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Interstellar: Revivisco, Part II
Chapter 2: Ira

"We'll do this, but we've got some requests, Dr. Hart," Cooper said as he sat down at the table next to her, "or rather, I have some requests."

"Cooper, we will accommodate them the best that we can," Dr. Hart replied. Cooper was trying to figure up the small list in his head.

"A house - nothing big. I guess kinda like the one I had." Hart clicked her pen and smiled, blinking.

"We hadn't planned on putting you in another unit, don't worry," she stated as she turned toward him. "We certainly did not expect you to want anything similar to what you had, though, that's for sure."

"Well, no replica, but something similar, yeah." Cooper thought for a moment before speaking again. "But if it is okay with you all, I'd like to keep the unit on the property, for the personal value of it."

"Sure, Captain Cooper, no problem," Hart finished, getting up to walk away, "so I guess that means you'll go out there for us?"

Cooper smiled to himself, thinking about it - them being alone again. It probably wouldn't be that different to his situation back on Earth. "Yeah, we'll do it."

"I can't believe that they still even make those things!" Amelia, already in her pajamas, exclaimed upon seeing Cooper's brown jacket.

"What, you don't like it?" Cooper replied as he sat down next to Amelia on the couch, putting an arm around her.

"No, I like it, I'm just shocked that these things still exist, that's all." She crossed her arms as she leaned into him. "I might need one if I'm going to be outside a lot. Before I got here, I wasn't really used to ever being outside."

Cooper felt sorry for her in one way, but glad in another. She had never really had to breath that dust, and for that he was grateful. "What do you think you're gonna be doin' out there, Amelia?" Cooper questioned jokingly. Amelia heard his tone and elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

"I was going to help you, but if you think that's so silly, I'll just-" Cooper stopped her.

"I don't think it's silly, really, I don't." She nodded and continued.

"I'll have to research more animal life, obviously, monitor the crop growth, but while I'm not doing that, I want to learn about what you did back on Earth." He liked that, that she was interested in something he did, even if it wasn't his favorite thing to do, but Cooper was pretty sure that he was okay with not getting in another ranger for a while.

"We'll have a little bit more time now, time not to worry. That'll be nice," he said as he watched her close her eyes, humming some tune he thought he recognized.

"Uh huh," she replied softly, putting her feet up on the coffee table in front of them. "It will be." She was going to have to take up a hobby, like knitting. No, I'm not that crafty. Why in the hell would I even think about knitting? "Have you been writing lately?"

"I have. I've been writing while you've been explaining your findings to Dr. Hernandez these past 9 days." Amelia still was not about to ask him to let her read it. She uncrossed her arms and held his hand, dangling off her shoulder.

"You've lived this life Cooper, and I'm just, I don't know..." Amelia couldn't find the words to complete her thought. "It's not too much, is it? You do want this, right?"

"Yes I do. Do you?" She nodded before yawning. "Good. And you've got nothing to worry about. You'll be fine. Even though robots'll be doing all the work, I'll have to monitor it. I'll teach you the ropes, don't worry." Amelia smiled at that.

"You'd make a good teacher, Cooper. Like a professor or something." He chuckled, thinking about teaching. Him?

"I don't know about that. You think?" Amelia thought he could be a teacher; that was a compliment.

"I should know, I did grow up with one."

I knew a Dr. Brand once. He was a professor.

What makes you think I'm not?

Wasn't nearly as cute either.

"Well I guess you did, didn't you?" He still admired that man - even after the lie that took him away from his children. He'd known that the bigger picture was what was most important, and had it not been for leaving, Murph would have never had that data that saved the world. "That's quite a compliment, Amelia."

"It's the truth." He could tell she was exhausted - she had been reporting data to the main lab all day and it was late.

"Come on, you're tired," Cooper said as he got up and tried to lift her up.

"Do not treat me like a child, Cooper," she exclaimed as he picked her up in his arms, and she didn't seem to complain. She was light.

