Don't Never judge a book by it's cover.
Jonathan Mourriland || 25 |
Division Field Agent || Room 15 || 3rd St NW
There's no fool like a drunken fool. So Mother told me, and 'tis still true.
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Summary:Â Finally the morning where Jonathan and Emma were to leave Washington was here. Everything was going well, at least until Emma confessed... to something that could strain their relationship.
Jonathan stared into the morning light of his apartment room. Today was the last day he would set foot in godforsaken Washington. Not that it gave him too much bad memories, he told himself it was done, he'd live with it and now - for the first time in months and months... 'going home' didn't seem hollow anymore. Moving around the apartment, he made sure that everything needed was packed in the bags; needed constituted of things that weren't really important but sentimental. The other things well, he made sure he'd be able to sell them online - a little more money never hurt anyway. "Time for breakfast..." he said as he yawned. Today is a special day.
Emma sat on the rooftop of their apartment, possibly for the last time. The others left long ago, but she and Jonathan stayed, even if it was stupid to do so. Still, it was nice trying to find a good place for themselves there and she was almost sad to leave the city that she once saw as a prison. As the sun began to rise, she went down the fire escape until she was at her and Jonathan's window, sliding inside in one fluid motion. She shed her sweatshirt on top of her suitcase and picked up Blue from the floor and bouncing it. She agreed to go to Minnesota with him, but only because she had no where else to go. She called Jasper once everything died down, but she didn't want to go back to Huntsville. Minnesota, however, had Jonathan's parents. That was terrifying and a part of their relationship she didn't think she could ever be ready for. "Hey," she said softly as she saw him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back.
Jonathan had started making pancakes when he heard the rustling sounds from outside, seems like Emma's coming back down and he really had to quicken this cooking of his before they start doing something else - and it included the food being left cold - or burnt. When he felt the embrace he smiled to himself. "Hey." he started "Had a good sleep? Sorry I woke up late..." he murmured as he flapped a pancake and tossed it to the plate. He knew Emma felt a little bit, jittery - he was going back to his home, wherein Emma, despite all the things that happened in her past, home seemed like a different thing. Jonathan had to make sure that his - his grand entrance - back from the dead - type of homecoming won't shadow over Emma. "You okay? We can talk about it, or do something before our flight to get your nerves calm down."
Emma smiled weakly as her arms fell from his hips so that he can keep cooking. "I woke up early, that's all. Some things never change." She sat down on top of the counter and bounced Blue on the countertop. She didn't say anything to his question at first, debating whether or not she should lie. She's been trying to be better about lying to him, but it hasn't been easy. Emotions were hid as a second nature and it wasn't something she liked talking about. Still, Jonathan was trying and she wanted to as well. "Not really. I think I'm just nervous though..." She kicked her feet back and forth as the panic began to over take her.
Jonathan shifted so that he could face her a bit, concern evident in his eyes as he kept cooking. "At least you're sleeping more soundly now." As she jumped up on the counter, he gave her a quick peck on the lips before continuing the last piece of pancake. He waited patiently for her, as he would do more now than before. Back then when he wouldn't understand her, he would let go and not bother - as they got closer, he began to push somehow, because he wanted to understand her- now, he knew better, and that's when he made sure that in these times he wouldn't push. Just wait, or at least until he could. "You don't have to be... they're, they're like me?" He said a bit of a laugh. "Uh, you don't have to impress them, I'd still be with you anyway." Back then, anyone who would be "with" him should prove themselves to his parents, he regarded them that much. But Emma? They've been through a lot together... shrugging he placed the last pancake on the plate before slicing one piece with a fork and blowing on it to release some of the heat. "Say ah." he said, fork poised so Emma could take a bite.
Emma smiled at him and shrugged. "It's easier to sleep when you know you won't be activated for a mission in the morning." Her lips curled up even more as he gave her a quick kiss, feeling like a little girl who got kissed by her crush. Except this was better than that because they were actually together. Against all odds. "If they're like you then I am definitely nervous." She smirked playfully at him, but it was still there, the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. His words made her feel better, but that didn't change how she felt. Parents never liked her and she knew how much he cared about them. She didn't want to screw it up like she always did. She opened her mouth and chewed on the pancake, trying her best to keep a smile on her face. Then all of a sudden it popped out of her mouth. "I kissed Charlie."
Jonathan mimicked Emma's smile, sometimes he thought they literally are perfect for each other, he had his moments, she had hers but sometimes, there was always that moment where they were in sync and Jonathan didn't mind that. "There's still nightmares... but at least everything is much calmer -" he gave a sideways glance at Emma- a smirk playing on his lips. After all, there were days where calm wasn't really a part of the pair's vocabulary. "In the long run I don't mind - that much, sure there's some scars here and there, but hell I love these biceps." he said, a big childish grin appearing on his face as he flexed. Jonathan was about to fix up the orange juice when he heard a fleeting sound, it probably didn't register too much in his very 'happy morning' brain, but three words- and it wasn't 'I love you' made him stop in his tracks, his eyes looking straight and yet his thoughts and nerves were everywhere else. "Come again?"
Emma sighed softly. There would always be nightmares. But she considered herself lucky. Her kill count was still considerably less than some other people she knew. "As calm as I can manage you mean?" she asked, bringing her smile back to life. When he mentioned his biceps, she couldn't help glance over at him as he flexed. She had always been in great shape, but Jonathan had really grown since Division and she wasn't going to lie and say his new muscles were a bad thing. It felt as though a rock was caught in her throat when she saw him freeze and she began to berate herself for even saying it. She thought about it every so often, sometimes even pinpointing it as the moment when she knew that she had more than platonic feelings for him, but she never told him and she never wanted to. She knew how he felt about Charlie. But it was one of the last secrets she's kept from him and if he was going to be serious enough to introduce her to his parents, she wants to at least be honest with him. "Um... you remember how I owed Charlie a beer for not snitching on us? Well... at the end of the night, I was really drunk and... and I um, kissed him..." She chewed at her bottom lip, scared of what his reaction might be.
