( the Sullivans wake up at dawn to meet the Winchesters, Elena, and a wildcard at the New Mexico Aztec ruins. it's a national monument Sam and Elena tracked down, and they have it on the only authority that this is where Hernandez' body has been hidden.
Irina stays back with Mary. it may have been years since he's had a kid, but she's not as far divorced out considering the years she missed.
Dean pulls in first. Sam sits up front and Elena and Ezra sit in the back. silence permeates the entire ride. well, silence between its' passengers. one of dean's favorite Zeppelin tapes plays front to back and front again for the duration.
the Sullivans pull up beside them not long after the group arrives.
everyone gathers their supplies, Dean shuts the trunk and Ezra holds a hand up to Elena's shoulder, first, as the group treks off into the direction of the caves Sam and Elena located. )
[Sam catches that motion and his eyes meet hers, but she nods to both the Winchesters that she's okay before letting them go and head off to the cave. She turns to face Ezra and crosses her arms in front of her.]
Sure. What's up?
[She's not sure if now is the right time for a heart-to-heart, given what they're here to do, but she's willing to hear him out.]
( Dean trusts her, knowing there's unfinished business, and leads the Sullivan's and Sam up to the mouth of the cave.
Elena may not like the timing, but something has to be said at some point, and the tension at bunker - and Irina - made things stickier.
He realized back at the bunker that as much as he talked to his husband about never giving Elena up, or betraying her, or planning on doing anything with her, he never expressed it to her face. )
I owe you an explanation, and - I know how many apologies at this point - I just need you to know that never once did I plan on doing anything with the knowledge of your whereabouts, or what was happening in your life. Marrying into David's family came with obligations, and your post opened up. He thought, and I agreed, that we'd rather be the ones on you. Because, you're a human being with your own life and you shouldn't be under anyone's thumb. Because even back then, we didn't believe in his coven. And, then I got to know you. I liked you. I really liked you and our friendship. It was real. I care about you. It's why I'm here. It's why I needed to be here this time. Because, this is still our mess. It's our parents. And, so, thank you. Thank you for taking this on. And, just know... we would never have done anything with you. We would've burned ourselves and sent you running if we thought we needed to.
( the hunters escalated everything and fucked everything else up. )
[While and the gratitude does thaw some of the ice she's been holding up, but at the same time, she can't help but pick a little at it. She's not the naive seventeen year-old she used to be, more willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, only for it to come back and bite her.]
If you were never planning on turning me over to the Colony, why not tell me when you first entered my life? Why wait until you got caught?
[If she had known in the beginning, they could have become friends on a more even field, rather than leaving Elena feeling like she got duped. Plus, she would have known what she was up against.]
( of course she pokes holes in his apology, in his explanation. he goes with the truth, but keeps back his own hole in her question. would she have taken him at face value had he come at her like this? )
Eyes were on both of us, Elena. I didn't just get assigned and left to my own devices. I had to earn their trust and my independence. ( he sighs. ) Dr. Aloysius.
( who wasn't kind to either of them to their faces. )
And, after... Elena, my standing in their coven is tenuous, and until we got to this point, as close as we are, I had to speak the party line.
( while David delivers the prodigal daughter, the Malreaux siblings take recon at Mexico City.
Rusty travels separately, they can't be too careful.
Max would deny he feels anything about that, or anything for Rusty who rebuffed him, so it's good they're focusing on the matter at hand, isn't it.
they spend hours the first day watching the compound connected to hernandez, but nothing sticks out of place. Rusty estimates a week, but, he makes it clear, it's best to eliminate Hernandez as fast as possible once her body goes up in smoke.
back with zip, zilch and bupkiss, the siblings sit at the rooftop bar.
the dj spins a collection of reggaeton hits and has several guests up on a makeshift dance floor by the rooftop pool. two fruity drinks are placed in front of the Malreaux's.
max rotates from checking the elevators ahead of them and his messages. )
[Jaqueline picks up her fruity drink, leaning back in the seat and taking a long sip from the straw as she watches her brother on his phone. It's kind of amusing, seeing him not deal with being spurned well. Then again, he hasn't really had much practice.]
