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notinthebook) wrote2012-05-14 09:22 pm
notinthebook) wrote2012-05-14 09:22 pm
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It's quiet in the office.
Unsurprising, really; it's usually pretty quiet in the office, especially when Graham's out making rounds in the cruiser. She's still busy going through old files, trying to catch up on the criminal history of the town, not that there's much to look at: a few drunk and disorderlies (mostly Leroy), some break-ins, a handful of domestics. It's the usual mix for a town this size, with the one anomaly of the mine collapse.
(Her own file's in here, too: Graham had pointed it out with an all-too-innocent smile as the newest troublemaker in town, because he thinks he's funny like that.)
It's boring in here without him, and she finds herself glancing at the clock for the third time, wondering when he'll be back.
Which is stupid. He's not on a timetable, and she'll see him when she sees him.
Unsurprising, really; it's usually pretty quiet in the office, especially when Graham's out making rounds in the cruiser. She's still busy going through old files, trying to catch up on the criminal history of the town, not that there's much to look at: a few drunk and disorderlies (mostly Leroy), some break-ins, a handful of domestics. It's the usual mix for a town this size, with the one anomaly of the mine collapse.
(Her own file's in here, too: Graham had pointed it out with an all-too-innocent smile as the newest troublemaker in town, because he thinks he's funny like that.)
It's boring in here without him, and she finds herself glancing at the clock for the third time, wondering when he'll be back.
Which is stupid. He's not on a timetable, and she'll see him when she sees him.
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They were impossible. They couldn't have.
Emma couldn't mean. She had to have imagined.
Even her own voice, a startled bark, surprises her. "What?"
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It's not worth the heartache, she'd told Mary Margaret before. Married guys generally don't leave their wives for the other woman.
She knows that.
And she knows how easy it is to say something and then not follow through with it, to give up on it, even if it's something both people want.
(It doesn't have to be like this.)
But to say it, and then to do it, to act on it, to make that choice...
"That's...all you can ask for."
She's not jealous that it worked out for Mary Margaret when the same situation did nothing but explode in her face -- the way she sees it, that's only fair. Now that her surprise has worn off and Mary Margaret's calmed down a little, all she feels is happy and relieved.
And maybe just the slightest bit wistful, but that's an old, familiar feeling, and right now, it's almost friendly.
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Her hazel eyes flicked to Emma's desk and the donuts box, resting only for seconds, but not seeing anything. Nothing but David. Talking to her. Calm and insistent. Every time. Continuing to come. No matter what she said. Single minded and focused the whole time. For her.
The way he'd looked at her. Every single time. The way she'd felt when she thought he was dead. When Kathryn first appeared. Or when she'd resigned. Or every time he'd smiled that slightly crooked, perfect, smile.
Hope had been deadly. Had been unwelcome. So long. Battering at the bars of her denial the whole way.Her foundation felt like it was swooshing air. Not just words. Left Kathryn. He'd chosen her.
Regina's words like ice tried to bite in, a swarm of dark whispers like a consuming cloud, and she swallowed leaning against the desk. If she -- if they (he'd said, if you choose us) -- Regina had already made her opinion clear. Sharp opinions and blazing accusations. Of what this choice would make her.
Except Emma. Doubt touched her expression as she half sat on the edge of Emma's desk, finally seeming to sink down both in her thoughts and from all the erratic movement. Still looking at the desk, thinking of things they'd said only last night.
"Given her new friendship with Kathryn, I don't think Regina would be happy."
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Regina.
That deserves nothing but derision and an eyeroll, which is what it gets as she turns back to her bear claw.
"All the more reason to do it."
If it'll piss Regina off, that's good enough for her. Pissing Regina off and letting Mary Margaret stay this shining, happy, adorable butterfly of a person?
She can't think of anything better.
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Mary Margaret took a breath in. The first she'd felt come into her since she got in her car. Her voice trembled and her stomach wobbled with it, as her heart skipped. David.
"Good Lord, is this really happening?"
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She looks like someone who's come to a decision that both terrifies and excites her, but there's a look of such peace on her face that Emma can't help but think it's ultimately the right one.
Hell. They care about each other. That much is obvious to anyone with eyes, and they should be together, if it's going to make them this happy, if Mary Margaret's going to have that glow to her cheeks and this new way of holding herself, like she doesn't need to be so careful, like she doesn't always have to tuck her arms around herself like a bird with a crippled wing.
It makes her smile, pure warmth, a little of that peace allowing itself to be borrowed and cherished because this, this is a special moment. It's when Mary Margaret makes the choice to allow herself to want something, to want someone, and lets herself realize that she deserves this.
"You tell me."
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Her heart beating out a rhythm.
One that seemed so clear and doubtless.
It's insane. It has to be, or maybe it's driving her that way, when she glances over at Emma's words, and her first thought is that Emma's smile reminds her just a bit of David's. Or maybe it's not her smile so much as the way how she looks so pleased it fills up every bit of her expression, the way his had in the doorway before he left.
Causing Mary Margaret to duck her head and look at her lap for a second, trying hard to figure out whether to or even if she could control the smile her mouth was being pulled into as the idea took root and wthout pause, now that the door was cracked open, was blossoming wide in her chest.
Emma wasn't taking any of her words back, and she was -- she was just barely pulling it together to get to nodding, looking from her knees to Emma, hazel eyes bright -- she was going to meet David.
At the bridge where everything had started.