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[thatchergreene]

@72-reasons : I honestly laughed out loud when this came up in the interview. I had to gif it. 

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“In my lifetime, I’ve seen a lot of brave people. I’ve seen a lot of brave deeds. But I’ve never met someone who has lived bravery like you have. Because it takes a sort who embraces the risks involved with true bravery to stand beside the likes of me.”

"What you call bravery, many others call stupidity." And quite frequently to her face. The misguided beliefs of strangers did little to affect her mood but when the claims had begun flying from inside that the hammer was going to fall, it's taken all the restraint she had not to resign her post. It was made clear as time passed that getting rid of both of them would have been ideal so it drove her to stay as long as possible. Let them be uncomfortable. Let them know a sliver of the unease that they'd all caused John. "If I am brave for standing at your side, surely it is the effect and not the cause: I am brave because I am at your side and you are at mine. My place in this world is at your side...you may consider it brave to take it up but I will let it be known that not only do I claim this place as my own but I don't plan on losing it. You call it brave, they call it stupid, and I call it...selfish."

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“You really shouldn’t. Even though it may have been a bit in development during my time, it was far from unfamiliar to us, weathering these sorts of things,” Khan said, placing an order on his padd as she tried to force herself to focus. He understood better than most what it was like to struggle against the power dynamics already in place. Even if it wasn’t in as personal a sense as what she was suffering, he could still sympathize. “I don’t think of you any less highly than I did before. This is a matter of biology, a matter of a slip in a highly burdened consciousness that forgot that the physical existence.” He sat down on her couch once the order had been placed. He looked across at her, raising his brows. “The entire reason why I suggested food is to feed into the fact that what you need now is not cerebral or moral condemnation. What you need is food, energy, and hydration to make it through this. Which you will, just as they all have.”

To say her existence as an omega had been a sheltered one would be an understatement. In its current state, her mind foreign to the rest of her body. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Regardless, the disconnect between the two was proving difficult to reconcile and she was growing frustrated with the process. It had been a few years since Thatcher had allowed her body to cycle and the irony of her decision was certainly not lost on her: for someone so devoted to studying science and living things, she was all too willing to deny her own biological needs. Her thoughts had drifted from their conversation again, though if he’d asked she wouldn’t have been able to recall exactly where.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, sinking a bit deeper into her seat. It felt as if she’d spent the entire day sunbathing without putting any sunblock on. Thatcher’s pale complexion tended to burn quite easily; she likened the fever setting in much like the dull heat of a sunburn. She had no qualms in accepting John’s help until a very distinct wave a disappointment settled over her that he hadn’t sat down next to her. Whether it be some kind of precursor pheromone he might emit that she was able to recognize or the attachment and attraction she already felt for the man, he was now being categorized as a potential mate. I should tell him to go…

“I’m afraid what I will soon require is much more…involved than just staying hydrated, John. I don’t wish to make you feel uncomfortable and you’re certainly not obligated in any way to stay or…participate. Though if my current feelings are any indication, I will probably will attempt to persuade you at some point.”

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“I’ll give you this much - objectively you’ve got just enough balls and perhaps enough brains to have made a good purchase. But I’m not going to be giving you anything but your money’s worth in trouble,” he assured. He didn’t quite want to meet the doe eyes of his… sponsor. But a bit of brutal honesty wasn’t something he was going to spare her, either.

Thatcher scoffed lightly at his chosen first words to his new master, shaking her head at him rather than formulate a comeback. It wouldn’t have mattered how clever she could be, his mind was made up about her already. After a few more signatures, they were free to go. Well, she was. It wasn’t as if she was unaware of the thoughts fueling his open contempt. Having a slave these days was purely meant to display the owner’s level of class ( or lack thereof, in her opinion ) and most were brought on with the intention of being used for sex. This, however, had never been Thatcher’s design. The move was more for show than anything else, an attempt to fit in to the society she loathed but that had the power to ruin her. Anything to keep up appearances. The same principle dictated she refrain from speaking about her true intentions until the pair was safely ensconced in her flat. She turned round abruptly, an edge to her voice that had been sharpening in their growing silence.

“First of all, don’t ever talk to me like that in public again. Around here, that’s fine, but if there’s someone around, I need you to at least pretend to respect me. Understood?”

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“Oh come now. You know better than to go soft on me this early in the day. I won’t be able to put my mind to work now that you’ve gone and distracted me.”

“Whoops. You know, I think I did know that at one point but I must have forgotten...or perhaps distracting you has been part of my diabolical plan to steal all of your attention this entire time. Yeah, now that I think about it, the second one definitely sounds like me.”

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“Is that a proposal? Because I rather had it in mind to make it first, if so.” He couldn’t help his response, given he’d already had the ring made. “The question is - do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“It might be. It could be. Perhaps it was simply a strategically worded question to ascertain how you felt about the topic. But if that’s the case, you’ll have to excuse my utter lack of patience, though you’re probably used to it by now.” Thatcher had been contemplating the question for some time now; it was by no means a future requirement of their relationship, nor even one that either of them could feasibly guarantee would come about at this point, but for the first time in her adult life, the idea of marriage wasn’t revolting. She’d given up long ago on ever finding the possibility of domesticity appealing but with John the concept sounded wonderful. His rephasing of the question brought a smile to her face as she teased him with his own words. “Is that a proposal? Because if so...of course I would.”

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“Granted I don’t look my best right now, But it turns out that I am durable enough to weather a few rather massive cock-ups.”

She blinked a few times to try and clear the haze she’d been in since hearing the news. No one had bothered to let her know that John was actually still alive and considering the department’s history in dealing with the man, she’d assumed that with the severity of the incident that they would have let him pass rather than exert the effort. Her guilt had kept her away from the room all day; it took until the end of her shift to work up enough courage to go and see his body. Yet here he was – alive and even cracking a joke.

Hesitantly at first, Thatcher approached the side of his bed. She ran through all of the information on the device monitoring his vitals, her hands shaking as she swiped between screens. He should have been dead. “John, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” A moment to breathe and collect herself were needed to keep the emotion from cracking through her voice. “I had no idea they were planning anything. I don’t know how you’re still here but…I’m grateful.”

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“I’m afraid you’ll find this little fortress of mine quite impregnable by your standards,” he said, folding his hands into the folds of his robes. He figured it would be best to acquaint the woman with her fate without the added hindrance of scale and fang. Though he was certain she would hold no great love for him in either case.

But she was intelligent, and amusing, and the keep had been empty for far too long with only him slithering around inside. “Escape attempts, while laudable, would be unwise.”

“We’ll see about that,” she muttered, mostly to herself, as she looked around what was apparently to be her new home. It had been many years since the fortified walls of her home kept her inside but if it had been this easy to snatch her away then perhaps it was more a failure on her family than an accomplishment of her own. Either way, that wouldn’t at least stop her from trying.

“You can’t truly expect to keep me cooped up in here. Am I to be robbed of every freedom?” Considering her situation, it probably would have been better to stay quiet…or at the very least try to keep the bitterness from her voice but she still had one more question that wouldn’t remain silent. “Why did you bring me here? Why me?”