Tess Mercer (
have_no_mercy) wrote2016-11-25 02:32 pm
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When they leave Milliways, Tess and Jim enter what looks very much like an elevator. That's because it is. Steel all around with a camera up in one corner.
Smile, Jim, you're on TessTV!
She presses the button for the top floor and then waits.
Smile, Jim, you're on TessTV!
She presses the button for the top floor and then waits.
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And it wasn't the easiest of transitions.
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Would anyone want them to? Perhaps they're hideous.
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"I've never asked, but she's little more than twelve years old emotionally. Manhunter is significantly older."
Which means Tess and the other women of the League are a bit protective of the girl.
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He fully understands why that would be wrong. Besides, you can't repopulate a planet or species with two people. Not healthily. Someone should really point that out to people who insist on following the Bible to a T. Adam and Eve? Really?
Mind you, it would explain the worldwide bred-in stupidity.
He looks back at Mars. It might be a mess, but he still wants to get his hands on it.
'What happened to the rest of them, then?'
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Tess can make guesses, but that's all they are.
"They were somewhat engaged in civil war, so it's possible that caused it."
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Shoddy.
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Even his backwardass planet can send probes to Mars, for God's sake. It's impossible they can't have known of the existence of a whole two species living up there.
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"It seems this all took place before we had any kind of technology. We never knew they existed. It's possible time travel was involved."
She huffs out a short laugh.
"Hell, I didn't even believe in aliens until one walked up and smacked me in the face."
You know, literally.
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He sighs, and goes to find the bow again.
'I don't know why you needed a smack in the face from an alien, but I suppose you must have deserved it for something.'
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No, really. But Jim looks so disappointed about, well, everything right now, it almost makes her want to do something to cheer him up. Almost.
"Are you ready to go back?"
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Eh. Possibly for the best. He wanders to the window and kneels on the ledge to look out, pressing fingertips to the glass.
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Not that he seemed it before, but she doesn't pretend to know how his mind works.
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He turns his head, and smirks at her.
'As long as I can get you in the mood, you'd enjoy yourself. And you know I can.'
He looks back at the outside, and adds, 'if I was to just walk out of in here, and go play out there, would you have me killed?'
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Which is how it seems to her.
"You can't get past the elevator. And even if you could, no. I'd have you returned."
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'What makes you think I'm not getting anything out of it?'
He turns, and sits with his back against the glass.
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"You must be, or you wouldn't do it, but I can't think of what it could be. You're... disassociated, somehow."
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'I'm permanently disassociated, darling. It's apparently a side effect of being, you know-'
Batshit insane. She'll get that from his vague wave of the hand, right?
'What you really mean is that I don't get off. You shouldn't take it personally. I am about ninety per cent queer, after all.'
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Yes, she gets it.
"I actually didn't mean that at all."
She gets that, too. She's not Sherlock.
"But if not that, what do you get out of it?"
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'Why would you ask me questions you don't want the answer to?'
Maybe she doesn't know she doesn't want the answer yet.
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"What, it's to shut me up? Or am I a passable distraction at times?"
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Yes yes, he got what she really meant. Jim shrugs.
'You're a passable distraction, yes, that's part of it. You're a good lay. I don't mind your company, when you're not being boring. You'd be more fun if you cut loose more, but far be it from me to dictate how you live.'
None of this is the real reason, which is far more childish. But it doesn't distract from the fact that he does like her! As much as he likes anyone.
'You're a strong woman, with a lot of power, a lot of influence, and the potential to do a lot of damage. I like turning you into a quivering wreck.'
Also not the real reason. Not quite. He's fine with her believing it if she wants to, but he's really just teasing to see what she'll do.
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"You can do better."
Not than her, that's not what she means at all. Although he probably could in that sense. She means the reason.
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He gets up and walks towards her, eyeing her up and down.
'What does it matter, anyway? You like getting off, you're not going to get emotionally involved with me - though I think you'd love to with somebody - and I can give you what you need. What else is important?'
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Now she's more curious than ever.
"It's too good to be true. Someone who focusses entirely on me and doesn't want strings. There has to be a wrinkle in there somewhere."
She doesn't even want to ask if he means a specific someone because then she might get annoyed.
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