too little, too late | moody & marlene
mcquaffles:
‘’Aren’t you being a tiny little bit para—’’ she stopped mid sentence at is words, about the order needing her, about him needing her, her family and friends needing her and she stopped for a moment. ‘’What? Why does anyone care what happens to me? I’m not important?’’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.
‘’What I mean is, what do I bring that’s not already here? I’m nothing but a body, when all is said and done who’ll remember Marlene McKinnon? Some random girl who died for something she believed in?’’ she let out a sigh. ‘’You would all move on without me, you’d be fine without me.’’ she crossed her arms over her chest.
She listened to what he had to say about her mum. ‘’I know… I understand, it won’t happen again.’’ she let out a sigh. Her anger ebbing slightly. ‘’What? It’s for the best if all I do is watch people die and get hurt, people that I could have saved or at least helped by being on a mission. Great.’’
He wasn't there to do anything other than assert the importance of her role in the team. He wasn't there to make her feel special and right now, he wanted to carry on distancing himself from her. It always felt as though he was struggling to find balance on a teetering tight rope between personal and professionalism when it came to Marlene.
“ Look, I am not talking to you about your relevance beyond the Order. It is not my job to ease your worries beyond that. ” he breathed in deeply. “ But the team is stronger with you and you want to be in the team, so stop being silly. ” He approached his desk once more to reach over and pour himself another drink, as he chose to sip this one instead. “ You're too emotional at the moment, that's why you need to take some time out. I'll find you some work behind the scenes. Don't fight me on this. ”