"I'm not, just trying to be a good manfriend or whatever my role in this relationship is." Amelia laughed as he carried her into their room.

"Manfriend?" Cooper laughed as well as he sat her down on the bed.

"I'm a little old to be a 'boyfriend', aren't I? Even aside from the years that have passed for these people - I still have the 40 year old body that I did when we left. Well, maybe 41 now." Amelia smiled, reminding herself that that meant she was still only 34 or 35 biologically. Cooper walked into the closet and changed out of his clothes and into flannel pajama pants.

"I just like to think that we're together, you know? And you're a whole lot more to me than just a friend, obviously." She pulled the covers back and over her, watching him walk toward the light switch. She loved looking at him when he wasn't aware of it. He's kind of perfect.

"We'll come up with terms eventually, I suppose," Cooper replied as he turned off the light. He got in next to her and she turned onto her stomach, draping an arm over him as usual. "No rush."

"But you are a good manfriend, Cooper." He smiled as he heard her giggle.

"I try."

She yawned again before closing her eyes. "Night, Cooper. I love you."

Those words sounded like velvet to him every time he heard them. "Love you, too, Amelia."

"Good morning," Cooper heard as he woke up.

"Mornin'," he yawned back, looking at the clock. "Shit, it's late!"

"You slept an hour more than usual, calm down," Amelia replied, sitting down on the bed beside him, dressed for the day. Grey athletic leggings and a black long sleeve t-shirt - a typical Amelia outfit these days. "You have no where to be right now, anyway."

He nodded as he sat up, getting eye level with her. "That just feels great, not having to do anything or be anywhere. Not all the time, but occasionally I like it." Amelia half-smiled at him. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

"Nope, you're stuck with me, I guess," she said softly, running her fingers up and down his left arm.

"I'm fine with that." Cooper noticed that she'd parted her hair on the opposite side that she normally did.

"Good," Amelia whispered. "Me, too." She kissed his shoulder lightly before getting up from the bed. "When you want breakfast or whatever, just let me know."

Cooper stretched and got up from the bed. "I didn't know you were so domestic, Amelia." He watched as she blushed, leaning up against the doorframe.

"I hardly think you can start calling me a domestic, Cooper. Just trying to be a good womanfriend." Cooper smiled as she left the room.

"Well, okay then, I'll let you know."

Amelia was leaning up against the kitchen island and heard Cooper's footsteps nearing - the noise broke her attention away from the book she was reading on her tablet.

"You warmed up the bathroom for me this morning. It was still steamy when I got in there to shower. That's the best way to wake up." She put the tablet down and looked over at Cooper as he hopped up onto the countertop.

"I'll keep that in mind." She just wanted to look at him all she could. "You look cute today."

Cooper smiled, biting his bottom lip. "I don't look cute all the time?"

Amelia chuckled and walked toward him, standing between his legs. "Of course you do."

"Damn right I look cute!" He kissed her quick before pulling away.

"Oh, cocky charmer strikes again," Amelia whispered, kissing him once more. Cooper pulled her to him.

"Is that an insult or an invitation?" She laughed lightly before replying.

"Maybe a bit of both," Amelia admitted as Cooper left the counter top and started kissing her, attempting to pull her down to the floor. "In the kitchen?! Really?!"

"Why the hell not? Live a little." She quickly decided to go along with it as soon as she reached the floor. "Think outside the box, Dr. Brand."

There was something about how he called her that - Dr. Brand - that sounded both funny and sexy all at once. That was a good way of describing him, too, she supposed.

They were suddenly stripping each other quickly - so quick that she didn't even remember her shirt going over her head. "Did you just unsnap my bra with one hand?"

"I did," he replied, trying not to laugh. Amelia was grinning in amusement. "What?"

"I bet you pulled that trick on all of your little stargazing adventures, didn't you?" They both finally laughed as he nodded. "Uh-huh. You did, didn't you?"

"What can I say? I'm talented to say the least," he replied as their lips met again. Amelia could tell that her hair was going to look terrible the rest of the day, but it was completely worth it.