( it's twofold. david's alibi and the trigger they need to turn the entire board over after swiping their hands across the pieces. when sierra resurfaces, 24 hours later, the gauntlet starts, and everything that comes with it.
she waits in the lobby of the Baltimore location.
david and her talked it through beforehand, parking his car down the street first. her parents will be called, but likely won't be there. his will. she reminds herself and him this isn't their parents and even when they were, they weren't god's gift. they were born wanting and keeping power. and in one way they kept it.
she crosses her arms, tapping her fingers along her elbow.
and second, david will be back down. with either his mother, father, or both, in tow. and everything will begin. )
His mother asks the question as he reaches the top of the stairs and David stops, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.]
You think that I'm unable to recognize a woman I grew up with?
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Why would anyone want to fake being Sierra?
[The scowl that crosses his mother's face tells him he went a step too far. She reaches forward, nails digging into his shoulder as she pulls him to a stop. "One of the Inner Circle is dead and you show up on our doorstep with the missing heir, just out of the blue. You who didn't want to participate in this in the first place? Forgive me if it seems a tad convenient."
David stops, before wrenching his shoulder from her grip.]
You're the one who wants to murder us, Mother. I just want to get it over with.
[And with that, he continues down the stairs and meets eyes with Sierra, jaw set. This is already going so well.]
[Helena's gaze narrows (15), reading into the nerves on Sierra's face, but for now, passes it off as being about the Gauntlet, in addition to returning home after so long. She plasters on a smile, before making her way down with her arms out.
"Sierra, darling. We've missed you. I'm sure your parents will be delighted to see you."
David rolls his eyes.]
Funny, considering they wanted her back to essentially kill her.
( Sierra's smile is polite, but curt, as is the hug she takes turning her cheek for a quick kiss. she has to keep up her appearances. she is a daughter come home, one who's seen the light. and knows what needs to be done. )
Now, David. ( she steps back. ) The Gauntlet is tradition. Barbaric, ancient, last restort - tradition. And browbeating won't unring the bell, will it?
( statistically, you're not supposed to have regrets at eighteen years old. but most eighteen year-olds aren't rescued, adopted, and brought into the fold. it was his first assignment, his supervisor pulled rank, and everything got mucked up.
yes, he needed undercover experience. but not at the expense of making alice earp (and to a lesser extent, wynonna) look like fools. it ended with a bang in every sense of the world, but he was being pulled back and there were no pieces to pick up.
he was the biggest liar she'd her met. she was the first person who gave him shit and didn't just say yes.
and then he left.
a little over six months later and he's sent to New York. in between, he's been on a few shorter-term assignments. week-long in and out's. and still, he can't stop thinking of the one that got away. if it's even fair to think of her like that.
wild magic ran amok and black badge wants answers, especially because it was in proximity to Wynonna Earp's progeny, who, apparently, had gotten into NYU. he tells himself he won't even tell her he's here. the city is big enough for the both of them. but the origin of the wild magic is, of course, on campus. and not far from Alice's dorm. he's told. he hasn't resorted to finding her, yet. when he taps into surveillance, it's clear Alice, and others, none of which he recognizes are involved. Alice is lookout, and then, frantic. (there's no sound, but he knows people disappeared, there's a sheep, the older woman reappears.)
yep. wild magic.
he couldn't just head in and out, could he?
he owes a report, but he can't run it, because he doesn't know what black badge will do with the information. she doesn't need to be on their radar. she needs to get an education. to heal her heart, find a better guy, to grow in every way and leave him behind.
unfortunately, he still needs to know himself, what happened, if he's going to cover it up.
he tracks her room down, lets himself in and parks himself by the desk he thinks is hers. (there's a picture of her and her mom, so he hopes it's hers.)
he's not hear as a grand gesture. he's here to do a job.
[Alice has been spending the last six months trying very hard not to think about Archer.
To that end, her roommate has been an excellent distraction. There have been supernatural shenanigans, and Lizzie's love troubles to contend with, and Alice has been all too willing to let Lizzie take up that space. That plus reconnecting with her dad and spending time with her half-brother and his new wife, she has been far too busy to think of a certain redhead that makes her feel things that are far too complicated.
