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@ericxwagner
Well don’t you sound entitled, Officer Wagner.
Things are going well, though. We’re staying busy like usual. How’s the uh, policing going?
I am entitled. Entitled to some damn donuts. I protect and serve!
Policing is going okay. Only a few bar fights this week, but that’s because Luke likes to mess with everyone’s drinks so he kind of causes it.
Which is sad since kids like to sleep in. But hey, I’m not being rude. I’m being honest. There’s a difference, buck-o.
Invalid information. Kids don’t sleep in on school days.
Well why would they stash one or two for you? Have you tried asking?
I haven’t but I’m going to, because I deserve donuts!
How are things in the techie department?
You sure about that? I mean if you were in “top physical form” then you’d be able to be the kids to the donuts.
They just happen to wake up earlier. You’re being very rude to a cop, buck-o!
They get there before you do. What is that really old expression? Uh.. oh, right. The early bird gets the worm. Or in the case, the donuts.
They get up five minutes earlier to get to school. And yet somehow the bakery hasn’t caught on that they need to stash one or two for me. This is a travesty.
They move faster than you, man. I mean look at you… you have packed on quite a few pounds. Don’t they have physical standards anymore?
Excuse me? I am in top physical form. I blame the lack of donuts.
How do these kids always get to the donuts before me?! It’s not fair! I’m an officer of our law! I keep the peace. I just want my donuts in the morning, man.
Perhaps. But the smell isn’t half bad either.
Ha! So it is the smell! I knew it.
Making Amends | Eric&Casey
From the look on Eric’s face it was clear that he hadn’t been expecting to find Casey on his doorstep, or at least, he’d expected to see someone else entirely. She couldn’t really blame him. Casey wasn’t known to ask for forgiveness or approach someone with her tail between her legs. Things were a little different when it came to Eric, however.
“Hey,” she replied, hesitating ever so slightly before stepping over the threshold and entering the apartment. After he closed the door, she stood opposite him in silence, eyes looking anywhere but at Eric’s face. Casey couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze just yet, no matter how much she wanted too. The look on his face the other day kept reappearing in Casey’s mind, reminding her that it was potentially too late to fix what she’d done.
“I came here to…” Casey wasn’t even sure how to finish that sentence. Had she come to apologise? To explain away her recent behaviour? To beg him to let her fight for their future? It was all so frustrating. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, trying to figure out a way to speak to him properly.
“I’ve missed you, okay?” she stated with a shrug, finally meeting his eyes. “And I know that doesn’t excuse what I’ve done, I know that I’ve hurt you by not being around and I want to make up for that but I don’t know how.” Casey took a deep breath and waited for him to say something, anything. “Just tell me how.” She hoped he wouldn’t ask her to stop training with Evan and Meg.
"I've missed you, okay?"
The words were harsh and defensive and so very Casey that he couldn't hide the smile that curled his lips for the briefest of moments. She hated admitting she was wrong. It was something he'd suspected long before they'd ever become... whatever it was that they were. But here was the proof.
They both wanted to make this work, and neither knew how to do that at all. "We're between a rock and a hard place here, aren't we? Two people so completely different that we should probably hate each other." He let out a huff of humorless laughter. It was hilariously not funny and they both knew it. His caring had been what drew her in, and her strength had pulled him in toward her. And now those too qualities were damn near tearing them apart.
"The truth is, nothing can fix this situation. We are where we are, Casey. You have your views on this whole revolution, and I have mine. And they are so opposite that there is no hope of finding a common ground on it." He turned away from her and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. This whole thing was a mistake wasn't it? He knew who he was and he'd thought he was okay with it. Now, he wasn't okay with it. Not okay with how easily she was willing to die.
But that chance of death was exactly why he didn't want to spend time fighting with her about it. He turned back to her. "There's only one option here, Case." He stood in front of her and stroked her cheek with his thumb before leaning down and kissing her deeply. The instant connection had his heart flipping in his chest. Stealing the air from his lungs and leaving him breathless. He pulled away and looked down at her. "We agree not to talk about it. Like work... we don't bring it home. At least not until you 'ship out' as the history books say."
Making Amends | Eric&Casey
Casey struggled to get the fight with Eric out of her head. It hadn’t been their first argument and she doubted very much that it would be their last, but it stayed with her in a way that the couple’s previous disagreements didn’t. Maybe it was because, deep down, she knew he was right. She had been consumed by her desire to learn everything she could from Evan and Meg, by her drive to see The Agency taken down once and for all. She was putting Eric second when any sane person would have been putting him first. It had been hard to accept. Casey was stubborn by nature, unwilling to relent or abandon her beliefs at the drop of a hat.
Although she knew that her efforts to become a soldier in the war against Fox and his army were hurting Eric, Casey didn’t want to give up on her need to fight just because he was afraid of losing her. Nothing they did was without risk. The colony’s very existence was one massive risk and, although she had faith in the system they had in place and the technology they used to keep themselves hidden, there was always a chance that Roanoke would be discovered.
After moving from one room of her apartment to another for several hours in an attempt to tire herself out, the soldier-in-training finally gave up. The last thing on her mind was sleep. She had to see Eric, despite the late hour. Casey needed to make it up to him. She just wasn’t sure how.
