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It actually took her a moment to figure out why they were going to deck 9. She was still a little dumbfounded when he took the card key form her. Why were they going into Ofelia's room? It wasn't either one of theirs, it was hers and therefore her space, and on top of that- There had been an incident of some kind. To be fair, there were enough hunters running around they would be of little use, but... Sherry might have looked a little bit stunned as Jake shoved her into the room.

The look of astonishment faded and turned into something more of a deadpan, 'you are kidding me' look as Jake told her to stay in the room and wait for him. ... Jake running off alone had the best track record, he had no weapon, and was still healing. Sherry almost laughed. Ahh, no. She shook her head.

Reaching out, she grabbed his sleeve and grasped it tight. "You're joking. I'm not injured, recovering, or weaponless, and you are putting me in some room to rest?" She was almost insulted, she realized. "You're the one that should be resting and out away from the commotion." She shook her head again. "I'm not letting you run off alone." Again.

Stubborn, stubborn Jake. He was even saying he wouldn't be reckless. Ha.

"Do you remember how you screwed up the last mission? Something about running off alone?" Staying on his heels, she reached out with her right and grabbed his shoulder, making sure it was the bad one.

She didn't have time for this. He was a stubborn jerk, and he was not going to go gallivanting around a ship with problems gimpy and alone. Pressing her fingers into his shoulder, Sherry took hold of Jake and put everything she had into spinning him half way around and sending his back against the wall. Her palm pressed into the front of his shoulder to keep him there.

"You're right. I can't stop you, anymore than you can stop me. Hunters are magnets for trouble, and you're still healing," her hand pressed against his shoulder more, and Sherry made it a point to get quite close to Jake, keeping eye contact. "I'm not trying to treat you like a child. But sending you out wounded and near defenseless is just asking for something to finish tearing you to pieces."

She was angry. Angry at him, and at her and at...at.... She'd hurt him. She'd done it and she'd meant to do it. Not that bad, just a little, to get his attention. But she'd...

Armagnac chuckled, and Sherry felt the weapon's pleasure at her actions.

Nausea washed over Sherry.

"No." Regret tainted her voice. Regret, shame, sorrow, and tears. "Please don't say that." Trying not to let herself be sick, she swallowed and swayed, back hitting the wall. She slid down it until she was sitting on the floor. "Please. You're worth so much more than that."

Pressing her hands into her lap, Sherry let her nails dig into her palms. "This is my fault. I...I... Oh, god. I'm sorry, Jake." She wanted to reach a hand out to comfort him... but she couldn't. She didn't deserve that. And he deserved better.

"Don't apologize. Not to me." She still felt sick. Armagnac was still chuckling, a low, constant rumble in her mind. "I shouldn't have... What I did was uncalled for. I should not have hurt you like that."

One hand reached up to wipe at the tears on her face. "It's not...I'm not.... Ha. We don't even know if things are going all to hell, Jake. We don't..."

What was this all about? Was it really about what was out there? Maybe it was, for him. For her...

"What if it were the other way around? What if Armagnac was broken? What if I was the one who should be wandering around crutches? Would you let me go out there?"

"You deserve to be smacked, but you didn't deserve that." She looked him in the eye. Wounded and unarmed, and she'd used it against him. "You really didn't." She sighed. She...didn't quite know how to take the angry comment. "Are you saying I'm too nice?"


It was about then she realized she was sitting on the floor in a dress...that was not made for floor sitting. At least she hadn't been sitting cross legged or anything. "And why not?" she began while rose to her feet, "Why wouldn't I have been allowed to come. Should I have made sure you couldn't come on this little 'cruise date'?" His words.

Her hands were absentmindedly straightening her skirt while she waited for an answer.

She quirked her eyebrow at him. He and Armagnac agreed far too often.

"True. Which makes your point about me staying behind invalid. I'd be here, too. And you would be trying to convince me to stay safe somewhere. It's a horrible double standard, Jake." She bit her lip. "I do thank you for your concern, though." She still felt bad about the shoulder.

"You know, if you'd gone to the meeting on crutches they might have let you stay behind."

"Most likely." She almost laughed at that.

It was Sherry's turn to sigh. On reflex, her hand went to her eye to brush away the remnant of a tear. Dammit. She'd not wanted things to go like this. Not at all. "Forgive me. For earlier." Not that she deserved it, but... She took half a step towards him, arm reaching out, but she stopped. No, no. She couldn't bear to make him flinch again.


She decided to change the subject. "How long do you think this mission is going to last?" Her eyes glanced around the room. It was rather nice but... "They only told us to bring the one outfit." No sleeping over, right?