Heading home (For Moira / Karaoke Night)

[jamesthorn]

Today had left him exhausted, both mentally and physically. He had attempted to do without his crutches every so often, hoping to help along the tendons in his foot get used to the weight and the pressure, but now his goddamn legs hurt. He was now resigned to the fact that he still needed assistance to get around for at least another week. He hated being stuck behind his desk since he was slowly being buried beneath a mountain of paperwork, his cases reassigned to people who were actually able to walk. He also hated that he couldn't even get the paperwork done right. He was distracted. That's what the Chief had said. His work sloppy. His attention elsewhere. James had apologized profusely. He was one of the captains. He was in charge of people. He needed to be on his A-game. He needed to get his shit together.

Too bad for him his mind wasn't ready to let go of that night with Moira. Of how stupid he'd been to sleep with her. Of how awesome it'd been too. Worst part of it all, he thinks. Hating what he did, but knowing they'd been amazing together. That's why the thoughts continued swirling 'round in his head. He didn't know how to make sense of it. Or the fact that he's been spending all these days thinking about her.

When he can't get anything else done, brain fried to oblivion, he shuts off his computer. He gathers a few files for some bedtime reading, stuffing them inside his bag, and he heads out. Once outside, he is glad to see the streets were mostly empty and quiet. A good night as far as he was concerned. He makes his way through downtown, slow but quicker than last week, as he's gotten better and more balanced with his crutches and walking boot. He heads into Quill where it too is mostly abandoned, He orders a chili cheeseburger, onion rings, and a drink to go. His food finally arrives ten minutes later, and he starts walking back near the station, calling a cab on his way.

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[jamesthorn]

Several minutes later, they approach Moira's house. He only knew her address from seeing her processed through the department's booking so many times in the past. He's never actually been out here until now. Unlike James' place that's shrouded in thick woods and overrun with trees, Moira's cottage stands boldly out on the coast surrounded by nothing but clear seawater and the sand. As soon as he's opens the door of the cab, he hears the waves crashing into the rocks nearby. He pauses, getting the driver's attention.

"This won't take long. Just keep the meter running, and I'll pay you double," he says, not wanting to have to call another cab later, but he wants to see to it that Moira makes it inside. He climbs out first, grabbing his crutches, and attempts to help her out.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira stirs when she hears the crash of waves against the rocks. Just the music of it inspires her to lift her head with less effort. But then, the sea always did have that power over her, the ability to calm or awaken her when she needs it most. She can't imagine living anywhere else besides the ocean, and she is gladdened when she spots her home as the cab comes to a stop.

"I'm okay," she insists, managing to climb out of the cab without falling over herself. She inhales deeply of the air, heavy with sea salt and just the purity of the ocean water. She sobers up a fair amount, the magic of nature working in her blood.

[jamesthorn]

He's surprised when she gets out, insisting that she's okay, and she actually does look better. Some of the color quickly returns to her face, her legs steadier, as if by...magic. Oh. That actually makes sense. He looks at her, at the deep breath she takes, the air doing even more to reinvigorate her. Maybe she can get inside on her own...

"Do you want me to go?" he asks, thumbing his hand back at the cab. Because he can go. He probably should go. He made sure she was home.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira actually feels well enough that her vision is no longer swimming, and her head feels less heavy. She'll definitely be able to perform an anti-hangover charm before bed, which comes as a relief. She allows herself to smile before turning to James.

"Thanks for seeing me home, James," she says. "You really didn't have to."

[jamesthorn]

He shrugs at her. "I mean you seem better now, but you were pretty out of it back there. You called me buddy," he says, smirking. He isn't sure what to do or say now that she's feeling better.

[chasingtwisters]

"Yeah, well, several cocktails and rounds of whiskey will do that to you," she says dryly, shrugging right back. "And yeah, I've been known to get affectionate when drunk. Just be grateful I didn't call you something like Jamesy-Poo."

[jamesthorn]

He huffs out a laugh, making a face. "I think I would've let you walk home alone if you had," he says. "Okay. Well. You're home..." He senses himself become awkward because he isn't sure if he should just leave now. Or if he should say hey remember the other night when we slept together, do we need to talk about that or just pretend it didn't happen? It seems like maybe they were just gonna pretend it didn't happen.

[chasingtwisters]

"By the way, the sex was fantastic, just thought you should know," she tells him, before waving and heading back inside. She grins as she closes the door on his face.