"You are on a roll today, aren't you?" He winked at her before going to her neck. She suddenly realized how cold the marble-like floor was against her bare body.

"What are you doing?" Cooper asked as she pushed him away, his back against the cabinets.

"I'm thinking outside the box, Captain Cooper." She started kissing him again before hearing a knock at the door. "Jesus Christ," Amelia huffed, closing her eyes and shaking her head in disappointment. "Maybe if we ignore it, they'll go away." It was only 8:45 in the morning, what could anyone need with them this early? The knocking started again, this time louder. "Shit." Amelia kissed him gently before getting up and walking quickly toward their room.

"What happened to ignoring them?" She didn't respond as she grabbed her robe and quickly threw it on.

"We'll finish this later, I promise," she said as she walked toward the door, the knocks still thudding. Amelia threw open the door, trying hard not to convey her annoyance.

"Good morning, Dr. Brand." Dr. Tolbert stood in front of her with two huge yellow envelopes. "These are yours and Captain Cooper's contracts for the upcoming mission. Legal says that if you have any questions to let them know. No rush." He handed her the two heavy envelopes before moving away from the door slightly.

"Thank you, Dr. Tolbert. We'll let them know if we have any questions." He nodded and walked away, and Amelia quickly shut the door.

Cooper laughed to himself as he heard the huge thud of the envelopes hitting the floor. Amelia walked back into the kitchen and threw her robe off, completely naked again. "You're determined, aren't you?"

"I told you I'd finish this later." She quickly got back down onto the floor and smirked as her lips descended upon his again.

"These contracts really confuse me," Amelia said. They were both sitting at the kitchen table reading over them. "CASE or TARS, if I read you bits and pieces of this, could either of you simplify it for me? I'm not an idiot, but they write these things just in a way to confuse you."

"TARS or I would be happy to help." Amelia smiled back at CASE before lowering her head again.

"They want to make sure we don't sue them. I'm pretty sure they own everything, so suing them would be pretty damn difficult," Cooper stated, flipping through the pages. "This morning was enough evidence that we're making a good decision, in my opinion."

"Oh, yes. I agree," Amelia replied, running a hand through her hair. "The fact that they put them on paper for us is impressive, too. I wouldn't feel comfortable signing something important on a screen. How far in are you?"

Cooper flipped through the pages. "Halfway. Why?"

"Because if everything looks okay to you, I'll just go ahead and sign." Cooper chuckled from across the table.

"Your contract is probably a little different than mine, if I'm to guess." She shook her head.

"Dad always looked at things like this for me." Amelia put her head down on the stack. "I'm going to make some coffee if you want any," she said as she got up.

"Actually, yes, if you don't mind." Cooper focused back on the contract before speaking again. "Amelia, you're smarter than that, you know. You're not just math and science or whatever."

"No, I get the language of it, but it all seems like a huge blur if I read it at my usual speed, and name one thing that you have witnessed me working at that doesn't involve science." Cooper thought about it for a second.

"Stitching me up." He heard two mugs clang together.

"Medical science. Try again." She began to pour water into the side of the coffee machine. "Cream or sugar?"

"No, black." Cooper started thinking of things that she did that didn't involve science. "Your survival instinct?"

"Psychology, also known as a science," she replied as the coffee started dripping into the pot.

"Well if that's the case, isn't everything science? You could argue that drawing is a science because of the relationship between your reflexes, your sense of sight, and just the general use of your brain." She lightly laughed as she poured the coffee into a mug, walking it over to him.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm not the most creative person." Cooper took the mug from her. "Although I guess reading that book this morning wasn't science related in most ways."

"Thank you," he said as he put the mug on the table. "You just told me that you were thinking outside of the box this morning." She swatted him gently in the head, and he smiled, trying not to laugh.

"Do you want to talk about the science of that, too? I am a biologist, and I specialized in human genetics, I could go into great, great detail." She walked back to the kitchen and poured creamer and sugar into her mug before pouring the coffee over it.

