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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:02 pm
After the Halloween Party....
Aubrey walked quickly towards the manor. She was exactly looking forward to Moreau's reaction, but she didn't want to make him wait. The point was she was his girlfriend and he needed her. She made sure to stop by the kitchen and get a cloth of ice before stopping by a bank of montiors, looking for Moreau.
She was hoping he would be in his bedroom. Or his his office. But no, of course, he was in his executive laboratory. The only only himself and Aubrey had access to at all. Taking a deep breath, she headed that way.
She knocked sheepishly on the door for courtesy.
Moreau was working diligently on the final stages of his new research, his subjects even should be arriving by helicopter any day now. Moreau was not been in a good mood as now twice his attempts to "fratrinize" with the islanders had gone sour. They attributed every good thing done to Aubrey and though she was almost his concience lately he had done many things on his own trying to please the stupid rabble.
Only in the lab was he truely at peace with himself, when he was working on his reserach and everything was right.
Speaking of Aubrey there was a knock at the door.
"Come in Aubrey." Moreau said with a strong bitterness in his voice.
Aubrey swallowed and stepped in. The doors slid open on their own, then slid behind her with a smooth whoosh. "Hey Nick," she said smally, slowly stepping over towards him. She came by him and gently tried to put the ice pack on his swollen jaw.
Moreau snatched the ice pack away from Aubrey and held it to his own face. Continuing his work while atleast pretending to pay her absolutely no attention. His facial expression showed that he was very, very, mad.
Aubrey flinched as he snatched the ice away, hurt by his rebuke of her care. "Nicky, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure he didn't have a concussion or something," she squeaked out. "Come on, let me see," she attempted to get a good look at the bruise forming on his face.
"Don't touch me Aubrey," Moreau was still mad, he had expected her, as his second in command to activate the sleep command the moment he had first been hit. He hadn't done it himself after that almost as a pride issue.
"It's good to know you showed that kind of concern for him but not me when he punched me." Moreau knew Sean Carroll would pay for what he'd done.
But right now, he was too furious to be near anyone. Especially not Aubrey who he very much felt had betrayed him.
Aubrey just opened and closed her mouth a few times, shocked. "Nick... I... " she flustered. "By the time I realized what was happening it was too late. I didn't expect him to hit you, baby, I really didn't!" She had quickly moved herself between him and Sean the moment it happened, what else did he expect from her. "I figured you would want to say something to his face, not just put him to sleep immediately. To show them you aren't afraid of them!"
"I'm not afraid of them, I'm afraid of how close you are to them." Moreau looked stern.
"I'm not happy Aubrey, not one bit." he looked up from his work into her eyes.
Aubrey averted her eyes away from his cold stare. "I know," she admitted, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry I made you come," she whispered, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.
"As you should be, that was pointless." Moreau was not in a forgiving mood, perhaps if she had waited till the next day or something, but not right now.
"It won't matter soon enough anyway..." he mumbled to himself and a half smile crossed his lips.
"It wasn't pointless!" she pleaded. "I wanted them to try and see what I see in you, Nick!" Aubrey touched his arm. "That you're not some monster.. that you can poke fun at yourself.." she motioned to the costume, which now seemed like the most horrible idea ever. "I was hoping you would have fun..."
But her tone faded as she continued. She didn't like that smile. "What... so you mean?" she asked cautiously
"It's not important Aubrey." he smiled. "Not at the moment anyway."
"I would however like you to sleep in one of the empty staff rooms tonight. I've already had one arranged for you." Moreau had gone into his cold and calculating side completely. "It may be for a few nights atleast. Perhaps when you've shown me that you are still... dedicated, we'll see about moving you back into the mansion."
Moreau pushed his glasses back up, these were his real glasses he was not wearing his contacts tonight. "Anyway, I need to return to my work Ms. Lockheart. Leave."
Aubrey just stood there, blinking. "WHAT?" Okay, he had a right to be mad. But kicking her out? "You're kidding, Nick?!"
"Ms. Lockheart, I rarely kid. Don't be so dramatic, it's not like you don't have a place to sleep. I've had some of your essentials and a few sets of clothes moved as well." Moreau turned back to his work. As well as Aubrey knew him she should know that when Moreau switched into his cold calculating side there was little you could do to bring him out of it.
He was in fact, at this moment showing no signs of his anger, or any emotion at all. Moreau was able to absorb himself in his work, and with the new batch of subjects on the way. A new large batch that was no secret to Aubrey.
Aubrey balled her hands up into fists, angry tears slipping down over her cheeks. "Well then I suppose I should be grateful then Doctor Moreau!" she spat out. She had half the nerve to toss the microscope he was looking into across the room, but settled for "accidentily" sweeping his folder of papers onto the floor as she stormed out. She tried to think of something poingant to snap at him, but nothing sounded right in her head.
Moreau didn't even pay notice to the papers that had hit the floor. "Goodnight Aubrey, I have work to do."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:50 pm
That evening at 9 p.m. The table is laid out, Moreau has had an entire meal prepared with it's main course roast duck prepared with an orange sauce. A bottle of Chateau Lafite Bordeaux Wine from 1929 worth about $800 is sat on the table in an ice bucket to keep it cool. He sits across the table, a wine glass next to him and the space next to him where Aubrey normally sits. He has had a desert prepared as well though that is kept in the back. Moreau smiles to himself as he thinks about how he has laid all of this out. He wants to make sure it is completely clear what he has to offer. Moreau prides himself on his class... and his wealth. He sits and waits for Aubrey.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:01 pm
Aubrey was there at precisely nine. She dressed nicely, but not as fancy as she apparantly should have. Aubrey walked in and suddenly felt very under dressed. The food and get up looked staight out of a movie.