So when she opens her dorm room door when coming back from class with Lizzie and there is a man in her dorm room she reacts the way a reasonable eighteen year-old should: she lets out a strangled scream before slamming the door, leaving them out in the hallway.
Then her brain catches up with her fight or flight response and she realizes who is sitting in her room, and she shakes her head and starts walking back down the opposite hallway.]
- he said nine. I thought his nine, he meant my nine --
( And then Alice slams the door. And screams.
Lizzie drops her bookbag, ready for a fight, but Alice's reaction is much more teenage girl, than daughter of Wynonna Earp.
She watches Alice, looks at the door. She unlocks it, peers inside.
Archer looks up, a framed picture of Wynonna and her mother in his hand, but before he can say anything again, Lizzie shuts the door. He recognizes her from the video footage, and, from pictures on the other desk of Lizzie and her family. Alice's roommate.
He doesn't follow after, not yet.
Lizzie snatches her bag up and joins her roommate's side. )
Who's the hottie in our room and why did he trigger your fight or flight response? Do you want me to kick him out? "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore?"
Oh, nothing, just a lying liar who lies but also manages to short circuit the common sense portion of my brain because apparently I am my mother's daughter and weak for a great set of abs with a nice smile set on top of it who also happens to be a very good kisser!
[That is honestly the very, very short version of the story. And possibly one with too much TMI. Lizzie can probably read between the lines to figure out what happened here.]
One that I thought I left behind in Purgatory and who should know better than to break into my dorm room.
[Then a light of inspiration hits her eyes and she reaches for her phone.]
Especially since I'm so going to rat him out to my aunt who is basically his boss.
[And true to her word, a few minutes later a text from Waverly pops up on Archer's phone: Did you break into Alice's dorm room?]
( And here Lizzie thought she was carrying the romantic drama of the two of them. Apparently, Alice would like to give her a run for her money, or to usurp the title. Her deep, pining-longing can't compete with in-person b & e abs.
Lizzie can most definitely read into this, though. If she were a betting girl, he was Alice's first. )
Your aunt's his boss?
( She frowns. )
Like, on her property?
( Why would her aunt, the boss, send him here?
A second later, their door opens and the object or her projection stalks out, holding his phone up.
( after baltimore, his failed relationship and his failed kidnapping, Luke falls back into his old life. he ups his security and hires a middle man to vet his new and old clients alike. he charms his apartment, the floor his apartment is on, and his building. some might call him paranoid, others might point out that he should've done this in the first place.
but he's always been the reckless brother. someone had to step up while his sister went corporate and became common-law married to a werewolf.
everyone has to grow up, some time. right?
it's a two-punch wake-up call. he was in actual danger. and he was with an actual asshole. both are dodged. happily.
a week later, he boards the subway a few stops away from his, still slightly paranoid. he grabs a handle above him and focuses on his phone. he always zones out on these rides, or gets business done. he has two drops to make today and he has to put the finishing touches on a 48 hour concoction in the middle of it all. right now?
he's planning on quitting his day job as a biochemist. so, he's going in on his day off. take that, life. )
[Robin is starting to understand why people go to New York when they want to run away. Speaking as someone who is somewhat running away himself, the idea that you could simply disappear into a city and no one knows who you are but more to the point no one cares reminds him of London in a way that eases some of the home sickness just a little.
He doesn't regret leaving London - after losing his parents, it's what he and Maude both needed. But he does miss feeling like he belonged. He's working on the latter, though.
This also isn't to say that weird things don't happen in New York, but it's still better than being mired in misery in London.
He's currently leaning against one of the support poles when the car shifts and he catches a glimpse of a familiar face through the swaying passengers. Not someone he knows, no. But someone he's seen.
In his dreams.
Sadly that is not a line, handsome as the mystery man is. He's not normally that clever. No, he means his literal dreams, and occasionally day dreams that have becoming much more frequent since that weird night at the end of September. He's seen this particular handsome face, multiple times, always in this scenario - two men on a train, going about their days. The sense of deja vu is so strong that he thinks he might be dreaming again, but he's not.