"If that's what you want to talk about, then by all means." She walked back to the table and sat down.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass." He noticed that her hair was almost to then length that she could pull back into a little ponytail. He liked the shorter hair, but he liked this, too.

"I'm not going to read through it and tell you to sign, but we can talk about anything you have questions on and I'll explain it to you in a way you can understand," he explained, dragging out the last words to make sure that she knew it was a joke.

"What do you think about the couch?" He looked up at her to see a smile plastered on her lips.

"I'll take that as a no." She giggled and reached across the table, grabbing his hand.

"Of course I'll take your help, Cooper."

Neither Cooper or Amelia could sleep - in the dark, they sat up in the bed talking.

"You wanna watch TV or something?" She handed him the tiny remote. "Hard to believe that they've made these things thinner and more high-def than what we had, isn't it?" The TV came on, playing some news channel. A man and a woman both sat at the news desk, talking about the progress of the day. "I think this is a rerun from earlier. It's too late for the news, unless that's something that's in now."

"And in other news, Captain Joseph Coop-" Cooper turned off the television quickly.

"I don't wanna hear my name on that thing." Amelia understood that, because she didn't want to be mentioned either.

"What have you even done today besides being here with me?" He shook his head, not knowing what could be so interesting about him at the moment.

"In other news, Captain Joseph Cooper and Dr. Amelia Brand signed some contracts," he mimicked. Amelia huffed, putting a hand to her face.

"Jeez," she whispered. "If that's news, I'd hate to know what a breaking story is." Cooper got up from the bed and looked out the window at their little, tiny moon. For something to be so small, it sure was bright outside for night time. Even in their stargazing sessions, he'd never even taken the time to really examine the moon, though he had wanted to, he'd just always been a little distracted.

"You know how lucky we are, Amelia?" She stayed in the bed, bringing her knees to her chest.

"Yes," she replied, their eyes locking as he turned around. She knew he couldn't see her, but the moon's light was so bright, shining on him, that she saw Cooper clearly.

"This place is really somethin'." He looked up into the sky again, realizing that now with all of the lights NASA had put up, between the office buildings, houses, and any other kind of light, the stars didn't shine as brightly anymore. I wish you guys could've been here to see this place, he thought to himself, referring to Murph and Tom. He half-smiled as he walked back to the bed. "Amelia?"

"Yes?" He closed his eyes and turned onto his side before opening them again.

"Thank you for being here with me." She chuckled lightly before touching his shoulder, letting her hand linger.

"You came to find me, remember? Thank you for being here with me." Cooper thought about how boring his life would be, even now, if they weren't together - even if they were still just co-workers of sorts.

"But you didn't have to be with me. You chose that." He felt her hand leave his shoulder and go to his cheek, her thumb running over his minor stubble.

"Did you not choose me, or something?" She chuckled again, enjoying the feeling of his face against her hand in such a sweet way.

"Well, yeah." He thought about leaving the station to find her, that longing to see her again. "I do love you, I guess."

"I love you, too."

Love isn't something we invented.
It's observable, powerful, it has to mean something...
Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.

Cooper held the platinum ring in his hand before putting it in a little box to stow away. Packing is difficult, he decided.

"This is what you call fun, Brand?" he shouted out of his old bedroom. He heard her footsteps approaching.

"Huh?" She put a box down next to his doorframe.

"You're so type-A that you must get high off of stuff like this," Cooper stated, watching Amelia squint and smile in that mean way. "Whoa, okay."

"It's just one less thing we have to worry about once we get assigned a location," she replied, walking into his room and beginning to help him pack.

"And then we'll unpack it all again." She smiled to herself.

"I think that's what moving is, Cooper." She felt something soft hit her in the back of the head: a wadded-up pair of socks. "I felt that."

"Meant for ya to," he replied trying not to laugh.

