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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:26 pm
Oh god that voice. Her heart raced when he called her dear, eyes widening and a hot blush rushing to her cheeks. Anything. She could touch anything. Really? He...he trusted her that much? She cleared her throat, opening her mouth to reply until he told her a kiss was not enough.
He hung up before she could say a word, pursing her lips closed tightly and clearing her throat. That was quite the promise. "Y-yes, doctor." She said quietly despite him already having hung up, locking her phone and pocketing it.
Well then. "O-okay so...H..says we can go into his office." She was still blushing, fixing her hair after she'd ruined it with her frustration. "Let's go, I'll help you forget everything. Just like you want." She offered Sasha her hand, smiling. That was all she needed. His voice was enough.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:53 pm
Sasha narrowed her eyes. So... the doctor had said they could go into his office.
She narrowed her eyes further.
"How? How are you going to frickin' help me forget everything? I was.. I was talking like, more of a trip. Somewhere. Jerry wanted to see France."
However... the pull of the doctor's office was... very enticing. Very, very enticing. But.
"I don't want to get in frickin' trouble, Candace." She scowled and made no move to take the other woman's hand.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:57 pm
"He has a liquor cabinet. Unless that's not your thing." Candace shrugged, pausing when she mentioned Jerry wanted to see France. She herself was wanting to go to Paris for shopping first chance she got.. "Funny, so do I. Though I don't know a word of French." She laughed, shaking her head.
At Sasha's resistance she sighed. "You won't. He just told me I may touch anything of his that I wish." She raised a brow, looking Sasha's way and holding out her hand again. "How will you get in trouble when he doesn't know it was you? I didn't say who was coming with me to his office. I didn't even tell him I'd have company."
Get it, Sasha?
"Anything you do will fall on me."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:17 pm
"It's not," Sasha mumbled, reaching out to press her hand into Candace's. "And I know French fluently enough to speak it understandably, but..."
For the first time since Candace had happened upon her, Sasha was silent. Her face was pale, fingers cool. She attested it to nerves. All of the irritation that she'd been feeling, the irrational rage she'd been plagued with since the list had come to light... it all disappeared.
Now there was only a sort of terror; a cold chill in her chest. Did she want to know any hidden truths that had been kept from her? Did she really?
"It won't. I won't let it." She swallowed dryly. "I-if I go in there and.. if .. okay, if we... touch things we shouldn't. I'm.. I wouldn't let you take the blame for it, Candace." Sasha set her jaw. "I.. I mean. I .. I don't even know if I want to look for anything yet."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 8:51 pm
This was new. Sasha had been so talkative in the past few minutes. Candace watcher her, holding the girl's hand and rubbing circles in the back of it with her thumb. She'd wait. No rush. They had all day. The labs were clear, they were safe, she was in no hurry now that Sasha had made it known she wasn't into alcohol. That was fine, it was simply an idea.
"I doubt we'd be able to get to things we shouldn't be touching." Candace pointed out with a smile. H wasn't stupid, there was no way he'd leave out things that were definitely not supposed to be seen where just..anyone could take them. She couldn't believe he would do that. Candace figured if they found something it meant they could. He didn't just..give out things. Not without making someone work for it.
"It's up to you, rose bud. H has given me his blessing to do whatever the hell I want in his office. If you want to wait for him to come back, we won't go anywhere. I figure the option doesn't hurt though." She shrugged. "Hell, there isn't even a guarantee you'll find anything anyway."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 9:00 pm
Sasha was quiet for a long time. It was obvious that there was some sort of massive internal struggle that was taking place within her. She fidgeted, she fussed, she toyed with her scarf and grit her teeth. Finally she broke the silence that yawned between the two of them.
"No. No, I .. I don't think. Um. I don't think I'll go. I just... I don't want to um." She shook her head. "I don't want to put m-myself in a position where I might um."
Find pieces of the truth?
"Be tempted. To ah. You know. Mess with the doctor's stuff. He's just the nicest man, he really is, and.. I don't know. He's my division lead. It would be like. Pretty disrespectful. To him. So. I'll ah.. I'll frickin' wait."
She wrinkled her nose.
"I can wait. The others deserve to be there, too, when ah.. when the doctor comes back. They have their own questions."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:57 pm
She waited with a surprising amount of patience. Candace really wanted to get up there, to have just one glass of the bourbon he kept and let her have and to snuggle up in that warm, comfy chair that probably still smelled like him. She really liked that chair. She'd probably go up there even without Sasha...it was safe now..
