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001 # text # un: skyenet
( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )
is there a doctor in the house?
( or, you know, on the moon. )
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if you make house calls, i'll pay double.
is there a doctor in the house?
( or, you know, on the moon. )
att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.
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[ Wally knows this playful back and forth between them has been straddling some sort of line from almost the beginning, but after the last few exchanges, he thinks they might have left the line behind? At least he suddenly feels very much like an awkward schoolboy with a crush who also happens to have some serious adult issues to deal with.
Though the most startling revelation here is he doesn't want whatever this is to stop. Not that he's actually sure there is anything to it since he's never been able to tell when a girl is interested unless they practically bash him over the head with it. It's something his Aunt Iris used to tease him relentlessly about back when she knew he existed. ]
I don't see how one could decline.
I mean.
There is science involved.
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try not to sound too excited, senor speedy
i might think you're in this for the science and not the spectacular company on offer
ps: tacos or waffles?
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If it makes you feel better
I don't do science with just anyone.
ps: waffles?
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i like my breakfast bread for the morning after
( there's a part of her brain that just flatlines when confronted with the process of actually discussing said meal plans. how to talk about it without asking flat out "so are we going to dinner and a movie"? she's not sure. so, obviously... not talking about it seems like the better option. better to just keep swimming along. )
maybe i'll let you pick as part of our experiment
send me an address and i'll meet you there
( unless you want to pick me up, typed out and then deleted. )
>action
Best to have all the bases covered when the game plan for this adventure of theirs doesn't appear to be set in stone.
It's only natural that he arrives at the diner first wearing the best pair of jeans he has and a simple white shirt with long blue sleeves. He really doesn't own any clothes fancier than what he has on, not that this outing is an occasion for such things by any stretch of the imagination.
The dilemma about arriving first is it gives him plenty of time to replay their text conversation in his head trying to see if there were any cues he missed by being his typical dense self. But by the end of his internal analyzation, he has thoroughly convinced himself that whatever extra was there is just something he created in his mind.
Sure, there was some subtle flirting going on, but the whole thing was way too ridiculous for it to be serious. Honestly, he's surprised she's still willing to hang out with an idiot like him. He really couldn't let go of the science thing there a the end, could he?
Deciding he has done way too much thinking on the matter, he pulls out his phone, so he can play a game to distract himself while he waits just outside the diner. A game he becomes so immersed in that he fails to notice Skye when she does happen to make her approach. ]
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on the plus side, running late means her brain doesn't quite have time to overthink the entire conversation yet, as it's a little too preoccupied with making sure she doesn't stab her own eyes out with kohl eyeliner. eyeliner that is, unsurprisingly, a little more difficult to put on when your arms don't quite want to cooperate.
on the other hand, though, running late means running late, which she really hates. by the time the taxi she'd hailed pulls up to the little diner, skye's embarrassed enough that she practically flies out the passenger door, head turning back to wave furiously at the driver in thanks as she sprints towards the entrance.
or, you know, right smack into the man waiting for her ever-so-patiently by the door. maybe she should have been looking ahead instead of back while sprinting. )
God, Wally, I'm so — ( clumsy, apparently. ) Sorry. Are you okay?
( thankfully, she's not dead, just consistently embarrassed by her own stupidity. )
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The flash of movement ultimately leaves him in some awkward half-crouching position with his hand still on the person's hip and his head reaching up to about the height of their waist. A bright smile slowly makes its' way onto his face as he looks up to find out the culprit was none other than the person he was waiting on. ]
I'm okay. [ Of course he can't let the incident go by without a little teasing. ] But if you want to get my attention in the future, a simple hey would do the trick. Not that I'm complaining about your particularly unique greeting style.
[ He should probably remove his hand from her hip and stand up now, so he does, casually slipping the phone into his pocket as well. ]
So how did the visit with Doctor Frankenstein go? Was the experience as weird as I imagine it would be?
[ It's true he's only heard positive things about the good doctor who is here and that's what matters. But, still, it's Doctor Frankenstein. ]
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I'll keep that in mind. ( she doesn't realize it, but her expression swiftly mirrors his own, a grin curving over her mouth as his fingers drag away from her hip. ) Not that sweeping you off your feet couldn't be fun, but I figure you'd really have to earn that.