"Isn't this just weird, how normal this is? I don't know what normal is anymore." Amelia's current version of normal was anything that seemed remotely like human nature, not forced. Cooper's current version of normal was anything that didn't make him over-think. "I can't believe you're making them put the unit wherever they stick us. We're not even going to use it. It'll just sit there."

"Nonsense, that's where TARS and CASE are going to live." TARS leaned into the room.

"I can unlock a door, Cooper. You'll wake up and I'll be right there." Amelia smiled as she folded up t-shirts that Cooper had just stuffed into drawers. She shook her head in frustration.

"That's not creepy at all," Cooper responded. "Amelia, you got that mini-toolkit anywhere close? I might need to do some reprogramming..."

"Okay, bye," TARS said as he backed away.

"I wouldn't reprogram him for anything," he said as she turned around.

"When you were putting away clean clothes, did you just throw them in these drawers or did you actually think you were folding them?" He smirked and took a shirt from her.

"How would you prefer than I fold them? Really, show me," he said as he handed her back the shirt. She put the front down on the bed and demonstrated her technique for him.

"I get why you never let me touch your laundry now. You didn't want me coming in here." He smiled and she put the shirt in another box. "Well, that's a lie, just in the dark."

"You weren't digging through my cabinets then, were ya?" She didn't respond as she folded another shirt. "Would you be offended if I told you I thought this suited you?"

"Yes." He chuckled and pulled her to him.

"Nice leggings there, Brand," Cooper whispered into her ear. She giggled lightly. "Lookin' good." He felt the heat on her cheeks. "I thought we'd quit blushing."

She didn't reply, but instead broke away to try and finish packing. She felt herself being pulled back in, but she gladly obliged. "What are you doing?"

"Flirting. Is it working?" She nodded into his shoulder. "Good." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

"I'm so tired. I feel like I never stop. How are you not falling over?" Cooper never seemed to get tired - it was like he was invincible, but maybe he really was.

"Lots of coffee." Amelia laughed, attempting to pack again. "If you're that tired, take a nap. I'll finish this up."

She began shaking her head 'no'. "Not after knowing how you fold shirts. No, no." She filled up one box, putting it on the floor. "I don't trust you to pack."

"Don't trust me to pack? You're okay with me flying through a wormhole but you don't want me to pack a box?"

"That's correct." She walked into the common area and opened another box, filling their desk items with it.

"Now, Amelia, that's ridiculous." He stood next to her as she organized pens by color. "Who cares if the red is with the blue?"

"Cooper, if you want to help, just sit down and talk to me, that would be the most helpful thing you could do. I'm not far from finished here, anyway." He huffed and walked over to his desk chair, sitting down.

She was meticulous to a fault, each thing having its own little place, color coded, number coded... the list went on. "If you're that tired, let's go home and sleep."

"Cooper, this is one less thing I have to worry about if I get it done." She held a wad of highlighters in her hand, turning back to her desk. "You're just making it more difficult."

"Good Lord, Amelia." She stopped what she was doing."You need to chill out."

"Excuse me?" He knew he was in trouble now, but he didn't care.

"Look, if you're gonna act like this, I'm going back to the apartment. You already said that there was nothing I could do here, anyway." He laughed, holding his hands in question.

"This feels oddly familiar, doesn't it, Cooper?" Amelia said as he walked toward the door. Like before, he stopped and turned around.

Better stay, bud, he told himself. He walked back toward her, standing five feet away. "What's got you so stressed?"

"Oh nothing, Cooper, just a whole new life, that's all." How dare he! He should know her moods by now. "I'm staying here by myself tonight."

"The hell you are!" He reached out for her but she pulled away. "Amelia..."

"Go, Cooper." Cooper hadn't seen her this mad since when he'd first got there in the first place. "Go."

"You're kidding me," he replied, still stunned.

"Go." Cooper smirked at her request, turning back toward the door.

"Reality fucking sucks, don't it, Amelia?" Cooper walked out the door, hearing it close. He walked slowly, anticipating her to come runnin after him, but she didn't. He stood 100 yards from the unit for ten minutes before deciding to walk on back to the apartment.