She pulled her cardigan tightly around her body, shivering in response to the chilly air, as she made her way just a few buildings down. Something made her hesitate in front of Eric’s door, suddenly remembering that the last time she’d been there was just before Kenneth’s funeral. Eric had been in pieces and Casey’d had no idea what to do or say to console him.
Steeling herself, Casey rapped three times on the door, hoping that Eric would answer.
Eric had spent the afternoon on the couch, watching the shadows on the wall shift from one side of the room to the other as the sun moved across the sky before setting. Another day gone and another day he was left wondering how so much had gone wrong between him and the woman who'd given him a chance at a relationship and a dream he'd had since she'd posted herself in the hub years before.
But it was always easier to accept her views as her own when there was nothing to propel it forward. Kenneth had been a catalyst and now he would lose her, and the idea terrified him. Enough to the point where he'd become more selfish than he could imagine. He wanted things his way for the first time in forever, and it was so unlike him that he didn't even recognize himself anymore.
The knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts and he looked to it for a long moment before getting up and making his way across the living room. He opened it just a crack ready to tell Ryan to leave him be and go to the saloon alone. But it wasn't Ryan at the door. It was Casey. The last person he'd expected to see and suddenly the only person he knew he needed to see in that moment.
He stood there watching her for a long moment, letting nostalgia was over him thinking about the times they'd spent together in his home, the good times that now seemed so far away and just out of his grasp. "Hey," he said trying to hide the crack in his voice as he stepped aside to allow her in.
I don’t think it’s the smell… at least it isn't’ for me. I like the feel of the paper.
That might just be because you’re around the tech all day.
Why does anyone actually go to the library when Mercer has all the books there loaded into our decks? It’s gotta be something about the musty paper smell.
Falling Down | Self
Eric tried to sit still but he couldn't stop himself from twisting from side to side in his cubicle, haunted by his earlier interaction with Casey. He could have handled everything a lot better than he had. But it wasn't his fault, hell, it wasn't even Casey's fault. She had been who she was since the day her chip was damaged and she was trucked in. He'd like to think he was the same too, but time and experience... and feelings had changed him.
He pushed his chair back from his desk and stood up, knowing he couldn't sit still any longer. He needed to move around, breathe, anything to work out how he was feeling. He'd nearly made it through the long line of cubicles before Lydia asked him to pick up a coffee for her on his way back into the hub, not that he'd even mentioned when that would me.
"Still no Casey, huh?" Lydia leaned back in her chair and cast a sad look at the cubicle across from her. "Guess she's on to bigger and better since she wasn't really an officer to begin with. Or a techie. Just kinda floated around the hub." Glancing for only a moment at the empty desk where he used to find himself stealing glanced toward, Eric shrugged, trying to keep his voice light.
"On to bigger and better." He nodded in the way of a goodbye and slipped past the rest of the cops and techies and out the door before anyone else could ask him questions or remind him just how alone he'd become. He threw a sidelong look at the building they used for the "jail" where the cells were and was instantly back to that night at the Founder's Day festival. When Mercer had wanted her gone, and Eric had fought for her. Their first real confrontation, their first kiss, the beginning of it all.
Now he selfishly wanted to lock her up in that cell again, to keep her here, with him... safe. She'd wanted a fight her entire time here in Roanoke and he'd never been much for taking the fight to The Agency. It was fundamental differences that hadn't meant much when her war had no traction. But now? Now, it was pulling them apart. They were too small to take on the world. How come no one else could see that? They couldn't fight with maybe a hundred of their best fighters. It was against a global entity.
The frustration welled in him and he kicked a rock hard, sending it flying across the street, narrowly avoiding a very distracted looking Evan. His temper was too often getting the best of him now, and Eric missed his carefree attitude that made him highly regarded in the community. Now his stress manifested in one other emotion. Anger.
Why the hell had Kenneth had to go and get himself killed? If he'd just gotten help, they could have avoided all of this, and he'd still have the relationship he'd been dreaming of for years. But life happened and a life without a chip usually happened painfully, as he was coming to realize a lot more these days.
Look, I’ve gotta get going. Extra rounds. And you should probably rest while you can before you’re back to training. I’ll... I’ll see you around, Case.
Meg is teaching us how to not get killed, that’s kind of the point. She and Evan know what they’re doing and with them leading us we have a real chance.
There is nothing temporary about my feelings for you.
It feels like it! I’ve barely seen you since the funeral, and I thought... I just... I thought it would have made you see that spending time with the people you... care about, is important.
Safe? Safe for how much longer, Eric? Who knows what they did to Kenneth before they killed him, what information they got. The longer we sit around the more time they have to find us, and if they find us there won’t be a here. We will lose everything.
Kenneth didn’t give them anything. We know that much from when they brought Meg back here. Meg, who by the way, is teaching you to get yourself killed. I’m not trying to stop you... I just want you to see that what we have here isn’t as temporary as you make it out to be.
... unless it is... that temporary.
That’s not what I meant! You’re fine with living in the colony, continuing as normal but I can’t just stay here when I could be out there making a difference
You could make a difference here! With me... where it’s safe. We’ve all lost so much... I’m tired of losing people.
