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[quote][b]Denali (Oct 30, 2004 08:38 p.m.):[/b] They stayed together the entire day. He ate breakfast with her, then lunch, and then dinner. In between meals they roamed the hallways, sat for awhile in one of the common areas, watched a few hours of the broadcasts on television. Neither said much-- Mode was just quiet, and Kat wasn't much of a conversationalist-- but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Evening came, and with it the approach of lights-out, and Kat wasn't sure what to do anymore. Last night had been an emergency, and he had taken her in because she was in danger. Today... today, she hadn't seen the Man at all, and although she was apprehensive about returning to her own room, she couldn't very well claim that she was about to be attacked. She didn't know. And she didn't know if Mode would care. Their silence turned awkward, then, as he walked back to his room and she followed slowly, slightly behind him. She wanted to ask and she wanted not to have to ask at all, and indecision made her hyperaware of everything. She jumped when a door closed near her, scanned the hallways suspiciously, constantly, and waited for him to turn her away. "I... I can go to my own room," she said just as his door came into sight, before he could suggest it first. "I'm sure he's not there. I'm sure..." her confidence lost momentum then, and Kat swallowed. "I'm sure it'll be okay," she finished, in a much smaller voice. "It's okay." [i]Please tell me it's not. Please ask me to stay.[/i] He didn't say anything, just shrugged and stepped into his room, and Kat was certain that he was about to shut the door in her face. Instead, he left it open, and after a moment she peered inside hesitantly. He was seated on the edge of his bed and tugging his shoes off, and before he had the chance to tell her to leave, she slid in and closed the door behind herself. This time she jammed her own shoe against the door, and then silently crept past him and climbed into the bed. She didn't ask permission because she didn't want him to refuse it, but he didn't, and after curling herself into as small a space as she could against the wall she felt him lay down on the other side of the bed. That meant it was okay, that he was going to let her stay this time, and she finally relaxed and eventually fell asleep. Now this was the new ritual they went through every night for the next few weeks; after eating together and wandering the halls together, they went to bed together. It was always a silent time, neither saying a word, but nothing really needed to be said. Kat would curl against the wall and Mode would lay with his back to her, and they would sleep that way, and wake that way, and that was simply how it was. It was also an uncomfortable time for Kat, a time when she thought a lot and worried a lot and wondered if Mode were thinking or worrying, too. He was a mystery to her, and she devoted quite a bit of energy to trying to understand him, but never really got it. He gave her a place to stay without offering her protection; provided her with company, without an overt show of friendship; and didn't leave her, but never asked for anything in return. He certainly had the opportunity to ask for her favor, as she spent night after night beside him, but he never did. If anything, that was what made her trust him. He didn't really give her anything, but he didn't take anything, either. Others had pursued her and chased her and hurt her for what she had; even James had taken her and then abandoned her. But Mode was different. Mode didn't want anything from her. It made her trust him and respect him, but it also made her want him, because he didn't want her. It was a selfish desire that made her turn to him one night, just after they had both crawled into bed. He was laying on his back and she moved closer, curled herself against his side and looped an arm over his chest to hold him in place. He was warm and it made her feel protective, possessive, because she didn't want him to ever leave. He was hers now; she had found him and now she was going to keep him, and she wasn't ever going to let him go. It didn't matter what it took. He was all she had.[/quote]
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