Jonathan mind wheeled back to that day where both of them were together somehow, she was out, he was in, he would visit her, they would do stuff- in that particular day they had a swim, a good almost naked swim. He would have smiled at remember how he admired her body somewhat and how they both just, just swam - at least until that redhead came and ogled at both of them. He would have been nice to him granted, but Emma already did everything she could on that part. What he didn't like was the fact that Charlie was there, he was just lingering, at least up until him and Emma were graduating, he was just there - of course Division couldn't throw him out. His mind also reeled to the time Emma mentioned they went out, her and Charlie - and for some reason after brooding on it Jonathan pretty much almost decided to have an "accident" but his better brain talked him out of it. Now... he would learn she kissed him- and not the other way around. If it was the other way around, it would all be fine, I mean it would be his fault, but... but this one. Turning back to Emma his eyes couldn't look at hers, he would drown in them, unknown what to expect and to feel. It was like their fights before, he wouldn't know what was going on in her mind, and he wouldn't be able to find a way to just shove it off. "I..." he started. "I understand why you want to tell it to me, especially now." Of course he would, he was the one who had to understand most of the time, at least for him. "There's just," closing his eyes he took a deep breathe, taking care to be sure in his words. "There's breakfast on the table and juice in the fridge, I just have to think Emma." he said with a sad smile before turning to grab his coat and pants to turn to the door.
Emma watched him carefully, trying to gauge if he would get angry at her or just leave. He tended to leave when they had their disagreements because they both knew how crippling they could be. When one fight came out, another one followed and then another and it was a long train of destruction that they barely managed to get through the first time. As he turned back to her, he didn't meet her eyes and she knew then that he wasn't going to yell at her. Why did I have to say something? Why am I so stupid?! She watched him move around the room and she began to fear that maybe he wouldn't come back. Normally she gave him his space, but at the same time that fear crippled her. Maybe he would finally realize that he was too good for her, that he could do better than an adrenaline junkie with a death wish. "Jonathan," she choked out as she reached to grab his arm. "D-don't please." She swallowed back the rock in her throat, hating how weak she sounded. "That's--I mean... there's more to it than that..." She took a shaky breath trying to get herself under control.
Jonathan kept himself still. It wasn't always he found a girl that he would be for a long time, especially not in life and death situations. The perfect relationship wasn't just in understanding in trust, it was what they did together, and him and Emma definitely did so much that it was no surprise that they were still together as of now. But those things they did, those were missions, that it felt like they were in another world. Now- now everything was a normal life and they had to juggle the fact that in a relationship there were some things that would test their resolve. This made Jonathan wonder, no matter how much he was with, and how much he loved Emma. There was a possibility things could still go wrong... no more Division, it was a whole new bigger world. "Emma..." he said as he felt her hold his arm. "I love you. I do." he said still smiling at her. With tender hands he held her cheeks, trying his best not to look at her lips and how those lips were on top of the redhead little shit of a guard. "Whatever it is you want to tell me, you can. I..." he took another deep breath. "I won't leave you... but I need to calm myself, or we might really not get to catch our flight." With that, he turned away to get back to the door.
Emma tried to stop herself from trembling. She didn't know if it as from her pent up emotions or the anger she was feeling toward herself. She always did this. When things got serious she ran and this was her version of running. Once upon a time, Jasper was able to catch her before she ran away, but what if Jonathan didn't do the same. She didn't have anyone else other than him right now. She looked up at him as he cupped her face, forcing herself to remain still so that he didn't think she was weak. "I love you too." Her hand went to his and caressed the back of his hand. "It's... it's just..." She couldn't get the words out. It was embarrassing and she never told anyone what happened that night. It was for their own safety at the time, but still. She sucked in her lips and took a deep breath. "I stopped kissing him because I moaned your name while I was kissing him," she managed to spit out, immediately diverting her gaze afterward. She didn't want him to see the blood rushing to her cheeks when she thought about it.
Jonathan felt the moment shift in intensity, and as she spoke the words he didn't know whether to laugh or shake his head or anything really. His face probably spoke volumes as his eyebrows arced high and his lips almost trembled to smile. "I guess there's that?" he had to say before grinning. Shaking his head he removed his hands from her face to scratch the back of his head. "You're something else Em..." taking a deep breath he made a u-turn back to the table and re-arranged the food on the table. "I'm still going out to think and breath, you're welcome to join me if you want - for an outside breakfast, just... just promise me not to be too crazy, yeah?" he said as he finished up and looked at her with his usual warm smile. Of course he loved her and a part of him was at least thankful she was thinking of him... As Jonathan walked back to his girl and towards the door, he looked down at her. "Just promise also to you know, not kiss just anyone and still think of me, you don't want to hurt their feelings." Chuckling with that he gave Emma a kiss - he was still troubled that's for sure, but it was his choice to not go crazy over it, at least not now.
Emma watched his expression from the corner of her eyes and felt slightly relieved when she noticed his small smile. She look up at him and weakly reciprocated it. As he went to rearrange breakfast, she remained frozen in her place all while trying to tell herself that it was okay to move. Who would have thought that his pride was enough to at least bring a smile to his face. She stared at the floor then glanced back at him. "I think I'm good on the crazy for the day," she murmured. At his words she smiled and nodded. "I promise. That was a one time thing. I won't kiss anyone else without your blessing." As he gave her a kiss, she wrapped her arms around him grateful all the more for him. "I love you," she told him softly. She rested her head on his chest and took a deep breath. It would be okay. Everything would be okay.
Jonathan woke up and wondered why he suddenly felt cold, not the same comfortable cold he was once in the position he was in a few minutes or was that hours ago? He tried to open his eyes and look around, angling his head in a way that it wouldnât hurt too much and letting the small slits of his eyes be the way for him to see. Thatâs when he noticed that he was alone, Emma was gone, probably of to bed. With him was only the beeping of the machine helping him up - nurses said he lost a lot of blood and a good amount of beating, apart from a few broken parts and torn flesh, he was at least steady⌠Sighing, he tried to find some water but of course with the limitations he had it was impossible, Jonathan hoped a nurse would come soon.
Wesley made his way to Jonathanâs room shortly after his talk with Aidan. He knew that Jonathan was not in very good shape, but Doctor Fraiser was confident that he would make it through, so he trusted her words. He spoke with her briefly about his stasis and looked over his file before deciding how to go about telling Olivia about this. It would not be easy. Taking a breath, he went to his room and knocked before peeking in. âJonathan?â To his surprise he was awake. According to the doctor, he has been asleep for a while now, but it seems like heâs starting to bring himself back to life. âHey, how are you feeling?â he asked stepping into the room.
Jonathan blinked when he saw a silhouette, further inspection proved that it was Wesley, well⌠he was bound to show up sometime. âI feel like⌠iâve been tortured -or wait I was.â he said with a half grin. He didnât take the torture all too badly, it was part of the work. He would have rather not get hurt, but that was part of the whole thing, he couldnât really say no. âHow⌠howâs Aidan?â he croaked, his throat now desperately in need of water yet he needed to ask first how the other was doing. âHis- his back?â He knew he got a lot of pain from what happened, almost five or so hours in a torture chamber, jeez. But Aidan, Aidan was shot in the back and his fingers were broken somehow, that was a different thing entirely.