"The nicest man?" Candace blinked. Sasha thought he was..the nicest man? She smiled, giving a soft chuckle and shaking her head. "I'm not sure about nicest but..H is...certainly something." She giggled, her cheeks flushing as she glanced down toward her pocket where her phone was. "I used to hate him, you know...he woke me up..and when he did he hit on me like some sleezeball pervert...I hated him foooooor...quite awhile!" Candace's thumb tracing the shape of Atropos' ring on her right hand. Her smile softened, turning fond. "He's a very interesting man. His suite has all these cases full of artifacts from all corners of the globe. He knows exactly what to say, what you want to hear...he's a massive troll though. I was serious about being careful about him." She chuckled, letting go of Sasha's hand and stretching her arms up above her head a moment.
"I'd do anything for that man though, I trust him with my life." And her heart, apparently. She suddenly pouted. "Are you sure? I doubt he'll be upset." She figured she'd make absolutely sure before going off on her own.
Sasha might not be going, but now that the idea was in her head she sure as hell was.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:15 pm
"He's the nicest to me," Sasha said a little petulantly, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn't really imagine hating the doctor. Even when the truth hadn't been something that she'd wanted to hear, he'd told her. The discussion that they'd had in Antarctica had really meant something to Sasha, and so right now she didn't really care that she sounded like a huge brat.
"And.. I don't feel like.. I don't think I have to be careful. He said he'd never like. Hurt me on purpose. And that I should ... I should form my own opinions."
Sasha frowned.
"I.. it doesn't matter if he wouldn't be upset. I .. he told me to see him when he came back, and so um. That's. Well. That's what I'm going to do." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:45 pm
Candace blinked, watching the attitude Sasha was giving her. She chuckled. "He's nice to me too, he does a lot of things for me I don't expect..." It was nice to be able to go to him when she needed someone. He had said she was always welcome and she certainly took advantage of the offer. She ruffled her own hair a bit. "I formed my own opinion, don't get me wrong. H is...I...he's..special to me..." She smiled again, giggling helplessly. "The things he does for me..seriously, Sasha. I'll as readily gush about him as I will speak of him realistically. I don't want to waste your time with me talking about him, though. You'd get bored with hearing me go 'oh H is so amazing he recites poetry to me and holds me when I'm scared and he does this and that and a little of this and..' yeah...you don't want me to go off on a tangent about him, sweetheart. I've already been told I'm a sap when it comes to him, so.."
She looked toward the exit again. Alright, so she wasn't going. That was a little disappointing. "That's fine, Sasha. I'm still going though..." She shrugged. "Maybe I can get some decent sleep for once." Alone in a familiar place. That would be okay. "If you need me or want to join me just give me a call, okay? My ring is louder than my text tone so if I fall asleep that'll be the best way to get my attention." A pause, and then she raised a hand as if making an oath. "I promise you I won't go into his liquor cabinet."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:50 am
"You're right," Sasha grumbled, looking sour, "I've kind of got more important things on my... on my mind."
Why was Candace laughing? Nothing about this was funny or worth humor. This was not anything worth laughing about. This was.. this was life-changing news, and Sasha was having a difficult time coping. A sudden wave of melancholy swept over her. She hadn't felt this disjointed, this out of place, this lost since the death of her papa.
And honestly, this felt worse. This was amplified. This was a choking, strangling feeling of utter frustration. Having so many questions with the answers just out of reach? It was like.. it was such a helpless, broken feeling.
She just wanted to feel like herself again. The irritation that had recently shimmered just beneath Sasha's thin façade of calm was growing more and more tumultuous. More and more volatile. Unpredictable. It was unsettling.
She couldn't help herself when she snapped, "And I don't care if you frickin' drink, Candace. I just... I just hope it was all frickin' worth it." Her words were cryptic, but she was already walking away. Candace's laughter had gotten under her skin, no matter what the other woman had found funny.
Sasha had the sudden urge to burst into tears, but she fought it. For now.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 1:49 am
Sasha had been improving somewhat. She wasn't saying frick after every word, she was still torn and confused but it was an improvement over a grumpy little brat throwing a temper tantrum and stomping her feet every two seconds. That got old fast.
But then the grumpy little brat was back. Candace frowned. Maybe Harrison was right. Maybe Sasha really just was a bi--no. No. She knew better. Sasha was sweet, she was just very tired and very stressed out. The girl needed a damn nap or twelve. "...Fine." Call me when you're feeling less bratty. She fixed her hair again, looking less enthused than she had a moment ago. "I'll see you later, Sasha. Eat something, okay? Get some sleep."
Without another word Candace walked off, heading out the exit to find her way to H's office again. There was a very comfy chair in there with her name all over it just inviting her for a nap. It'd certainly be more comfortable than these damn bunks.
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