.
Sue wrapped up her chat with Marc, and we said our 'byes' and I watched as they left for reception.
Once they were out of sight I took in a shuddering breath and went to walk back to the meeting room to tidy up and grab my things, when Marc blocked my way to my place.
"You OK Kate?" He asked eyes flicking between mine, before swinging to the exit. I didn't know what to say, but I knew Marc had my back, so I decided to be honest, even if I couldn't articulate myself.
"I'm not sure." I said weakly, forgoing my things and slumping in the nearest chair. I put my elbows on the desk and buried my head in my hands trying to reset. "It's been a crazy week and I think I'm going insane." I laughed without humour. Marc pulled out the chair next to me, and gently swiveled my chair so I was forced to get off the table and face him.
"Was it something to do with Sam?" He asked. I nodded.
"It's like I know him." I whispered. "Like we've met before, but years ago, and have to get back to knowing each other again." I scoffed at myself, it sounded all new aged and hippy like, but it fitted what I felt perfectly. "I told you, insane." I smiled at Marc, hoping to run with humour. He didn't take the bait and watched me for a moment.
"Do you… like him?" He asked. I shook my head, that I was sure of.
"Not like that, no, that I'm positive of, even before I knew he was married." I stated. I didn't want to seem like some fickle bitch. Marc nodded. "But it's like, intense, like that kind of love, you know. It felt like we were feeding off each other and I couldn't stop it. I've never been like that before, even with Richard you know?" I sighed again, and Marc rubbed my upper arms.
"It was weird, how you were interacting with each other, it looked like it took you both by surprise." Marc started. I watched him, begging him with my eyes to continue. Clearly I wasn't imagining this if Marc saw it today as well. "Even Billy saw it, but after his initial reaction, it was like he was accepting of what was playing out. Sue too."
"What did you see?" I asked, hungry for answers and also dreading it too. Marc took a resetting breath.
"It was like watching two planets orbiting each other. When you disappeared to the loos, he was watching, waiting for you to come back, and it's like he knew when you would walk back in the door, way before you appeared. You were constantly looking for each other every time you were apart, even if it was just to locate where the other was in the room. You were the most relaxed I've seen you all week, no, scratch that, in months when you were talking to him by the food at lunch. I've never seen anything like it." He shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't understand what's going on." I said, "I feel like I just want to hug him forever. He's like a brother I never had." That fitted perfectly.
"Hmm… or maybe it's some Native magic they've placed on you." Marc made a 'woo' noise as he wiggled his fingers and it made me laugh.
"Yeah, maybe." I smiled. "Do you mind if I step out for a bit?" I asked. I figured there was no point going home if we were picking Billy, Sam and Sue for the pub later, but I needed to get out of the office. Marc nodded and told me to take my time and be back by six ready for the car to pick us up.
"Come here sweetheart." He said as we stood to leave. He brought me in for a hug, and even though it was lovely, and warm and everything Marc was to me, it was no where close to the hug from Sam.
And It made me a little sad.