Wesley shook his head, chuckling for more of Jonathanâs benefit than the fact that his statement was amusing. âYeah, you were tortured pretty bad. Congratulations though. You have joined the âI Survived Being Torturedâ club. We have buttons.â While the torture he once endured was nothing like Jonathanâs he figured that he would still get his point. âAidan is fine. I had just finished talking with him, actually. He has some injuries, but nothing to worry about.â Wesley looked down and shook his head. âHis back is⌠well the doctors donât know the full extent of the damage yet. But Aidan will be fine. That is what is important.â He took a seat next to Jonathan and noticed the little pitcher of water at his bedside. âDo you want anything? Water?â
Jonathan grinned, despite his⌠misgivings about Wesley and possible future thoughts about him, Jonathan felt he was a genuine guy somehow, right now though he appreciated the little banter. âI like buttons what else does the club has?â he asked before he coughed a bit and shook his head. Somehow, he hoped too that heâd get better - maybe the sun and sky would do better for him rather than a drab life in medical. He could even feel the gravity pull his skin down like an old man - and it wasnât even one week in. The agent pondered on those words for a moment before nodding, âWell⌠if heâs alive I guess thatâs the best thing that could happen?â he wasnât even sure about that even â- but at least Aidan still had a way to be able to do things rather than nothing. Division would still keep him hopefully⌠When Wesley spoke again, Jonathan sighed out of gratitude. âThat would be great.â he said before turning to the pitcher. Slowly he tried to climb up, but it seemed his body was rejecting the push of his arms on the bed as he flailed down still - âFuckâŚâ he breathed and turned back to the water⌠thatâs probably why there was a straw. âI feel like a total loserâŚâ he chuckled to himself rather dryly.
Wesley smiled at his joke, allowing himself to indulge in Jonathanâs silliness for the time being. He knew that a little lightheartedness in this given situation would not hurt. âThey also have t-shirts, but those are only for very dedicated members of the club. I donât advise you becoming one.â He was glad that Jonathan appeared to be in a good enough mood to joke around, but given his personality, Wesley knew that he was jokes first and seriousness later. He hid the gravity of the situation with humor, something Wesley knew had good and bad qualities. In this particular circumstance, he would allow him to cope with what happened to him the way he wanted, at least for now that is. âYes, that it true. And Aidan will definitely be alive.â He remembered the promise he made his technician. Wesley did not take any of his promises seriously, but this was the one he intended on keeping. He poured water for Jonathan, stuck a straw in there and brought it to his lips so he could drink. âYou are not a total loser, Jonathan. Perhaps only a slight one.â He smiled to let him know that it was only a joke. âDonât worry. Once youâre healed, you should be back to normal functions.â
Jonathan finally just shook his head - he was amused and it felt good, at least as a starter before they get to the well, worse details that were to come. âThatâs ⌠thatâs great -â he said, alive which was probably going to be in both ways, one would be âif alive from the missionâ and the next would be âif alive NOT to be cancelled..â. still Wesley didnât seem to be the type to let his agents die⌠From what Jason and Nathan told him before Jonathan should be wary of his handler⌠still, it would be bad rep for Wesley to have them killed somehow or not prove their worth right? Even in dying moments? Maybe he will keep Aidan alive, even if itâs just for personal gain. Jonathan shook his head visibly to shake the thoughts away. It wasnât right, nor the time to be questioning Wesley with things even he didnât understand on the whole. At least for now. âYeah, hopefully the sooner the better, I am tired of being in the bunkers, or just tired all in all.â he said giving a weak smile - âdo you- do you have any idea when the doctors would let me go or something? I donât have to go to the psych donât I?â he asked once he was finished with his drink.
Wesley nodded at him, understanding where he was coming from. Before he had been sent off on his mission, he was in the bunkers for a while, mainly to keep himself busy and Wesley suspected it was to prove his loyalty to Division. He was very upset about the fact they wouldnât let him keep his job and Wesley knew that eventually it would pass. It would have to. But perhaps it would be better if he talked to someone about it. He almost scoffed at the idea. Since when has talking about your feelings helped a situation. âThe doctors donât want to let you go until they are certain that there is no possible bleeding in your brain so a week or two. The psychiatrists will have to have a session with you to discuss the mission, but Iâll put that off for as long as possible. You should focus more on getting better physically than mentally for now.â Besides he still wasnât sure what to make of the trouble duo and he didnât want Jonathan talking to someone who might do him more harm than good. Also, he didnât want them implanting negative thoughts in his head that might ruin whatever was left of their already fragile relationship.
Jonathan made a face, not like it did a big difference in showing disgust since his face pretty much was disgusting at this precise time anyway. âI guess iâd understand thatâŚâ he shrugged, or as close to a shrug that he could do. After all, he wasnât that hard of a person to -not follow- the rules. He knew that it was important he stay in medical and talk to the psychs, even if he didnât want to. It was better not to fight it anyway - as long as he followed the rules -like he always did at times - then nothing would go wrong, at least nothing would go wrong with him or to him. The least he wanted was to find out heâd be cancelled for something as silly as not following a simple thing that ticked Division off. âI guess a few more days here wouldnât hurt.â he sighed before turning his eyes back to Wesley, âYou think Division isnât going to cancel me for this right?â he asked, clear curiosity in his voice. He just needed to know he would be staying in Division as an agent - as a living human being - then maybe he can go to sleep again.
Wesley smirked a little and nodded. âDonât worry, Jonathan, youâll be out of here before you know it.â Considering he would be asleep for most of that time, Wesley trusted that he wouldnât even realize how much time has gone by. He smiled at his recruit and shook his head. âDivision wonât cancel you, that much I can be certain. There is no long term damage to you and there is no reason for them to cancel you right now. You shouldnât worry about that.â He put the water down and stood up. âYou should rest. We can talk more when you feel up for it.â With that he started walking out the room, feeling another headache come on as he thought about all of the paperwork he would have to do for this mission.
Breaking Routine || Jonathan and Nathan || 07/23/2014
Finally he had gotten a well deserve rest from Division. Granted that his wound was still bad, sometimes he had to head over to his handler-neighbor the one who helped patch Emma up just to redo the bandages and stitches on his wound without having Division to check up on him or him having to fly back to Division. It's not like he could help it - that he was shot and that it would reopen anyway. Jonathan might be able to just stay at home and rest, but that doesn't mean he had to let himself stay still - after all, fresh air was back - or as fresh as it could be in Washington. As well as get the grocery, walk along the usual path, take the car etc.Â
It was getting to be a routine, especially after his moments in Division. Back then he had a job yes, and that at least took his mind off of the nightmare he was in. But now, it was just him and even as he tried to forget the wincing pain that shot up his leg, his arm as well as the look of the healing scars and pain on his whole body it wasn't as easy to forget. He could wish and hope that things would end, but it wouldn't at least not now - and if lucky, maybe Wesley would help him out find a schooling or anything that he could do to pass the time.
