Mechanically Inclined

Elijah Harris . Mechanical Engineer . 37 . Kiwi

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Coop had never been patient. Waiting was wasting time that he could be spending doing something else, being somewhere else. Like right now. He wanted to be on the other side of this door, but he knocked on the door what felt like forever ago, and the door was still closed.

More waiting, and he hated it.

“Elijah Harris. I know you’re in there…”

He might have been yelling, but he wasn’t sure. He could still taste the liquor on the back of his tongue, and he knew he was most likely drunk. Scratch that, he was completely drunk. Another set of sluggish knocks on the door, and he tried again. He just wanted—he needed to talk to him, and he wouldn’t open the damn door.

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Elijah didn’t entirely understand why, or how, but the second he heard the knocking on his door--he knew it was Coop. It made no sense, but when he really thought about it, who else would be knocking at his door at three in the morning. If it was work related, they would simply call him, or wait until the morning. No, it was Cooper, and he didn’t need to hear the loud, barely slurred words to know he was also drunk.

Letting his head fall to thump against the door, he debated just ignoring him, as easily as Coop found himself ignoring Eli lately, but this was Cooper. Even though the man may despise Elijah right now, he would always love Cooper, and it was causing real problems for him.

“What do you need, Cooper?”

Elijah really wanted to open the door, but he wasn’t strong enough at that moment to keep himself from doing something extremely stupid. 

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That was about the response he’d expected. It reminded him of days in tight quarters, back when he would find Elijah hunched over some malfunctioning engine part rather than complex schematics for some new park attraction. A few well-placed kisses always made for an effective distraction, usually followed soon after by a promise of future mischief.

With a shake of his head he was back in the present and lifting a small stack of papers, if only to give his hands something to do.

“You, uh…you should get some sleep.”

He caught the “old man” at the last second, biting it back with enough force that his jaws physically clenched. No…he wasn’t going to go there. He didn’t like where he’d ended up last time.

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Yes, yes he should get some sleep, but he was on a deadline, and deadlines meant no sleep, extra coffee, and no time for breaks. Yet, he’d allowed Cooper to come ‘bother’ him. Something he would continue to allow, time and time again, if only to relish in the other man’s presence for as long as it lasted. 

Taking a long pull from his mug, searing the back of his throat with mediocre coffee, he regarded Coop in silence to allow his thoughts to work their way through the haze of exhaustion. Slowly, he turned back to the table covered with designs for the newest ‘attraction’ he was being asked, so nicely, to design in a fraction of the time he should.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

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Coop actually jumped at the sound of the first aid kit hitting the counter, but hid it behind a frown. He couldn’t deal with this right now…now with his head split in a million different directions. He needed to think, but, Christ, he wanted to go over there. He wanted to feel the warm arms around him and forget everything except for right now.

He stayed still, though, because he hadn’t forgotten, and because he couldn’t shake the fear that, if he did go over there, there would be no going back.

“Why are you here now? Thought you were on the Island for work.”

Questions and answers. They were easy. People were…messy; all open ends and gray areas. Eli may have been the messiest of all of them, so Coop let himself fall back on old habits. It was safer that way.

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The sudden shift in the conversation threw him for a loop, but honestly, when didn’t his conversations with Cooper lead him down twisting pathways of frustration and self-loathing. That didn’t keep him from caring about the man, and coming by his place after hearing news of his run-in earlier that afternoon. Elijah had skipped out on a meeting to come check on Cooper, and suddenly felt all the more foolish for doing so.

The fight fizzling out with his breath, Elijah let his arms fall to his side, and simply looked at the other man for a few moments.

“I came to help, but--just, use the kit. Keep an eye on your vitals. I’ll ask one of the doctors to check on you in the morning.”

Turning on his heel, the barest slump of shoulders signified the defeat he felt settled into his bones as he was reminded, once again, he had no place in Coop’s life.

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“I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a while now.”

Any other time, he might not have gone for the low jab. Right now, though, his head is throbbing and the sick feeling in the pit of his gut made him think maybe he had a concussion. That was gonna be a bitch in the morning.

One problem at a time. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you picked a hell of a time to start caring about my well-being.”  

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Elijah deserved the sharp jab of Cooper’s words, but at the same time he didn’t. Not when he was standing there, offering to help the man he so stupidly still seemed to love, and all Cooper could do was tear him down.

In a fit of annoyance, Eli threw the kit onto the nearest flat surface and let his fingers track haphazard lines through his hair. He didn’t come here to fight (he was so tired of fighting) but Coop was as stubborn, and easily angered wile in pain as he’d always been. Hands dropping to his sides, he surveyed the injured man in silence for a few moments, before speaking softly, “When would a better time be, then? When you’re waist deep in a T-Rex’s mouth? I’m here now and I’d rather make sure you’re not going to keel over in the middle of the night, if that’s alright with you.”

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“When’s the last time you slept?”

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Elijah really wants to ask why Cooper cares, why he’s asking now when he could just as easily ignore him as he’d done countless times before, but he was working on that. Working on being civil, on breathing through anger and pain and working on finding out if that little part of Cooper’s heart he used to live in was still available for rent. 

So instead, he grunted, lifted his fourth cup of coffee to his lips, and shrugged.

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“Come on, Coop--er.”

Undaunted, Elijah followed after the stubborn man, first aid kit in hand. He wasn’t officially supposed to have even been at the park that day, but that little voice at the back of his head had told him to go wander. Lucky he had, or he would’ve completely miss Coop getting hurt, and refusing treatment.

“At least let me look at it. Clean it up. Then I’ll be gone.”

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Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.