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ooc: log of Fujiko/Havoc talking things out

Who: Closed to Fujiko & Havoc (Nick Parker)
What: Talking out reality vs. dreams
Why: Needed to be don.
When: Sometime after his post
Where: His room on the Lady Justice (she snuck through a window)
Rating: Talking? PG-13 for now. I'll fix as necessary so don't track if you're squeamish, I don't pretend to know how she'll always take things until it happens. RP baby.

Fujiko doublechecked her stolen blueprints and the notes she'd made of the Lady Justice. She probably should have asked Havoc where his room was, but she was pretty sure she could find it even without that. And it was a test. She remembered where it was, unless that was a lie. It was a lie. A strange false memory, but maybe there was some truth to it. The best lies always had some truth to them, that's what made them so difficult to discern. She threw up a grappling rope and climbed up the ship, carefully making sure not to get caught, grateful that the black catsuit blended in withthe night ocean's darkness. She took a chance and peeked in "his" window. Success!

The window was broken, something from Garp perhaps? Although it looked like something (a shoe possibly?) had been thrown through it. Fujiko carefully reached in and undid the lock, not like she didn't do this a hundred times a year back in her world, and hopped inside. "Hey there Parker," she nervously greeted with a soft smile. Part of her still leaned against the wall next to the window, ready to run away in a second if this all turned out to be some sort of elaborate trap. She didn't... completely trust him and yet here she was taking this kind of chance. There was something there, even if she couldn't define it yet.

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The room is an absolute mess, everything that hasn't been fixed down to stop it falling over has been overturned, thrown across the room, or smashed to pieces. Its recognizable as the sort of mess Havoc leaves behind when he gets angry in the absence of an actual enemy...

A muffled, cut short yelp/sob came from the bathroom, followed by the suggestion of low swearing.

"Oi Nick," Fujiko paused, stepping lightly to avoid crushing more broken glass. It sounded like she remembered him. When he got angry. Was it her? "Get out here or I'll drag you out." She was acting like they were still married, but she couldn't help it, she didn't know how else to treat him yet. She was about to grab the chair at the desk when she noticed how completely busted it was. The desk was split down the middle and oh dear, those were definitely holes in the wood of walls. And the ceiling. He was definitely not in a good mood. She was tempted to run again, but instead carefully cleaned some space on the bed, removing glass and splintered wood and avoiding the torn sheets and busted mattress. Fujiko took a seat on the cleared area, legs still swinging off and waiting for him to explain himself, testing his boundaries by being too forward.

There was a slight crash from the bathroom, like someone knocking over what was left of a large shard of mirror. "F-Fuji?" Havoc gasped, walking out of the bathroom. He was naked from the waist up, with cuts and scratches on his torso, arms and face; mostly on his hands which were a mass of lacerations.

"I..." He looked around the mess he'd created. He'd wanted to tidy up a bit before she got here, he didn't want her to see him like this. He wanted the world just to be nice and cosy and comfy for them, he wanted the lie back. He hated her, he loved her, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to push her away.

"You look like hell," Fujiko finished for him and dove into her various pockets looking for bandages to touch him up. The ones on his chest didn't look too nasty, just added to his rough exterior but his hands... She hadn't even seen Lupin get his hands that cut up. Of course Lupin needed his hands for diffent purposes. Without the ability to pick locks or escape handcuffs, he wasn't much of the grandson of Arsene Lupin the first.

She began cleaning his hands, stopping him from tidying and paused to cautiously glance up at him with big brown eyes. She swallowed nervously and apologized, "Sorry... instinct." And continued tying them up anyway.

Havoc didn't even talk, or flinch much, as Fujiko pored over his hands. He just sat down on the remains of the bed, and allowed her to go to work, drinking in the closeness. His head went down to rest on her shoulder, feeling the softness of her hair on his neck and cheek as he had so oft- No! His eyes, half shut with nostalgia, sprang open and his head snapped back up off of her shoulder, pushing back from her with pained eyes. He looked into hers as she apologised, looking, hoping, praying to see something unfamiliar in those eyes he had looked into so many times.

This was the very first time they'd ever met in person apart from The Event; he'd slipped out amidst the confusion and uproar at the end of it without saying goodbye. It scared him how familiar he was with her, how he knew every contour of her body and every spot that she enjoyed. And she knew this about him too.

Almost hating herself for still testing him, Fujiko reminded herself that she didn't have much choice. Maybe parts weren't real. Another lie. So she had to test, to know. And if he was the same... maybe... just maybe it wouldn't bother him even if she did. Maybe he'd already know what she was doing and see right through it. Her heart raced with the excitement of it. The kind of thrill she'd been missing on the Grand Line without someone almost her equal the way Lupin challenged her and kept her on her toes. She lightly brushed deft fingers over rough and scruffy cheeks.

"What happened?" she asked softly, letting some of her genuine worry slip through. She finished tying one hand and went to work on the other, her own other hand still lightly brushing his cheek, soothingly petting him as though calming down a wild animal.

His eyes closed convulsively and he took in a deep breath as she brushed his cheek, transported away to memories of delight. False memories! False! He snapped back. "I got angry." He said quietly, almost apologetically, still looking deep into her eyes. He looked away, tears welling up.

"So it seems," Fujiko replied, not bothering to look around the room. She leaned up on tiptoes and lightly brushed his lips with hers before settling back down. "Not because of me I hope," she laughed softly, mostly suspecting it really was her fault. She finished removing wood splinters and glass shards and covered up the other hand too.

She chuckled again, trying to diffuse the situation with humor even though that rarely worked for her. "At least you said the sex was good. It would have been a lot more embarrassing if you hadn't." Her cheeks twinged pink slightly and she dropped her eyes momentarily to examine his hand closer.