Right now, Jonathan was back from walking from the grocery, he was actually planning to ride his car- after all, it would have helped in emergencies if ever his body pained again, but he decided to just walk it out- it wasn't as far and if he was going to make his body strengthen and tolerate the pain this was it. What he wasn't expecting was on his way home a soccer ball got kicked and decidedly blast it's strength on thigh, normally it would have just hurt, but the force of it - something he just laughed off when the players looked at him - left him feeling a bit weak, he could feel blood coating the front of his jeans. "Fuck..." he breathed as he continued to - almost limply - walk back to his apartment. It was too far to visit Emma's handler, he could at least maybe see first if he himself could heal it.
Half limping back to his apartment, he hoped no one would stare at how awkwardly he moved with grocery bags in the front of his body rather than on the sides. After all, he had to hide the growing blood stain.
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I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life youâre proud of. If you find that youâre not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
Time Frame:Â Third day in Medical Division after the Mission: A Clockwork Orange
Word Count:Â 676
He woke up. This time he knew he was awake. The feeling of the drugs in his system had made him feel bitterly sleepy and yet he knew that he was definitely awake. He could distinguish the feelings of what he was observing, the cool sheets, clicking noises, murmurs, smell of a hospital, and the taste of one who needed to brush his teeth, or at least gargle.Â
He was alive.
Fuck him.
Fuck him and everything around him.
He was alive.
The higher up probably had something for him to finish to do, what was that someone told him? Was it his grandmother? "God placed you in this world to do something, if you haven't done that - you haven't finished your life yet." Shit, he'd never die if that was the case. If Jonathan was able to turn around to get a better sleeping position he would, but then the prick in his arm signaled one of the numerous tubes in him, not to mention the oxygen that was on his face, making it impossible for him to move properly, and comfortably.
Soon enough, a redhead nurse came by to check up on him, and she almost had her tablet fall as her brown eyes met his. He could only afford a small smile, going 'hey i'm alive---'. She probably didn't think he would wake up soon, or even be alive - lucky him. But then she snapped back at being one of those Division nurses and continued to help him out, not before asking so many questions that he could only shake his head. "Not now... uh --" he didn't know her name and she didn't seem to have a name tag on..."uh- cough- maybe later?" he said, wheezing at the end, he just woke up - he felt like shit, and she wanted to talk to him that fast already?
The nurse seemed to suddenly realize what was going on and she nodded fretfully before leaving, his area, probably calling the doctor or something. This gave Jonathan a little bit more time into his thoughts.
"I haven't finished something I should do... huh." he thought to himself. Now that he was up and about, or as up and about a bedridden man was - all his troubles came back to him tenfold, most of which came from that weird dream he had when there were multitude of people working on him, and another was the fact that he was in Division, that there was a girl probably waiting or not - for him, that he had to say sorry somehow. That if lucky and if the opportunity presented itself, maybe, maybe he could suck it up somehow and start back on the probabilities.
The probability that he was going to go get his friend back, if ever. The fact that he was going to get back into his working normal life - sadly. Back to his reports, to his lonely apartment. Back to definitely just being alive.
He wondered if Emma knew he was there, in Division, he wondered if she knew that he was on a mission - he wondered if he would see her or if she cared. If Emma was the one on a mission, would he be there for her? Definitely. He would be there as long as it takes in Division, even if he knew undercover assassins had to take more days, weeks even off Division - he would wait as long as it takes just so he would be able to see Emma, wait for her.Â
That was a part of his own responsibility to her, maybe not ... not as anyone important, but because he does need her somehow. Despite the fact that they weren't in the best of terms, he does need her.Â
Sighing, he let his troubles ebb for the moment as the doctor came in to check on him.Â
Jonathan definitely had a lot of things to do still once he got back up and running... for now though he would let himself rest and all. At least he deserved that.
Time Frame:Â First day in Medical Division after the Mission: A Clockwork Orange
Word Count: 682
His whole body somehow burned, burned because of the pain, and yet as fast as it did in spurts of pain, did he feel that he was being lulled to sleep - drugs, medicine, he told himself. Why was that answer so easy to bring into his head? Maybe because he wasn't used to it - or maybe because he was dying and was turning into some being of greatness. A sad sorry chuckle formed in his head as he was able to fully awaken, or at least awaken as much as he could.Â
The fact of the matter was, he was alive in every sense of the word, and he was partially thankful for it - because it meant that he was alive, it meant that... his heart gripped in front of him, he could feel his heart squeeze itself out of pain, maybe it was the medicine, or just him in his realization. His life would continue to be this sorry piece of limbo, where his limbs were technically out for slaughter as he was just some soldier that could die any day. Maybe technically he was, although like anyone else, definitely not willingly. At least in this scenario.Â
This was his life and what was going to be his life, again and again. It was a miserable thing to think about. He had of course thought about this before - but that didn't mean that it was easy to think about, funny how for some reason it seemed to smash into him pretty fast. The possibility of having no life because of Division, the possibility that this would happen to him again, that he was just an agent to be thrown into the world of corruption and murder for the sake of some 'justice' he knew little to nothing about. Then would be made good as new after some days at medical and rest - and then excruciating periods of boredom and concern as life passed him and he was doing nothing for months at a time. Then, then again with being back to Division for the possibility of a mission.
A circle that he wanted to desperately try to avoid still. He wanted to stay true to himself, but outside factors seem to be able to easily stop him. Not to mention that he himself was feeling as if there was no more future for him. That his life was a sorry piece of carousel that had nothing to do, but train, sulk, and kill, train, sulk and kill again and again and again the loop would go on, and in between, there was him, one agent - one person, unsure and maybe even possibly scared.
No not scared he would die, but scared that he would lose himself. After all... Jonathan Mourriland wasn't like any other killer... He wasn't that out of hope for himself, he had a family somewhere...Â
Maybe.. maybe it was just the drugs in his system.. maybe right now he wasn't really awake despite the feeling that his senses were picking up their observations. maybe this was just a place wherein he was thinking too much, maybe.. maybe things would get better.
Maybe.
That was something he can hope, something he can only do for now hope -and despite the fact there may be or may not be some higher power in the sky that would listen to him, hopefully he would still have that hope. Funny how it all came to that simple four letter word. It was the only thing that kept on wilting and living in his mind - and he knew how dangerous it was to let that hope all die down - maybe, just maybe... he could close his eyes again, metaphorically or not - and see what he could do. Maybe if he hoped, there would be a light for him.
