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[overmood.livejournal.com]

[ Church didn't really see it as running away.

Maybe it was, technically, but he'd done it for his own good as much as he'd done it for Epsilon's. Omega had practically bared his teeth, spoke over Church until all he could make out was, he's so close he's so close I'll rip his spine out I'll fucking kill every person in this room until the blood sprays and their lungs collapse and their bones break -

And Gamma had been talking, too, weaving his way around him until Church couldn't focus on anything except the need to just get the fuck away, because all he was saying was, "He can do it, you know. He's stronger than you, and he can do it, and there'll be nothing you can do about it, and that'll be that."

Gamma sounded a lot more human than he remembered him being, talked to him like he were a person, and it drove Church a little insane, a little fucking nuts, but they were quiet now. He'd stapled them back in place, locked them up again, didn't know how the fuck he did it at all, but it was done, and he can breathe just fine.

And Wash had told him that he'd need to learn to deal with it, but dealing with it was fucking hard when he had a psychopath living inside his brain.

( God, what the hell, Leonard, who's in control here, really? )

He'd found a way on top of the cliff that hid the base directly beneath, and from there, he can spot where Caboose and the others are. None of them are currently within a viewable range, either because they were all inside or outside of his line of sight, but it's comforting all the same. Comforting because it's familiar, because it's something Church knows and recognizes, those red fucking whores, those annoying little bitches, and then.

Caboose.

And as much as he motherfucking hated all of those bitches, it's nice to just sit there and think about them.

So that's what he does, elbows resting on his knees, silent. ]

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[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ Oh that gets a raised eyebrow. ]

'Daddy issues?'

[overmood.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's like stripper logic, you know? Strippers have daddy issues, too.

Not that Epsilon is a stripper, I'm just saying, he has daddy issues, except they're more like Church issues, but I like how --



Yeah, anyway.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

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...

[overmood.livejournal.com]

What? They have issues, seriously, why do you think they get into the business --



You should really pay attention to what you're doing, man.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

I can't even.

[ Yeah enough of this crap. He sets the rod down, leaving whatever's been nibbling at his line to eat the bait off the hook and be on its merry way. ]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ Strange and unreadable and Wash has to stop himself from wheeling around when Church moves behind him, traces his neck. He simply stops moving. Allowing it uncertainly, without either encouragement or protest, his gaze flicking sideways to Church and then away.

(don't do this now you don't even know why you're doing it)

Hadn't he promised Epsilon that he would handle Church.

Hadn't he promised Church his support.

He watches his own hand dart out to capture Church's wrist, thumb smoothing over the soft skin, and doesn't quite look up to meet his eyes. ]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ ..................

And lets him go. ]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

If you were smart, you'd let me do what I need to do on my own.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

If I were smart, we wouldn't be having this conversation at all.

If you don't want my help, you should say so.

[overmood.livejournal.com]

I've never wanted your help, man. I've never needed help.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

...

[ Church won't get very far, mostly because Wash will have moved to grab his shoulder and spin him around, pulling him into a harsh, bruising kiss. ]

[ And then, levelly, ]

You are an amazing jackass, you know that?

[overmood.livejournal.com]

Blame God, buddy, I'm fucking beautiful in his eyes.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ so dry ]

I'm sure.

[ AND YEAH LETS HIM GO FOR REAL THIS TIME bitch make up your own mind whether you want something from him out here or not you'relikeafuckingcat. ]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

Kiss me again.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

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...alright.

[ Not bruising, this time. He steps in and slides his fingers into Church's damp hair, tipping his head up just a little to kiss him slow and deep, unhurriedly exploring his mouth. His other hand comes to rest at the small of Church's back, gently urging him closer. ]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ Yes, yes he is.

Not that. Wash doesn't have his own occasional moments of jackassery, like right now when he breaks the last kiss and murmurs against his mouth. ]

Was that all?

[overmood.livejournal.com]

Don't be a dick, man.

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ Okay maybe that was a smirk there for two seconds but Wash obliges, stroking along the line of his spine and pressing his lips to the soft beat of Church's pulse and then latching onto his neck with teeth. Except-- ]

--shit. [And he pulls back, honestly irritated.]

[overmood.livejournal.com]

What?

[exproject.livejournal.com]

[ sob this is actually something so mundane. And he can't quite. Look at Church when he explains. ]

Epsilon saw the marks on my neck and yours and. Wanted to know what we'd been doing.

[overmood.livejournal.com]

And you told him what?

[exproject.livejournal.com]

Nothing! He was babbling about vampires and I said that was ridiculous.