Havoc did not respond as she kissed him, apart from a slight intake of breath as he inhaled her perfume. "I got angry at me! I-" He burst out suddenly, grabbing Fujiko's hands in his in a sudden flash of movement. "I read what you said to Goemon!" He kissed her hands, over and over, muttering how sorry he was; not even using whole words in his attempt to apologise, tears pouring from bloodshot eyes.

Fujiko flushed slightly, trying to gauge how much he knew. "Havoc," she laughed softly and ran a hand through his hair, "I wouldn't be here if I was mad at you for it. It wasn't like I completely lost my mind. I just..." She turned away needing space to think quickly once again, "I was in love with you," she chuckled softly. "That's not such a bad thing." Her cheeks were still twinged with pink and she leaned carefully against the wall near the porthole. She glanced back at Havoc, and shook her head slightly, catching his grief and kissing his hands in return, wiping away small tears. "Hey. I mean... I don't know if I still am but..." too risky... she couldn't admit what she wanted to, it was too much of a chance at once. She leaned up on tiptoes again and gave him a light butterfly kiss with her eyelashes, following it up with a slightly stronger kiss to the lips. "I'm here. I want to know... what there is," she nodded, full of determination. "I'm not running away," she added softly.

"Look." Havoc started, resting his head against his hands. He took a deep breath. He had to explain. "You see; part of me loves you. Really loves you I mean. But the rest of me, well it still loves someone else." He breathed out. How could it feel like he was betraying someone he shouldn't even have met? He threw himself backwards on the skewed mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Why should it have been so hard to say that? There was no reason he should love her! Well it felt like he'd known Fujiko ten times as long as he'd known Sakura, and look how that ended up...

"You know what? This is fucked up."

Laughing softly, Fujiko agreed completely, "Ah... same." He was being honest enough that so could she. On this. "I mean I hate him at the same time. Lupin... I just... can't really seem to escape him, you know? No matter where I've run to he comes and finds me. Just... not this time." She swallowed hard, she'd been here a year already. Pops and Goemon showed up and yet still no Lupin. It wasn't like she wanted him there. If anyone could ruin paradise, it'd be Lupin.

"We never could really hit it off... you know? I'd go to Paris, he'd go to Tokyo. I'd finally go out on a date with him, he'd hit on other girls." That stung with a frequent kind of honesty. "It's who he is," she sighed softly, running a hand through her hair again. "Always a wolf," she muttered. "I mean if he was here now I'd probably just punch him, but I haven't ever... with someone besides him..." She didn't explain what she hadn't ever; loved, fully romanced, the truth was, no one else really challenged her in the same way. In a way that kept her going for the fun of it.

Havoc just lay there dumbly, listening to Fujiko spill whatever was on her mind. He felt numb, he wanted not to love her, but he did. He wanted her to love him, but he didn't, but she did; but at the same time she didn't, and he wasn't sure which bit hurt more - that she loved him or she didn't.

He lay back and thought of Sakura, who he'd last seen disappearing up an air duct in a Nod research facility. Was she even still alive? Did she care if he had died in the blast? There didn't seem to be anyone from his world here, not that he'd met anyway. There was a longing there, but there was something else right here and now. He listened to Fujiko talking, but he didn't really hear what she was saying.

Fujiko cleared the rest of the debris from the bed and grabbed a spot carefully next to him. "So what now?" she asked far more calmly than she felt inside. She mentally began singing, "Where Do We Go From Here?" but kept it to herself for now.

Havoc looked up at the ceiling and pondered. What did they do now? All the myriad ideas and problems and pains strobing through his consciousness aside, they had two basic options. They could stay together or they could split up, hostility was an optional package. "The way I see it we've got two options."

He rolled over and looked at her. "Either we can do it my way, and start shooting stuff or we can do it your way." He rolled back over onto his back.

"And start getting naked." He sniggered.

Snickering herself, Fujiko had a PPK out in a flash and pressed up against his adam's apple. She straddled over him and playfully dragged her nails down his chest towards his beltline. "Actually, darling," she purred with a soft evil smile, "I think you have that quite reversed."

Havoc suppressed his grin as well as his reflexes when Fuji jumped him. He didn't quite managed to hide it though as his hands grabbed the slightly mangled pillow from near his head and proceeded to try to beat her round the head with it.

Chuckling softly, Fujiko put away the PPK and pushed the pillow back into him, using her chest slightly as a pillow shield. "No guns then?" she giggled softly.

With a smile, Havoc flipped over so he was on top.

"No." He leant in and kissed her. It didn't really matter if it had ever happened or not.

He loved her.

"Oh?" she purred and dropped one of the Thompson machine guns carefully to the floor. "I'm staying the night," she informed him, sliding closer and pullng him in close to nuzzle her. "To make sure you don't do anything stupid again." She kissed his scruffy cheek and removed the other Thompson, but not the booby traps, PPK, or Browning. It was a show she was giving him some trust in even taking off two of the guns but that didn't mean she trusted him that much. "You can stay if you like," she batted her eyelashes sweetly, as though she hadn't just stolen his room from him, but instead was being a very sweet and accommodating hostess.

Havoc laughed, and squeezed down onto the mattress, wrapped around Fujiko. "Okay Boss." He whispered in her ear, nuzzling her like he knew she liked. He shifted so that he got the pillow and Fujiko could use him as a pillow. "Pass the blanket would you?"

She handed it over, curling up comfortably against his chest, feeling safer in spite of herself the destruction of the room. "I'll be gone by the time they start rounds. But you'll be seeing me again," she mumbled sleepily.

"Glad to hear it." Havoc whispered in reply, kissing the top of her head and wrapping the blanket over them."

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