Out of his field of feeling and vision - multiple doctors and nurses were working on him, he was strong enough to live, physically, but mentally and emotionally, he was not, and that was the reason why his heart might be close to stopping it's beating....
Emma didnât like being in Division for any longer than she had to, but with Jonathan there, she wanted to linger around for a bit. Besides, it was better if she was being âproductiveâ for Division than doing something bad that might get her injured right? At least thatâs what sheâs been saying to make herself feel like she wasnât there just for him. But the thing was she was there just for him. She didnât care about training recruits or wanting to help Division. She wanted Jonathan or at least to be near him and if she was going to have to be stuck there then so be it.
She was being slightly more subtle about seeing him, only going to medical when she or one of the recruits sheâs training gets injured, which is almost every day with her going hard on them. They need to be toughened up though and a little blood never hurt anyone. She had a slight sprain in her wrist, however, so she went to the doctor to get it check up. As she stepped in a nurse smiled at her and gave her a jacket and keys.
"Heâs ready when you are. We already told him that heâs good to go." Emma blinked, not understanding what she was saying. "What?" But the nurse left and Emma went into Jonathanâs room to ask him if she knew what was going on. But as she stepped inside, she figured it out. Jonathan was leaving today and she was apparently volunteered to take him home.
Jonathan didn't know how much more in terms of time would he stay in Division. He had wanted out a week or so ago and because of the mission he was forced to stay in. Not like he could go anywhere anyway... He was a bit glad though that he was already allowed to start moving two days ago - that at least lightening up his mood. The redhead nurse who probably had a crush on him didn't want him to leave. after her /very/ tender attendance to him it wasn't a secret... but the doctor was adamant that he did leave - probably because the doctor had a crush on the redhead or whatever. Still the possibility that he was able to finally stand up gave him more strength.Â
He was in one of his trying to move moments as he walked slowly, the ECG cables wrapping him up to test his heart if it was steady enough. A part of him was no doubt glad that Division had a lot of medical supplies - very high end for these cases, it gave him a saving grace that at least they would try to work and bring their agents back to life rather than find them expendable to kill them just as easily.Â
When he was in his nth time to walk around and stretch, the redhead nurse watching him with intensity, he saw someone from above the fogged up part of the window - his height definitely helping him. He stopped all his exercise movements and headed towards his door way smiling when he saw her - the smile fell almost instantly when he remembered they were fighting - him standing up and all might probably bring more awkwardness. Still he tried to be cordial -"Emma... hey." he smiled at her, not so much as meeting her eyes.
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 Halle quickly jumped back up to shut off the lights, only leaving on Jonathanâs bedside lamp. She silently scolded herself for not thinking to do so as soon as she had entered the room. His eyes were practically swelled shut. She knew adjusting to the bright, fluorescent lights of the hospital were going to take some time. Halle let out a quiet laugh. âWell, Iâm glad you donât mind me being here. I couldnât find a nurse anyway. I sprained my wrist during training today.â She told him. Halle almost cringed at the thought of Jona being tortured and felt silly for complaining about a sprained wrist.  Her problems were minute compared to the mountains of troubles he was currently dealing with.
âDivision has definitely been an adjustment for me, but Iâm learning. Iâm mostly working on getting my endurance up. I couldnât even run a mile when I first got here. Iâm still pretty slow, but at least I can run the full thing without stopping now.â She said smiling. Halle was rather proud of her progress. âYou donât have to stay up and talk to me, you know? You probably need your rest.â Halle felt awful for keeping Jonathan both awake and talking, especially after she witnessed how much trouble he had doing the latter. âIâm glad your okay though.â Halle thought about how odd that statement was. She didnât even know Jona, but yet she was genuinely relieved that he was okay. She felt at ease and comfortable with the man and her hand rested so easily in his. âI really donât want to bother you.â She explained.Â
It was though not to blink, but the dimness of the light helped big time for the agent. He watched the angel -- well in this case, the one with the face of an angel close his lights and silently sit back next to him. He breathed better, knowing there was at least someone. "Sprained wrist?" he blinked again. "There's... there's a hot compress area on the sink beside me..." he said as he tried to angle his head towards the sink. It wasn't much, since he wasn't a doctor or a nurse or anything in the medical area apart from a possibility of knowing first aid, but the hot compress would work. "What time is it? Maybe the nurse will come check on me in a while and you can ask her for help - they might be busy." he continued on saying after all the talking helped him very much. At least before he drained himself of energy again. "A sprain feels really bad, you have to take care of yourself while doing sparring not everyone is nice enough to help you out when starting on it. They'd do their best to kick you down and prove they're stronger."
"Endurance is smart thing to do, I don't have to lesson you..." he drifted away and started to cough a bit but then relaxed. "If I was okay I would go and jog with you to help you run a mile and more." he tried to give a smile, hopefully to Halle's eys it would look like a smile. "No, no don't leave." he said as he tried to find the right words. "I mean, it's okay you're here, unless you have something else to do? Talking with someone makes it easier to forget the pain, or the drugs Division pump into me." he said with a soft smile. "And I just woke up, who knows how long I'd get to sleep here doing nothing."
"Huh, I'm glad i'm okay too." he said again with another smile before sighing. "Well, no- you're not bothering, actually - can I ask one more favor? Can you get me some water? I'm sorry for putting it on a stranger, but... I'm a bit tied up." he chuckled weakly, hating himself for being like this when all he wanted to was to get up again soon. The only saving grace was at least he knew he was weak and trying to get up would be worse.
 âIâm no angel. Believe me.â Halle gave an exasperated sigh. âAnd youâre not dead either - just in the hospital wing at Division.â Halle looked around the small room. Everything was white, everything was clean, and everything was cold. Halle could feel the goosebumps rising on her arms. âI just thought you could use a little comfort, honestly. I didnât think you were awake.â She paused. âThat makes it weirder, doesnât it?â A sliver of laughter escaped her lips. âHow you holding up?â She asked. The blonde thought maybe she should just excuse herself and seek the attention she had originally come for, but how could she just leave him alone?