Needing to get to the bottom of this, more so for his own sanity than anything else, he very carefully starts to weave his way through the crowd until he's close enough that he can say:]
Apologies if this is a commuter faux pas, but have we met before?
( the train rattles him along. his awareness is highly attune after baltimore, so someone maneuvering their way into his personal space, or even near it, gets his attention.
moreso when he's as handsom as this stranger is. and gives a line like that. )
I'm not a native New Yorker, so I say make your own rules. ( he's a little distracted by the handsomness and caught off guard, but he still tries to sense motive (8) ) But, no, I am really sorry to say we haven't met before.
[Fortunately for Luke, Robin is unfortunately earnest at times, to the point where people are not really sure why he became a lawyer - probably because he isn't sure why he became a lawyer beyond it being the family business. He doesn't have to roll high to see the flicker of uncertainty on his face, before nodding his agreement.]
Just a odd case of deja vu, I suppose. I've been having a bit of that lately. Sorry to have bothered you.
[And with that he's going to step back, and go back to his regular commute. Because why would Luke want to keep talking to this weirdo? Robin can't say he would in a similar instance.]
( maybe it's because Robin comes off as earnest. there's something he can't put his finger on that intrigues him. his handsomeness doesn't hurt. who's sorry? not Luke.
by the next stop, the car shifts and a family of four pushes Luke to the next pole - and back into Robin's vicinity.
he leans forward. )
Sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I just met. He was quiet, handsome, and backed off way too soon.
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sullivans, ezra, miranda ... dean elena, grayson, lucas
Irina stays back with Mary. it may have been years since he's had a kid, but she's not as far divorced out considering the years she missed.
Dean pulls in first. Sam sits up front and Elena and Ezra sit in the back. silence permeates the entire ride. well, silence between its' passengers. one of dean's favorite Zeppelin tapes plays front to back and front again for the duration.
the Sullivans pull up beside them not long after the group arrives.
everyone gathers their supplies, Dean shuts the trunk and Ezra holds a hand up to Elena's shoulder, first, as the group treks off into the direction of the caves Sam and Elena located. )
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Sure. What's up?
[She's not sure if now is the right time for a heart-to-heart, given what they're here to do, but she's willing to hear him out.]
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Elena may not like the timing, but something has to be said at some point, and the tension at bunker - and Irina - made things stickier.
He realized back at the bunker that as much as he talked to his husband about never giving Elena up, or betraying her, or planning on doing anything with her, he never expressed it to her face. )
I owe you an explanation, and - I know how many apologies at this point - I just need you to know that never once did I plan on doing anything with the knowledge of your whereabouts, or what was happening in your life. Marrying into David's family came with obligations, and your post opened up. He thought, and I agreed, that we'd rather be the ones on you. Because, you're a human being with your own life and you shouldn't be under anyone's thumb. Because even back then, we didn't believe in his coven. And, then I got to know you. I liked you. I really liked you and our friendship. It was real. I care about you. It's why I'm here. It's why I needed to be here this time. Because, this is still our mess. It's our parents. And, so, thank you. Thank you for taking this on. And, just know... we would never have done anything with you. We would've burned ourselves and sent you running if we thought we needed to.
( the hunters escalated everything and fucked everything else up. )
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If you were never planning on turning me over to the Colony, why not tell me when you first entered my life? Why wait until you got caught?
[If she had known in the beginning, they could have become friends on a more even field, rather than leaving Elena feeling like she got duped. Plus, she would have known what she was up against.]
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Eyes were on both of us, Elena. I didn't just get assigned and left to my own devices. I had to earn their trust and my independence. ( he sighs. ) Dr. Aloysius.
( who wasn't kind to either of them to their faces. )
And, after... Elena, my standing in their coven is tenuous, and until we got to this point, as close as we are, I had to speak the party line.
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( while David delivers the prodigal daughter, the Malreaux siblings take recon at Mexico City.
Rusty travels separately, they can't be too careful.
