#coda.start

klara could feel the world spinning around her. she saw him, she knew she saw him. her father. he was supposed to be dead, she saw him shot right before her eyes. but there he was standing in the window of a shop just staring at her. observing her, like he used to do. memories rushed back to her about her childhood, ones she tried to forget about him and everything that happened. her knees almost buckled out from under her as she tried to make it back to the hotel. she ducked into an alleyway right next to their hotel in an attempt to catch her breath. but no matter how many deep breaths she took she still felt dizzy. her heart was still racing. finally, she gave in, sinking to the ground as she tried to control her breathing and the tears welling up in her eyes.

          great. it was just like levi to make him doubt himself, even after he’d just won. bobby sat at the front of the plane, going over a few, last minute, briefing documents before they deplaned in crete. fuck all. he thought to himself. what if he wasn’t ready for this? “aw hell,” he huffed, “guess it’s bad practice to drink, huh?” he asked, more to himself than anyone else, and closed the briefing documents. 

          quite frankly, bobby was insulted that he hadn’t been asked to don a stripper costume himself. the girls looked great, he certainly wasn’t denying that, but he’d be a lot more at home showing off his body than trying to keep his eyes down while all of the beautiful women and their oh-so-intriguing (and cash heavy) clients oogled them and made suggestive comments. some people got to have all the fun... “you know,” he murmured, half teasing when his nearest teammate was within earshot, “all this wall flower shit is startin’ to bruise my ego. it’s in my contract that i need constant attention. preferably positive, but i’ll take anything i can get at this point.” he gave them a sideways glance, a smirk settling across his features. “wanna give me a hand? some flattering words, perhaps?”

“i can’t say i’m the biggest fan of sitting around doing nothing when someone was shot a couple rooms away.” klara said as she assembled and disassembled the small hand gun on the table. she needed to concentrate and the mindless task of putting together the gun she had done countless times helped. “if it has something to do with us we should know.”