Moreau gave a whole new meaning for wine and dine.
She smiled and blushed, looked over to Moreau, who of course, looked just as handsome as the rest of the decor.
She wondered what he had planned. If he planned to actually talk about what had happened, or just try and distract her with this... absolutely amazing display.
She smiled a welcome and came over.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:10 pm
"Good evening Aubrey. You look beautiful." Moreau stood up when she approached and pulled the seat out for her.
Moreau grinned, "I hope dinner is aduaqute to your tastes." He said as he sat down.
"Salad?" Moreau said as he motioned to the bowl of salad.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:14 pm
"Thank you, Doctor," she said as she blushed and really wished she wasn't so easily swayed by his antics.
"Saland sounds wonderful," she said, sitting down. "This looks really nice." She took a sip from her water glass and watched him carefully.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:20 pm
Moreau stood up and served the salad. Then he reached for the wine and poured the glass of the particurally potent and old stuff. It was one of the best wines in his collection he had here on the Island.
Moreau hoped he was making his point to Aubrey. Atleast that was how he saw it. He really did care about her, and he wanted her to come back. He wasn't going to ask though, it would be benieth him. She needed to be the one to come back to him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:25 pm
Aubrey sipped on her wine now, and had to admit to herself that that wine was by far the best she ever had.
She picked at her salad and smiled, sitting in awkward silence for several minutes. She was going to make him come to her.
That train of thought lasted abuot four and a half minutes before she finally set her fork down and looked over to him. "So..are we going to talk about what happened the other day?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:33 pm
"Don't worry, I've forgiven your transgression. Things can return to normal." Moreau drank quite a bit of his wine. It was amazing he could treat such expensive wine like this.
"Besides, the upcomming research is too important to worry about situations like that. I don't think I'll be fratrenizing with the subjects anytime soon though." Moreau sneered a bit at that thought.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:37 pm
Aubrey set down her glass and smoothed her napkin over her lap as she took a deep, calming breath. "My... transgression?"
Oh no he didn't.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. What... exactly was my alleged 'transgression?'"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:42 pm
"You embarrased me in front of everyone and abandoned me when I needed you the most." Moreau steamed a bit and finished the rest of his glass.
He sighed, "In addition, you sided with the very person who had attempted bodily harm on me."
"Me even being at that pointless party was your idea. Especially when I was in the middle of important research." he poured himself another glass.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:50 pm
"Nicky," she started, putting her hand on his knee. "I didn't mean to embarass you.. I don't see how I did. I wasn't siding with Sean, Nick. I just wanted to see if he was okay. Okay, I was worried about him, it looked like he might have, you know, landed on his head or something."
She frowned, not really wanted to ask why he insisted on giving commands to 'come' or 'follow' like she was some kind of a dog. But she didn't, because she was afraid was the answer.
"Baby, I wish you trusted me more. I would never intentionally hurt you."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:54 pm
"You don't think Mr. Carroll would have just been abandoned there by everyone else. Did you consider that perhaps I needed you at that moment than he needed you with all those other people there." Moreau took another sip and patted Aubrey on the arm.
He looked down at his salad that was as of yet uneaten. "Your the only person I can depend on Aubrey." he shrugged. "I need to know that's true."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:08 pm
Aubrey frowned. "I'm sorry, Nick. You're right... he probably would have been fine."
Aubrey sighed. "Of course you can depend on me. I.. I don't know what else I can possibly do to proove that to you. I've given everything I have to give to you. My career, my body, my heart... I give you everything and I can't just go around thinking that I could loose you over something so... minor."
She took a deep breath, she'd been wanting to say this for a day now.
"You have to understand, Nick, that this doesn't come as easily to me. You have a level of detatchment thats superior to mine, or any other scientist in the worldm which means there's nothing inhibiting you from your dreams - and for that I envy you in a way.
Its not that easy for me. I'm simply a different creature- I'm having to find my own answers. I'm having to look harder and find ways to deal with what's going on here.
Having communication with them - knowing what they're thinking and feeling helps find these answers. Its my way of handling it.
Its not my loyalty to you or dedication to the project that's wavering, Nick. If anything - I'm willingly working so hard for it.
For you, Nick.
I'm working extra hard at his to proove m y dedication. If I was anything but completely loyal to you I wouldn't have the drive or desire to move forward with you."
There. She got it out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:16 pm
"It did feel like you betrayed me that night. But Aubrey, you weren't going to loose me over that. I just needed space and I was angry." Moreau shrugged.
"I don't doubt your dedication. But I need to know that I can depend on you as the one person on this island who will support me." he sippped again.
"That's why your here, that's why I love you. Because your there for me, and you don't question me or call me insane." Moreau wasn't stupid, far from it.
"Situations like that make me feel like your not really on my side, even if that is irrational. They make me angry and when I get past the anger I get cold." he turned his face away.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:24 pm
There was almost almost an apology at the end of that. Aubrey could help by smile a little, and she scooted her chair alittle closer. "I'm really sorry I made you feel that way," she said, leaning againt him alittle.
"I love you, too. But next time if you just need some space can we try the couch instead of kicking me out of the house. You really scared me, Nick. I... I don't want to lose you. I... just they way you spoke to me. I thought... I mean, I need to know I'm more than just your strikingly beautiful lab assistant," she poked him lightly.
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