Max would deny he feels anything about that, or anything for Rusty who rebuffed him, so it's good they're focusing on the matter at hand, isn't it.
they spend hours the first day watching the compound connected to hernandez, but nothing sticks out of place. Rusty estimates a week, but, he makes it clear, it's best to eliminate Hernandez as fast as possible once her body goes up in smoke.
back with zip, zilch and bupkiss, the siblings sit at the rooftop bar.
the dj spins a collection of reggaeton hits and has several guests up on a makeshift dance floor by the rooftop pool. two fruity drinks are placed in front of the Malreaux's.
max rotates from checking the elevators ahead of them and his messages. )
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Waiting for something?
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( and yes, spurned men stay antsy. apparently. it's a new setting for him, too. )
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[Customs is a pain. Who knows what kind of contraband Rusty might have been trying to slip across the boarder.]
I'm sure he'll be here eventually.
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( he rotates his phone on the bartop, tapping the corner down. )
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she waits in the lobby of the Baltimore location.
david and her talked it through beforehand, parking his car down the street first. her parents will be called, but likely won't be there. his will. she reminds herself and him this isn't their parents and even when they were, they weren't god's gift. they were born wanting and keeping power. and in one way they kept it.
she crosses her arms, tapping her fingers along her elbow.
and second, david will be back down. with either his mother, father, or both, in tow. and everything will begin. )
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His mother asks the question as he reaches the top of the stairs and David stops, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.]
You think that I'm unable to recognize a woman I grew up with?
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Why would anyone want to fake being Sierra?
[The scowl that crosses his mother's face tells him he went a step too far. She reaches forward, nails digging into his shoulder as she pulls him to a stop. "One of the Inner Circle is dead and you show up on our doorstep with the missing heir, just out of the blue. You who didn't want to participate in this in the first place? Forgive me if it seems a tad convenient."
David stops, before wrenching his shoulder from her grip.]
You're the one who wants to murder us, Mother. I just want to get it over with.
[And with that, he continues down the stairs and meets eyes with Sierra, jaw set. This is already going so well.]
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she knows how to play it, anyway. )
Except, all parties involved know how inconvenient you've made things. Helena.
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"Sierra, darling. We've missed you. I'm sure your parents will be delighted to see you."
David rolls his eyes.]
Funny, considering they wanted her back to essentially kill her.
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Now, David. ( she steps back. ) The Gauntlet is tradition. Barbaric, ancient, last restort - tradition. And browbeating won't unring the bell, will it?
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yes, he needed undercover experience. but not at the expense of making alice earp (and to a lesser extent, wynonna) look like fools. it ended with a bang in every sense of the world, but he was being pulled back and there were no pieces to pick up.
he was the biggest liar she'd her met. she was the first person who gave him shit and didn't just say yes.
and then he left.
a little over six months later and he's sent to New York. in between, he's been on a few shorter-term assignments. week-long in and out's. and still, he can't stop thinking of the one that got away. if it's even fair to think of her like that.
wild magic ran amok and black badge wants answers, especially because it was in proximity to Wynonna Earp's progeny, who, apparently, had gotten into NYU. he tells himself he won't even tell her he's here. the city is big enough for the both of them. but the origin of the wild magic is, of course, on campus. and not far from Alice's dorm. he's told. he hasn't resorted to finding her, yet. when he taps into surveillance, it's clear Alice, and others, none of which he recognizes are involved. Alice is lookout, and then, frantic. (there's no sound, but he knows people disappeared, there's a sheep, the older woman reappears.)
yep. wild magic.
he couldn't just head in and out, could he?
he owes a report, but he can't run it, because he doesn't know what black badge will do with the information. she doesn't need to be on their radar. she needs to get an education. to heal her heart, find a better guy, to grow in every way and leave him behind.
unfortunately, he still needs to know himself, what happened, if he's going to cover it up.
he tracks her room down, lets himself in and parks himself by the desk he thinks is hers. (there's a picture of her and her mom, so he hopes it's hers.)
he's not hear as a grand gesture. he's here to do a job.
and, to hopefully leave her out of the job. )
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To that end, her roommate has been an excellent distraction. There have been supernatural shenanigans, and Lizzie's love troubles to contend with, and Alice has been all too willing to let Lizzie take up that space. That plus reconnecting with her dad and spending time with her half-brother and his new wife, she has been far too busy to think of a certain redhead that makes her feel things that are far too complicated.
