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intrusive || haven x declan

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“Thank you, I’ll be sure to do that after I buy the flowers.” She smiles graciously. She’s spent almost her entire life lying and knows the best lies are half truths, so when the handsome doctor asks more about her ‘occupation’, Haven nods and tries not to think too much about what she’s gonna say. “I do. I mean, it’s really hard sometimes. Of course it is. But its worth it for them. The people.” 

 // Seth // 

 // Cara // 

/ Brady //

 “They need me.” She pauses and the familiar sense of being undeserving of helping anyone begins to set in. “Well, maybe not me. But they need someone. And if you’re in a position to do good, you should, right?” It’s a borrowed phrase from Luna, the young benefactress that’s paid for the estate and stipends since they created the Mutant Home two years ago. It’s how she knew to trust Luna, something she’s never been good at.

“Same here. I don’t have much of a life outside of work.”

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Declan was happy he could be helpful, he didn’t really know if she would take the suggestion but he was happy she at least verbally agreed.

He smiled and nodded as she talked about her job.  “Well it sounds like they are in really good hands.  And it seems like you truly do care about them, that’s half the battle right there.  Don’t be so quick to dismiss yourself.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to just have some downtime after work, you know?”

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intrusive || haven x declan

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“Back surgery. They’re really old.” Haven responds quickly, hoping he won’t ask more about her friend.

They keep walking and she stays on the lookout for any maps. It’s relieving that his next question is about herself and not her friend.

Teacher?

No.

“I’m a nursing home……nurse.  You know, giving old people their medicine, organizing bingo nights. Very simple, nothing like your job. But with lots of dignity, it’s great. That’s where I know my friend from.”

Oh ginger snaps, I hope he doesn’t start talking all Medical-y.

“So what do you do when you’re not saving lives and all that good stuff?”

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“Well you were on the right floor.  But if you check in with the front desk they can tell you what room your friend is in.” He gave her a helpful smile.

But it quickly faded when her mind couldn’t even be straight about her occupation.  “Ahh so instead of wandering halls here you wander halls of nursing homes?  But that sounds like a fun and rewarding job.  Do you like it?”

He paused to think about it.  “Honestly I’m kind of boring.  I just go home and watch tv or something.  Nothing too special.  What about you?”

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intrusive || haven x declan

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“You’re very kind, thank you.” She smiled back, and listened to him answer her question, trying to learn his voice. “I can understand that. I hope I’m not taking up all of your break time, Dr. Adams.”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure this is the floor. But I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m wrong about that too….”

Keep your eyes out for a map……In case he asks more.

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He smiled again, but this time it didn’t quite reach his eyes.  “It really isn’t a problem.  I’m just glad I could help.”

“Well what kind of surgery did they have? I could help you out a bit.”

“And what do you do when you aren’t normally roaming the halls of a hospital?”  Even though Declan was a bit suspicious of why she was at the hospital, there was a part of him that was intrigued and really did want to know more.

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intrusive || haven x declan

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“Only if you’re sure it wouldn’t be any trouble, Dr. Adams.” Haven answers the handsome doctor more confidently than she ever could if she was in her own skin, not acting. 

Adams. 

Might be useful. 

Light blue eyes. African American… mixed, maybe. Some facial hair. 

Pretty boy. Too pretty.

Voice…. you’ve got to get the voice down. Ask him something.

“So is it a slow day? I can’t imagine someone like you usually has the time or interest to go around helping forgetful dummies like me. Or are people usually too smart to get this lost?” She asks, offering him a pretty smile.

Ugh. You’ve gotten rusty, soldier. 

Sweep your hair to the side.  Smile. Look helpless.

Doctors and their messiah complexes… usually pretty easy, right? You’ve got this, soldier.

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“Oh it won’t be a problem.  I’m happy to help.”  Declan gave her an honest smile, thinking he was overreacting to things.  It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

But then she started marking things off about him.  It all just seemed a bit too weird to him.  So he covered his face for a little bit, making it seem like he was just rubbing it after a long day at work.

“Actually today hasn’t been too bad.  Mostly just rounds today.  But I thought I needed the fresh air.”  He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking her up and down and trying to get a read of her.  “Something tells me you’re a lot smarter than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

“So is your friend on this floor? Or are you turned around on that too?”

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intrusive || haven x declan

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She’s all too aware of Hot Doctor turning to her and offering his help. It makes her nervous, and she can’t decide if it’s being noticed or if it’s being noticed by Hot Doctor that’s freaking her out.

Dammit, get a grip.

Shitshitshitshitshit he’s looking at me.

Look at the name tag, quick.

Sick friend! Sick friend!

“Yeah, sorry, Dr- . I just got a little lost. Mind telling me how to get to the gift shop? I forgot to buy flowers on my way up.” She offers up a slow, confident grin.

Declan furrowed his eyebrows together when she started fumbling in her thoughts.  It wasn’t how most people reacted when he spoke to them.

“Adams, Dr. Adams.”  He felt something was off but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it.  “Oh well it’s on the first floor right by the entrance.  I can walk you down there if you’d like,  I was just stretching my legs and I wouldn’t want you to get lost again.”

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intrusive || haven x declan

It’s easy now, to pull a new identity over herself as easily as a sweater. And just like one might wear a lucky shirt, the face she’s chosen to wear today is one of her favorites, taken from a backup dancer in some otherwise long forgotten mid 2000s music video. It’s more than just another mask, it’s slipping into a character… easy as one, two, three.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s beautiful today. It’s always easier to feel confident when she looks like this and as much as she’d never admit it to Kennedy, deceiving people about her true identity always makes her nervous. 

Today is relatively easy as far as covert operations go, though she knows it won’t always be like this. Her brother’s crusade is gaining traction and as much as she’d love to remain at the mansion with the children forever, she knows her gift is too valuable not to put to use. For now, she’s volunteered to investigate a local hospital, take names and faces of anyone important. It’s dangerous for mutants to find medical care these days, and if she can start to help by bringing in medicine that otherwise would be almost impossible for them to access, then it’s equally impossible for Haven to refuse to help.

So she walks through the hallways of the hospital, pretending to look for a room while her eyes dart back and forwards at name badges and faces.

Easy, you’re good….Ok, how about baldy there? Hm. Looks important- grab the name- wait.. Shit… Why do they all walk so fast? Ok… that one’s handsome. A little too pretty to be a doctor, but I wouldn’t mind trying him on for size… wait… I mean… Ok, shut up, Haven. Smile.

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It was almost the end of Declan’s shift, he knew he was getting tired because everyone was getting louder to him.  At his peak, he could keep out the thoughts around him.  Not mute it completely, but turn down the volume so he can have room for his own thoughts.  But when he’s tired it was always more difficult to keep it up.

He was planning what he was going to do when he got home.  Feed Bruce, his sole companion which was a fish.  Make a light dinner.  Watch T.V.  Declan was liked the mundane, the more he could fit in, the better.

He heard a snip-it of the thoughts of the girl that was approaching him, she was louder than everyone else but he chalked it up to being exhausted.  He tried not to react to the ones about him being good looking, but the rest of her thoughts weren’t the normal thoughts he heard in the hospital, so he decided to speak up.   “Excuse me ma’am, do you need some help?”