âMind if I pull up a chair?â She asked, but did so before he could answer and quietly slipped her hand back into his. Surely if he didnât want it there he would ask her to move it, right? At least that was Halâs line of thinking. She didnât know much about Jonathan. She actually knew next to nothing besides the fact that he was a Division agent. Even so, she wasnât going to let him sit in the hospital wing in pain all alone. There was comfort in company and Halle nominated herself to be the one to help. A brief thought crossed her mind and again Halle wondered if she were overstepping her boundaries. Here she was, a stranger in the truest sense of the word, offering her hand as though the two had known each other their whole lives.Â
He chuckled for a bit before moving his arm back properly. "You look like one, believe me-" he said, using the same words she had used. "Do you mind.. if you, you know, close the lights? Just here where my eyes would be - sorry it's just really blinding." he said with a small smile, it was the only actions his body would afford to make him move. "Comfort, from an almost-total-stranger?" he asked, his voice still soft. "I'll take it. Any kind of comfort is fine, after a good part of my life was getting tortured and in the future I'm sure I'd get tortured more, comfort goes a long way, so thank you." The agent tried to shift in his position and yet found it hard to do so, with a sigh he just continued to talk. "I sometimes don't know if I'm awake. Sometimes I feel like i'm just dreaming because I can't move, the only time I know I'm really awake is if I am talking to someone animatedly like now." He took the chance to open his eyes a little bit again, now adjusted to the surroundings. Although he still couldn't open them that far as they still swelled.
"It does seem weird yeah, but thanks still - and no, sure-" he started in regards about the chair until of course he could hear the scraping of it's legs on the floor. Plus the fact the hand in his left, it felt as if there was a cold feeling when it was gone, when it came back, he felt it was easier to breathe again. He wondered why, there was a good sense that the hand in his wasn't the hand he was used to, and yet because of so many complications, his fears, his uncertainty - his argument with Emma, his - his battle with himself that now involves things that he never thought he would do - a small comfort, a hand it all made him feel so much better and he owed this girl a good part of his gratitude. It was hard not to feel warm inside.
The agent took a few breaths to get his bearing before starting up a conversation. "How are you holding up in Division? I've stayed here for a good while the whole June, but I guess I just didn't see you that much. Are things going well?" he asked.
Jonathan felt everything was cold. But it wasnât the bad kind of cold like what he felt when he was doused in ice water. It was a melodic kind of cold, cool air, and a definitely lovely cool blanket on top of him, making him want to snuggle it. Problem was, he couldnât feel like he could move. It felt so hard to move any part of his body - his breathing though he could feel steady, seemed to be something else entirely. He could smell, he could smell the scent of hospital works, the oyxgen talk, slowly, he started to feel a little bit more⌠the prickle in his arms where a good amount of IVâs and others were placed, slowly, he felt that it was painful to actually breathe properly. He tried to open his eyes but everything was so bright⌠was he in Division? Was he safe now? The only thing he could do but a groan, he felt too tired to do anything else, and groaning was the only way to release a bit of the pain still flowing through him.
Emma heard about the mission when the boys were brought back to Division. She couldnât believe that Jonathan had went on a mission for so long without her knowing. She hadnât even heard about his activation. Well she had skirted away from him for the past few weeks, so that could explain it. Still, she wanted to know that he was okay. She may still hate him, but she wanted to know that he was safe and sound. When the doctors left, she peeked into his room and was shocked by what she saw. He hardly even looked like Jonathan. His face was disfigured and she couldnât even see what other wounds he had on his body. She bit her lip and wanted to stay but she knew that she might get in trouble. So instead she lingered in Division, teaching recruits and checking up on Jonathan whenever she was free. She had just got out of the shower when she made her way to his room, her hair still damp as she sat by his bed for a while. When she heard him groan, she shot out of her chair and went to his side. âJonathan?â
Jonathan heard something and it felt like someone was banging on his ear. âShhh- too loud.â he croaked as he kept his eyes closed, who was this person? He canât recallâŚ. He was trying to pull his arm up to cover his eyes from the bright light of what was probably the medical but his limbs only had limited movement⌠another groan, one of irritation rather than pain. The agent side before turning his head towards the voice, but couldnât help wincing at the pain. âAiâ Aidan, is he safe?â he asked. There was literally nothing he could do, everything hurt, the only good feeling he had is that the cold sheets felt nice. That he felt he was safe but for how long maybe?
Emma smirked a little, remembering when Amanda had gone to her apartment when she was hungover and said the same thing. Of course this was a completely different situation. She turned off some of the lights for him, leaving on the ones that were farthest away from him. âThere is that better?â she asked him softly. She blinked. She hadnât even thought about Aidan. âUm, I donât know. I think heâs okay though. But how are you Yohan?â She took his hand in hers and ran her finger over his knuckles, her touch as soft as she manage. She didnât want to cause him anymore pain. She bit on her bottom lip as she looked at him. How could she not know about his mission? She hadnât even said goodbye.
Jonathan moved his head back. If he was able to blink he could have but alas his face was only able to at least move his mouth, and his neck - his eyes felt like it was shut tight and bruising. It wasnât a good feeling. âYeah thanks.â he croaked, his already low voice, lowering more with the rugginess the pain brought. âGood. Good heâs fine..â he whispered before taking the time to breathe. He wasnât able to register the name calling him until he actually was able to process it. âEmma?â he said, his voice conveying shock and gratitude. His brain said he was smiling, although his face physically - probably- said he was grimacing. âYou didnât have to see me like thisâŚâ The agent was grateful he wasnât able to open his eyes, he didnât want to see Emma⌠not after everything, both for his sake and hers. Of course there was a big part wherein he was thankful, and he was glad she was there - but after everything, Jonathan just wanted to dig himself a hole and never resurface⌠he should probably apologize⌠and yet it wouldnât leave his lips. The worries in his head stayed as he felt her small hands hold his, it was funny now that he thought about it - her hands were more calloused than him, more rough- probably from her biking, but it felt good anyway, felt warm. Jonathan could say nothing else regarding their relationship whatever it was but to quietly, gently, squeeze her hand that held his. A squeeze that conveyed his emotion, hopefully she would understand at least a part of it.
Emma bit her bottom lip as she looked at him, wishing that she could somehow take away some of his pain. She had never been a position like this, where she had to watch her friend being hurt. She was the one who got hurt, not her friends, and especially not the boys she cared most about. âYeah. Yeah itâs me.â The look on his face was strange, but she figured it was supposed to be a smile of some sort. She laughed softly and shook her head. âPlease, Yohan. Iâve seen my fair share of beat up faces. Yours doesnât bother me.â But it did. In her heart she knew that it did. Because she should have been there to get him out of whatever problem he was having. She should have helped him somehow. She knew that she couldnât, but she should have tried. She felt him squeeze her hand and she looks down at them, smiling to herself. Her hand was so small compared to his. âIâm glad youâre alive, Jonathan. If you hadnât made it backâŚâ She trailed off, not wanting to think about that right now. Division was supposed to be watching them. She shouldnât have even been there. But how could they expect her to just forget about him when he came back hurt.
