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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hackitude]

Uh. Thanks. I mean, maybe don't celebrate just yet. It's not like we remember anything from this place when we go home anyway.

[5055034455]

That's no way to think about a relationship.

[hackitude]

I'm not. I mean, I'm mostly a... live-in-the-present, impulsive kind of person, you know? I like Jesse, and I'm... pretty sure he likes me. So. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves while we're here? I'm just... not under any illusions about what's going to happen in the long run, that's all. We're from different universes. One or both of us will go home, and that'll be it.

[5055034455]

That's fair enough. What I'm saying is not to let that be the thing that colors your experiences, you know? Then again, I just got here and haven't had time to form any meaningful bonds with anyone, soooo what the hell do I know?

[hackitude]

Yeah, I already tried that and it didn't work out too well for me. I was REALLY determined not to like him or let it be a thing but here we are a few months later and it's totally a thing. His stupid face is ruining my life, you don't understand, haha.

[5055034455]

[NO SKYE YOU DON'T GET IT SAUL COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDS.

And that's why he's so concerned.]

It's too bad we can't control how we feel, huh?

[hackitude]

Maybe. ... Maybe not. Then we'd all just be robots. I think... that'd be sadder, really.

[5055034455]

Robots are scary.

[hackitude]

... I'll say.

[5055034455]

Anyway, I'll look into that for you. Keep me in the loop, K? And try not to let Jesse get too pissed at this guy.

[hackitude]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

And I'm trying my best. It's not exactly easy.

[5055034455]

I know. Good luck — let me know if you need anything.

[hackitude]

Does aspirin and a beer count?

[5055034455]

Totally. You have any brand preferences? For either.

[hackitude]

At this point I am toooootally not picky.

[She's lived out of a hobo van. Picky is for chumps.]

[5055034455]

K. Gimme like half an hour.

[If she thought he was joking, he totally wasn't. He's going to show up with aspirin and a six pack. Just give him that half-hour.]

[hackitude]

Done. I'll be waiting.

[YOU'RE THE BEST LAWYER FRIEND A GIRL COULD ASK FOR.]

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[5055034455]

[Yes he is.

About half an hour later, after she's texted him her address — which is luckily close enough that he can stick to his promised time frame — he shows up with a bottle of aspirin and a pack of Budweiser, and knocks a little tune against her door.]

Special delivery!

[hackitude]

[Skye could place his voice anywhere, it's that distinct, but she cheeks the peephole first just to make sure that there's nobody else with him. Then she opens the door with a wide smile.]

So you're officially my new favourite person right now. Want to come in?

[5055034455]

[Atta girl; Saul encourages such carefulness. He matches her smile and peeks inside, then shrugs almost sheepishly.]

Sure, if you don't mind.

[hackitude]

[She liberates the six pack from him as he comes in.]

Make yourself comfy. [She waves at the room vaguely as she walks to the small bench and sets down the beers, taking one for herself and then turning around to toss a second one to Saul. The room itself is a fairly standard one double bed hotel room.]

I gotta say, of all the weird turns my life has taken, drinking beer with a middle aged lawyer dude is not one I anticipated. But I'll take it.

[5055034455]

If I had a dollar for every time I heard that...

[He's only half-kidding. He catches the beer, almost drops it, then decides he should just let it sit for a minute lest it spray everywhere. Whoops.]

You doin' okay?

[hackitude]

[Skye opens her can and takes a long drink.]

I'm holed up in a hotel room, drinking beer with a guy I barely know in between firing off texts to my temperamental boyfriend trying to convince him not to take on my even more temperamental ex-boyfriend-that-wasn't, who is incidentally literally twice Jesse's size with biceps the size of Jesse's head, special forces training and now, super strength.

How do you think I'm doing?

[5055034455]

...yeah. Stupid question.

[Of course the guy has super strength. That just figures. Saul wrinkles his nose in distaste at the thought — Jesse's probably in way over his head already.]

Aside from Jesse, is there anyone else you've got who can look out for you? Someone maybe — y'know, bigger? Or! Better yet — what about you, huh? Miss secret government agent. You must know how to handle a firearm, yeah?

[hackitude]

[Skye nudges under the double bed with her foot, hooks it in something and draws it out. It's an open gym bag with a handgun and a shotgun inside. Both legit, no filed-off serial numbers, reasonable quality guns.]

He's the one who taught me how to shoot, so odds that I'll actually be able to get a bullet in him are low. But it's the thought that counts, right?

[She shrugs and gives an almost cynical smile.]

Don't you worry about me. Worry about Jesse. I've practically got my own tag-team of bodyguards here. Who knew all it took to be popular was moving to another universe?