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Mark Clearwater ([info]handofnabu) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-11-28 10:59:00


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Entry tags:cat grant, dr fate, iris west

As he pondered while weary
It was late on the fourth day of Mark's absence from the JSA Brownstone. He was tired now and wanted very little to do with anyone. He did have a distinct feeling that Cat was going to be upset with him though.

He should have called. But he had been busy. Now he was tired and just wanted to stare at the coffee machine for a bit. Suddenly it struck him that there were several people who were going to be annoyed. He had skipped out on Thanksgiving this year because of the Tower. He had been called there to deal with something deep in the basement and forgot to tell anyone where he was going.

He feels very guilty about that now. Tess will be calm about it. But Cat?

He has some groveling to do. Lots and lots of groveling.



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[info]cat_fancy
2011-11-29 02:43 am UTC (link)
Cat had gotten the message that Mark was back. And at first, she was relieved. And then she was angry. And then she was relieved again. And then she was back to angry. And it was angry that held her when she got to the Brownstone.

"Where's that no good, no calling, sneaky son of a gun who calls himself a man!?"

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[info]handofnabu
2011-11-29 02:46 am UTC (link)
He kind of wants to hide. Angry Cat is scary but he looks too tired to flee.

"I'm sorry." He stands there and looks down slightly. "You can deck me if you'd like."

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[info]cat_fancy
2011-11-29 03:03 am UTC (link)
Cat pulled back an arm. "I oughta knock you inta next week..."

And then she was hugging him, possibly more tightly than was healthy for his ribs or lungs.

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[info]handofnabu
2011-11-29 03:12 am UTC (link)
"I'm so sorry," he chokes out then hugs her.

"I had to go to the Tower. I lost track of the days and..." He doesn't even notice that he's shaking.

"That place scares me."

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[info]cat_fancy
2011-11-29 03:23 am UTC (link)
"I gotcha..." she said softly, still squeezing. "I gotcha..."

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[info]handofnabu
2011-11-29 03:28 am UTC (link)
"There was an abomination in the basement.... If Ms Craft had not shown up I would still be there fighting it. Nabu would not let me retreat."

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[info]cat_fancy
2011-11-29 05:26 pm UTC (link)
"Reckon I'm much obliged to her then," Cat said. "And reckon I owe Nabu that decking'."

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