Jonathan twisted his lip up in a smile when he was sure it was Emma. Even though he still wasnât that confident in meeting her, especially in his state and what he had been through, he let himself be selfish and have his friend by his side at this time without judging or feeling bad. âIâm glad Iâm back too.â he croaked. Even though he wasnât in the best of wellbeing he was glad he was back. Alive - getting tortured was a bonus. âHeyâ he squinted his already closed eyes before talking again. âIf I didnât make it back then thereâs no one to argue with you huh?â he said, his joke half stabbing him and half making him feel like an idiot. But it was the truth, he could not deny that truth that they were not on the best of terms. âSorry - itâs just,â he started but then sighed again, he really couldnât find it in himself, at least now - to say he was at fault, because stubborn as it might be, even if he was at fault, it wasnât only him. âIâm glad youâre hereâŚâ the agent just said. Now knowing what else to say for the moment.
Emma smiled softly at him as she continued to run her thumb over his knuckles. She scooted closer to him and rested her head against his arm, hoping that she wasnât applying too much pressure so that it hurt him. She missed his hugs. Part of her selfishly wished he could give her a hug right then and apologize for everything that happened. She didnât react at his joke, not finding as funny as he might have. âIâm sure I can fight with someone else. But who else would be able to tickle me and get away with it. Or give me super strong hugs.â She sighed against him and remembered what Amanda told her. âIâm glad Iâm here too.â She wished she could to more than just be there. She wanted to do something for him. To make him feel better or even rebuild the bridge that she had burned down, but she didnât know how and she wasnât sure if she was ready to forgive him yet. What he said cut her deeply and she didnât want him to see how vulnerable she still was.
Jonathan let her near him despite what he felt. After all, he could feel she wasn't really going to forgive him any time soon, but he took the solace. "Okay..." he said softly as he let her put her weight on him, wishing it could have been more but he knew he was weak. "I'm going to go and sleep again, stay here as long as you can alright?" he said still softly as he slowly fell back into unconsciousness. This time felt better though, despite everything at least they were both together.
Mistaken Angel || Halle and Jonathan || 07/03/2014
When Halle regained consciousness she couldnât see anything except for the bright lights of the gym and a few silhouettes belonging to her fellow recruits. She struggled to remember what had caused her to blackout. Her head throbbed and her forearm ached. She was scared to move it and even less, look at it. The smirk on another recruitâs face revealed the story. Halle had been knocked out. She knew she wasnât ready to spar with anyone yet. She was practically still new to Division. Already so, she was learning to toughen up. A discreet flip of her finger was flicked towards the leering recruit as Halle decided it was time to regain what little dignity she had left and pick herself up off the mat.
That was a bad idea. Halle let out a yelp of pain and grasped her left arm denying the tears that were welling in her eyes their request for freedom. She would not cry in front of those who wished to see her weak. She refused. Â She continued with her training because she had no other choice. One hit on a dummy showed just how inept Halle truly was at that moment. She couldnât even fight an inanimate object. Â It wasnât long until a passing guard noticed as well. He commanded her to medical and she didnât need be told twice. She hurried from the room and headed straight there. From her wrist up was killing her and Halle had sneaking suspicion it was, at the very least, sprained.
âHello? Hello?â She called out when she had arrived. Unfortunately, she didnât see anyone around that could help. The curtains were drawn most everywhere, but Halle thought it best to look for the attending and receive medical attention. She wasnât prepared for what she saw next. Jonathan Mourriland was covered in bruises and bandages. They had only shared one conversation, but Halle hated seeing him in such a condition. The realization of what Division was and what could happen here became all too real for Halle. She had the overwhelming sensation to run, but instead walked towards Jonathanâs hospital bed and gently rested her hand over his. Halle was a firm believer in comforting the wounded and weak. Her mother had always told her it could work miracles.Â
This time, he woke up to no pain, but his head was as foggy as the london arc where Jack the Ripper lived. After possible his numerous lapses and everything after waking up, he was injected with so much just to handle the pain. Still the pain were only skin deep, a bit deeper at some since he could swear the doctor said it was good it didn't puncture his bones or something. He was worried more about Aidan and his back, now that was something else entirely and he was scared for the other guys future.
He wanted to settle back to sleep, but again, he could feel that the world wanted to blind him - then he felt a hand hold his... he almost jolted if he wasn't used to Emma holding his hand like that - but then, the hand didn't feel like Emma's...it was longer or something. He tried top open his eyes and couldn't help but blink at the bright light that was roaring on him - the medical wing really should just close the lights on his part.
As he opened his eyes, his heart almost stopped literally. He wasn't feeling any pain when he woke up. It was unnaturaly calm, it was cold (the only normal thing), and it was damn bright - and there was this blonde beauty looking down at him, a halo of bright golden hair amidst the striking white of medicals lighting. "You look like an angel..." he said a bit unwarily "Fuck I'm not dead am I?" he said, thoroughly shocked. It was a bit out of character for him to think about but with the certain circumstances given, he might as well be. Squinting still, he hoped it was really just the medical light and not afterlife.
 Emma was about done with this girlâs shit. She may be drunk but she obviously couldnât take the hint. She clenched her fist and glared at her. âExcuse you,â she said as she shoved her on the shoulder. If she was taller, she was sure that she would have been able to look more intimidating, but that didnât matter. She assumed that the look in her eyes was enough for go-away-Mae to get the hint. âHeâs not your anything. And you canât own him. So why donât you sip away whatever problems you have and stop being a clingy ho.â She wasnât like normal girls who used words to hurt people, but she didnât want to get Jonathan in trouble so sheâd have to deal with words this time around.
As he dragged her away, she was grateful that she was now far away from the tramp. She didnât want to get any ideas about picking a fight with her right then and there. She got a little scared of his words at first, but then he changed and the next thing she knew she was enveloped in a bear bug. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, glad that he wasnât angry with her. âSorry I followed you. But, Iâm glad that youâre not angry with me.â She buried her head in his shirt, smelling the familiar smell that she had already lost from the sweater that she took from him. With a mischievous smirk, she looked up at him. âSo? Girlfriend huh?âÂ
"Aaand we have to go." he said in a sing song voice as he pulled Emma away from the woman and gave a 'sorry' look to Mae hoping she would in every possible term try to understand. "I'll get back to you." he mouthed to Mae over Emma's head to at least make her not fight back, two customers would probably make his head roll out of the bar without hesitance. As he turned towards the rear area to talk to Emma, he jolted his head towards Ezio, a signal to say "that he'd be back to his customer, so cover for me a while." Sighing when everything was well and done he could only really thank everything he could that he was able to pull Emma away in time. With her skills the pretty woman would be beaten into a pulp or a catfight, whichever was first.