So when she opens her dorm room door when coming back from class with Lizzie and there is a man in her dorm room she reacts the way a reasonable eighteen year-old should: she lets out a strangled scream before slamming the door, leaving them out in the hallway.
Then her brain catches up with her fight or flight response and she realizes who is sitting in her room, and she shakes her head and starts walking back down the opposite hallway.]
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
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( And then Alice slams the door. And screams.
Lizzie drops her bookbag, ready for a fight, but Alice's reaction is much more teenage girl, than daughter of Wynonna Earp.
She watches Alice, looks at the door. She unlocks it, peers inside.
Archer looks up, a framed picture of Wynonna and her mother in his hand, but before he can say anything again, Lizzie shuts the door. He recognizes her from the video footage, and, from pictures on the other desk of Lizzie and her family. Alice's roommate.
He doesn't follow after, not yet.
Lizzie snatches her bag up and joins her roommate's side. )
Who's the hottie in our room and why did he trigger your fight or flight response? Do you want me to kick him out? "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore?"
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[That is honestly the very, very short version of the story. And possibly one with too much TMI. Lizzie can probably read between the lines to figure out what happened here.]
One that I thought I left behind in Purgatory and who should know better than to break into my dorm room.
[Then a light of inspiration hits her eyes and she reaches for her phone.]
Especially since I'm so going to rat him out to my aunt who is basically his boss.
[And true to her word, a few minutes later a text from Waverly pops up on Archer's phone: Did you break into Alice's dorm room?]
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Lizzie can most definitely read into this, though. If she were a betting girl, he was Alice's first. )
Your aunt's his boss?
( She frowns. )
Like, on her property?
( Why would her aunt, the boss, send him here?
A second later, their door opens and the object or her projection stalks out, holding his phone up.
"Really, Alice? Waverly?" )
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but he's always been the reckless brother. someone had to step up while his sister went corporate and became common-law married to a werewolf.
everyone has to grow up, some time. right?
it's a two-punch wake-up call. he was in actual danger. and he was with an actual asshole. both are dodged. happily.
a week later, he boards the subway a few stops away from his, still slightly paranoid. he grabs a handle above him and focuses on his phone. he always zones out on these rides, or gets business done. he has two drops to make today and he has to put the finishing touches on a 48 hour concoction in the middle of it all. right now?
he's planning on quitting his day job as a biochemist. so, he's going in on his day off. take that, life. )
i never put in his new icons but i will
He doesn't regret leaving London - after losing his parents, it's what he and Maude both needed. But he does miss feeling like he belonged. He's working on the latter, though.
This also isn't to say that weird things don't happen in New York, but it's still better than being mired in misery in London.
He's currently leaning against one of the support poles when the car shifts and he catches a glimpse of a familiar face through the swaying passengers. Not someone he knows, no. But someone he's seen.
In his dreams.
Sadly that is not a line, handsome as the mystery man is. He's not normally that clever. No, he means his literal dreams, and occasionally day dreams that have becoming much more frequent since that weird night at the end of September. He's seen this particular handsome face, multiple times, always in this scenario - two men on a train, going about their days. The sense of deja vu is so strong that he thinks he might be dreaming again, but he's not.
Needing to get to the bottom of this, more so for his own sanity than anything else, he very carefully starts to weave his way through the crowd until he's close enough that he can say:]
Apologies if this is a commuter faux pas, but have we met before?
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moreso when he's as handsom as this stranger is. and gives a line like that. )
I'm not a native New Yorker, so I say make your own rules. ( he's a little distracted by the handsomness and caught off guard, but he still tries to sense motive (8) ) But, no, I am really sorry to say we haven't met before.
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Just a odd case of deja vu, I suppose. I've been having a bit of that lately. Sorry to have bothered you.
[And with that he's going to step back, and go back to his regular commute. Because why would Luke want to keep talking to this weirdo? Robin can't say he would in a similar instance.]
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by the next stop, the car shifts and a family of four pushes Luke to the next pole - and back into Robin's vicinity.
he leans forward. )
Sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I just met. He was quiet, handsome, and backed off way too soon.
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