fracturedrp | because everyone in the drama plot could use a bit of random

"Are you really that bored?" Lyssa had been watching him for a moment before she said anything. Then she added, "Got enough to make another one for me?" Amused by the fact he'd actually made one to start with.

"Looks more like an x-wing than a pod," he murmured. He was aware she was there, but lost in making his office space toy. "Still..."

He looked up at her, grinning. "Sure. What colour marker?"

"Whatever colour you think for me." She laughed, she wasn't going to admit that she now knew the difference between the little crafts he'd mentioned. She did love that geeky side he rarely showed.

"Is this all you've done today?"

He thought it over very carefully. There were so many colours that looked good on her and he wanted to pick one of those. "Red." He nodded his head and started to get to work. He did notice that she didn't ask what the difference was, but he didn't mention it.

"This is important."

"I like that." She smiled as she started picking up the papers that he had scattered about the desk.

"Really? More than this is?" She held the papers to him before sitting on the desk beside him.

Briefly, he gazed up at her paperwork, then back down at his project. "Yes, much more important. That's just people who've been affected by the Miracle. Lists of people from camps. I hacked it. I wanted something to do."

"What do you like?" He looked down at the marker. "Red's better."

She shuffled through the papers then abandoned it behind her in a pile. "I know, we all do." Another thing she loved about him, cranky he could be but he always cared.

"I like red, that pair of boxers you have. The dress that I have. It's been so long since I've been able to dress up all fancy and go out. Wonder if I'll ever get to again."

He couldn't help it. He wanted to know who was ill. He wanted to know who was in what category and how bad they were. He was sure some were mis-categorized, just like Gwen's father.

"Yes. Just... Not right away. It will take some time." His head tilted to the side and he peeked up at her.

She smiled at him. "I don't mind waiting. I'll add it to the list."

Reaching out Lyssa put a hand under his chin so he'd look at her. "Just remember you're Batman not Superman." She whispered leaning down to kiss him. She briefly wondered if the other Owen was as geeky as hers could be.

"What list?"

That got his attention. He put down the ship, which wasn't quite finished yet, glancing up at her. One eyebrow raised and he wondered just what she was adding to her 'bucket' list.

He smiled and returned the kiss. "Bloody right, I'm not. No way am I wearing tights. I'd rather be Bond. James Bond."

"The list of things we have to do when all this is over." She explained with a smile. "So far its have another baby and get dressed all fancy and go out. You know what I've not done in ages, go out to a club to dance. Definitely something to be done before even considering another baby. Which could take ages." She stopped. "Sorry I'm rambling."

She moved her hand to his cheek. "So secret agent... Nah. You'd never get the attention you'd crave. More like Tony Stark. That way I could at least be Pepper. I don't think I suit bond girl."

Owen laughed. "Probably better off doing the dancing first. Would lead to the brat," he teased. "You can get the dress out too. The Gwen is engaged to that Jack. The one that is skinnier? I'm betting on a lot of booze so they don't remember her wedding to the fat bloke."

He remembered the whole alien Rhys wedding. It was fun, when all the killing was done.

"Fine, but I want his sleek suits. Not that bulky metal shit." He shook his head. "I bet the Iron Man suit chafes." He winked at her. "You can be whoever you want."

"Yes," She grinned, "Dancing does lead to that..." Then again she could make lots of things lead to that with them. "My Jack you mean, not in that way way but, oh you know what I mean. Not that hard to tell them all apart. Bit like you and him. It's easy."

She pouted at him for that. "Aww, meanie, I wanted to go flying!"

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. So does booze. Could just get pissed instead." He laughed and leaned up, kissing her pouty lips. "I never said you couldn't, you daft bird..."

She started laughing then, only him or Jack could get away with calling her a daft bird anyone else she'd not be best pleased. She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him to her chest. "Can we go get drunk. We could go back to the house in LA I know there was beer there, I stole it before we had to leave."

"Beer?" He grinned and nodded his head. Sure, he loved the idea of drinking. He wasn't sure who would watch Rain. They'd have to figure out what to do with her. Still, he was game for beer."Yes, let's go."

"We need a babysitter first, I don't like the idea of us getting drunk when she's in the house. Even if she'd be asleep." Lyssa never thought she'd say no to going and getting drunk. "Maybe the Doctor will take her? I'll add find a decent nanny to the list so we have a backup."