His hug to her was in no way malicious, it was a friendly hug or at least that was what he failed to realize at first because of his oh so need to get away and to have any excuse possible. He grinned and coughed, unsure on what he was going to say before shuffling his hair out of uncertainty. "Yeah, well as long as Division doesn't know yeah?" He said, a mischiveous look in his eyes as he laughed and hugged Emma again using one arm to envelope her shoulder. "Come on, grab a seat somewhere and I'll serve you something." he went back inside the bar area, leaving Emma to sit in front of him. "Just wait for me for like... ten minutes to clear everything with Mae and my boss and we'll see if I can have tomorrow off early so we can go out on a date and have dinner somewhere, who knows I owe you some time for us to get together again-" he laughed again, the normalcy of the situation making him not think about the possible repercussions.
With that he gave another charming smile and served a drink at Emma before pulling on his bowtie and going inside to talk to his boss.
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 Emma looked between the two of them, not entirely sure if this was supposed to be his friend out of work or a nuisance. If it was a friend, sheâd stay away. If not, she would take great pleasure in telling her to keep her distance. As he caught her, she tried to push down the little green monster that was threatening to come out. You donât own him Carick. He can catch whoever he wants. Even if it is a blond tramp. âI um⌠yeah, I kinda did. Sorry, but I was bored and you wouldnât tell me where you were going.â She smiled at him, glad that he wasnât mad at her like she thought he might be. As the ho began talking again she turned to glare at her.
"Your bartender? Unless you own the bar, he doesnât belong to you." Who did this bitch think she was? If Jonathan didnât do something, she would put her in her place, most likely with her fists. She smiled a little when Jonathan took a step away from the girl (even her name made her sound like a redneck in her momâs old hometown) and toward her. She smiled at him, glad that he wasnât dating the bimbo but was quickly caught off guard by his words.
"Oh, Iâm notâŚ" She trailed off. Whatâs so wrong in him calling her his girlfriend.. They most definitely werenât so there wasnât any harm in it. Besides, she didnât want to admit that she liked that he called her that. "Iâm not planning on leaving for a while. Itâll be a bit more than five minutes," she said with a little smile toward Mae. Let her spend some time with her boyfriend. That sounded so weird.
Shaking his head, he wondered if Mae wasn't here and Jonathan didn't need a saving grace - that he might actually get a bit put out. This place was his place that was far away from Division, at least that was what he told himself. He wouldn't have to meet just anyone and he could forget the hardships and trouble that Division has inflicted on him. Still, it wouldn't be so bad not to have Emma there, at least, as long as she didn't do anything too bad then or anything that would jeopardize him in his work. Right now it was probably how her fuming face wanted to punch someone, hopefully it was him and not his customer, that would be very bad.
"Yes he is mine!" she called out loudly not enough to stir everyone, but at least within the area The alcohol going to her head made Mae feel a little bit more reckless and courageous. "He's always been my barternder right?" she said, trying to pose something akin to sexy as she crossed her legs and slumped herself towards the bar. Jonathan looked at her, feeling a bit sorry - to think it was still just afternoon and this drama was going on.
Jonathan looked at Emma a bit worried, worried if she didn't go along with his plan. "Yes Mae, I-- I'll always be here to serve you behind the desk. Please excuse me for a moment - just a moment, please." he said as he took Emma's hand and hurried over towards a different part of the bar, far enough for Mae not to even go to. It was probably the best seeing as both girls were ready to wrestle either each other or him.
When they were in the safe area, Jonathan looked down at Emma and sighed. "I should be really pissed you came here..." he started, "but I'm glad you did too." without warning he leaned down to hug Emma tightly. It didn't seem to be too bad to share his solace with his best friend after all.
 Emma was getting sick and tired of this place. She would never dare say that she hated bars, but as she walked around like a lonely loser looking for a boy that may or may not even be in the building, she felt ridiculous. She should keep her curiosity in check and not bother with this anymore. Jonathan was a common name. There could be three Jonathans there and neither of them could be her Jonathan. As she realized this, she let out a groan of frustration and continued to search for his head of brown hair.
"Jonathan!" Emma turned around at the sound of his name, hoping to see him, but unfortunately it was the other Jonathan. Glaring at him, she continued walking around until she gave up and sat at the bar. He wasnât there. All of that effort and he wasnât even there. "Hey can I get a pint of Stella?" she asked the guy behind the counter. As she asked she noticed someone from the corner of her eye. She glanced over there and smiled when she realized it was Jonathan. But her smile fell immediately when she saw some blond ho pinning him against the bar. She didnât know whether she wanted to punch her or run away. The beer appeared in front of her and Emma took it before walking to where Jonathan was.
"Am I interrupting something?" she asked as she looked them both over. If this chick tried something, Emma wouldnât pause to beat the shit out of her.
Jonathan had to laugh weakly as he looked around, not panicking - oh no, it would be any guys dream to have pretty women pin them about. But this wasn't really the best while-at-work decorum that he was supposed to be in. Moving towards the side, he could only smile charmingly as Mae seemed to continue to want to pin him. "Is there something else I can assist with? Is there like a broken glass I wasn't able to pick up?" he asked, knowing that it was a stupid thing to say, especially since he was in quite the thick shoes and glass shards would be the least of his worries.
Mae continued to look at him, and he could feel the breath of the alcohol from the woman about ten times clearer at such a near pace rather than when he was safely behind the bar. "Is there something in my face? I could you know go and wash it out back." he smiled again, this time a little bit wavering in his smile. "No, no--" she answered her hand almost touching his face. "It's just, you remind me of my first--"Â
/Am I interrupting something?/
Maybe it was due to the alcohol or whatever that Mae jolted for a small moment, jolted enough to make her almost fall and that Jonathan had that duty to catch her. "Hey - Emma --" he started "Oh my god, what are you doing here? Did you follow me?" he started to say, but rather than get mad or anything, he was actually laughing as he set the older woman on a chair. This was going to be perfect.
Mae straightened herself up and looked at the girl in front of her. "Yes you were interrupting a private session with me and my bartender here. Right?" she asked him, her glare both wanting to get mad at him and will him to come with her. For a small moment, Jonathan felt bad for what he was going to do, but still...
Placing his hand on Mae's shoulder he smiled. "I'll always have time for you as my customer you know." he said softly. "I'll take care of you when you need to in regarding your problems, and as a bartender is, I'll listen to you..." he stepped away from her as he moved towards Emma, her face seeming to still fume.
"I'll treat you to a scotch when I get back. For now though, forgive me, even for at least five minutes. I'll just have to attend to my girlfriend first." he smiled sadly at Mae and looking down at Emma, hoping she'd go along.Â
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