Owen thought it over. He shrugged his shoulders, smiling up at her. "Eh, why not just ask Jack and Gwen. They already have a kid. And they don't go out." He finished her ship and handed it to her with a red marker.

"If we do that, then we can return the favour for them, let them go out. If they want." She took the ship from him and held it so she could study it before flying it round in little circles, even briefly landing it on top of his head. It may have been something silly but it was to her even better than if she'd been given diamonds or something like that.

"I love it."

"Now we have to name them. Ships need names.: He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Mine's the Blue Pearl." He snorted and flew it around, doing some loopty loops.

She giggled as she watched him play. "You're such a kid." Lyssa teased. "I don't know, maybe something to with red or..." She started giggling again. "How is it I feel silly giving it a name after everything else." She looked at the little ship. "How about just Red Wing?"

Lyssa looked to Owen to see if that sounded alright for it. "What do you think?"

"You're a kid too." He laughed and wagged a finger out at her. "I mean, really. Look who's talking." He flew his marker ship around hers. "Red Wing works."

He winked at her. "I really try not to think."

"Still more mature than you." She stuck her tongue out at him for pointing at her.

She snorted when he said that. "That's right, you don't think, I do and we end up in a complete and utter mess. If you're not thinking then I will, you should call Gwen see if she'll look after Rain so we can go find that beer. So neither of us has to think and we can end up in mess."

"That is an impossibility. Nobody is more mature than I am. I am quite mature. At least I can cook." He laughed and stuck his tongue out right back at her.

"No, that's not thinking." He shook his head and put down his little marker plane. "Why do I have to call? It's your bloody idea."

"So what you can cook. Big deal, you still read comics and play with toys." She couldn't keep a serious face when telling him that. "I love you for it." That was said with slightly silly smile but it was true.

"Is so thinking." She reached to pick up his ship too. "Because you know her better than I do."

"And that's bad how?" He shook his head and went about making another plane. "Thank you, but I'm not calling her. Come on. She likes you better anyway."

She stared at him for a few minutes and quickly realised she wasn't going to get her way with this one and gave up with a sigh. She moved to try and find his phone to call Gwen.

"Awkward git." She gave him a kiss as she leant over him.

"Oi. It's a girl thing. Or some shit. Girls like girls. Girls like talking to girls. And planning playdates and sleepovers. It's a mum thing. And you're a mum now. I'm the dad. So... You handle it." He laughed and watched her, not offering to help at all.

"Am not."

"Really?" She found his phone and sat back on the table. Flicking through the phonebook on it to find Gwen. Considering sending a text before calling her. "That's so enlightened of you Owen. I hope she grows up a tomboy and wants to follow you everywhere." She smirked. "You think its better I send her a text first instead of just calling?"

"Just text the woman already." He stuck his tongue out at Lyssa again. "At this rate, we're not going bloody anywhere."

Owen smirks and holds up another toy (http://mthruf.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/job-fails-what-wrath-hath-boredom-wrought-but-hadrurus-supplysis.jpg) he's made.

She looked at what he'd made then. She laughed. It was creative. Couldn't deny it. "Okay you really need beer."

She sent a text to Gwen.
hey Gwen its Lyssa using Owens phone. Can you babysit Rain for us?

Lyssa. Yes. Just say when.

when she wakes up from her nap? Which should be shortly since I put her down a while ago.

sounds good. whats the plan?

Me, Owen & beer. Won't drink when I'm looking after her. So if you could keep her the night.

aw. of course. don't abuse him too hard.

i promise nothing. and he loves it really. XD

brilliant. you are brilliant.

Thank you! We'll see you soon and happy to return the favour babysitting

"Gwen says I'm not allowed to abuse you too hard." She grinned at Owen. "I told her you love it."

Owen rolled his eyes and looked up at Lyssa. "You abuse me on a daily basis."

"Be careful, someone might think you were serious." She handed him back his phone. "I'll go see if Rain's awake if she is we can go drop her off with Gwen and go have beer by the pool. Where it's warm."

"The pool?" His eyes widened and he stared up at her. Sometimes his girl confused him so much that she left his head spinning.

"I thought you wanted to bloody dress up and go dancing? Make up your damn mind."

"Yes, the pool. The beer is in the fridge. The fridge is in the house in LA. LA is in America which is hours behind here. So, we can go drink by the pool til later then go out dancing." She shook her head, it was so simple...

Edited 2011-10-13 22:06 (UTC)

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