( what? what does that even mean? at least she can answer a question about her doctoral visit without sounding like a completely besotted weirdo. )
It was ... fine? I guess? ( really descriptive, she knows. ) I mean, he was nice, but my brain just kept screaming this is Doctor Frankenstein the whole time. So, yeah. Pretty much exactly as weird as you'd expect a house call from Doctor Frankie to be.
( a pause as skye reaches to re-adjust the wrap currently keeping her forearms neatly compressed, the ones intended to be better for healing while she figures out a more long-term solution. )
What about you? Have any luck figuring out your disguise for our big act?
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If he is thrown off by her lack of sense, it isn't reflected in the soft laugh that escapes his lips in the only response he gives. He doesn't doubt she could pull the sweeping thing off, though. Bad arms and all. Speaking of which, he nods along as she proceeds to go on to tell him about her visit (so much detail!) with the one and only Doctor Frankenstein.
When she's done, he folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head, considering her for a moment. ]
Well, you don't look horrendously disfigured. Quite the opposite. [ He... should probably quickly move on from that before she gets the wrong (right?) idea. ] I've talked to him once or twice before. Mostly about the ethics of time travel. He is not a fan of it.
[ Clearly where the illustrious Doctor Frankie as she called him stands on time travel is the thing she should focus on there. It could save lives one day or something. ]
But the disguise is still a work in progress. [ He begins to tap his chin with a finger. ] I think once I figure out a name everything else will fall into place. The thing is I believe my naming creativity is stunted from years of fighting guys calling themselves Captain Cold, Heat Wave, the Top, and Abra Kadabra.
[ There's some venom tossed onto the last name on the list. The crazy techno-wizard from the future is partially responsible for ruining Wally's life back home. ]
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( not that he's telling her she looks bad. and not that it's a date! technically speaking, anyway. she's just playing along with the vibe of their conversation, continuing the teasing nature of their back-and-forth as they settle in to the face-to-face variety of things. speaking of face-to-face ... maybe they should actually go inside instead of loitering in the parking lot like a pair of wayward souls.
an arch of her brow at his time travel comment — they'll come back to that — and skye cocks her head towards the doorway, a gesture that's intended to provide quiet encouragement to follow her in to the building while they talk. he's a smart dude. she's confident he'll figure it out.
eventually he does, and skye's quite pleased; they settle into a small booth in the diner where a waitress comes with menus that are far too big to suit what she can only imagine is a very small kitchen in the back. when she leaves, skye reaches for a napkin, absent-mindedly folding it back and forth between her fingers. )
Time travel isn't a thing, you know.
( or maybe it is. skye doesn't know. apparently people have jetpacks and superpowers here, so why shouldn't time travel be a sci-fi concept come to life here too? )
And your villains sound ridiculous, for the record. Somebody should really tell Abra Kadabra he sounds like a cheesy kids' birthday party magician.
( she's team wally here, even if she doesn't know the rest yet. )
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Then he's been struggling to let go of a life that no longer exists back home in the two years it's been since he finally found his way back to some form of reality. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes that him simply considering the idea this could be a date is a sign of progression no matter if there's actual substance to it or not.
It feels like he stands there looking at her with wide eyes and his mouth hanging slightly open for an eternity, but in truth, it's only a few seconds before he's awkwardly clearing his throat in an attempt to cover up his momentary bout of speechlessness as they begin to walk inside the diner. ]
I don't think your ego has anything to worry about on that front. I mean, you really do look great. Y'know, just in case you were wondering.
[ Though she probably wasn't now that he thinks about it. Maybe the earlier speechlessness was the preferable option to nervously rambling on like he did even if he meant it. He's silently thankful the waitress, Jules, doesn't waste any time bringing them the over-sized menus after they claim their booth so he can hide his face behind it as he holds it up.
The thought of using the menu (which he has memorized as he's a regular here) as some sort of buffer throughout the meal crosses his mind until Skye's comment that time travel doesn't exist has him pulling it down so he can look at her, his lips twisted up in a self-satisfied smirk and amusement twinkling in his eyes. ]
Sure it is. You just run really fast, jump into the time-stream, and boom — time travel.
[ At least that's the non complicated version for how it works back home even if he's unwilling to do it because of the potential consequences. Happy with his simplistic explanation, he casually brings the menu back up. ]
And as ridiculous as Kadabra and his name is, he is quite powerful. [ His tone is missing the cheekiness from a moment ago. ] But if I ever find out what century I tossed him into, I'll be sure to pass the message onto him.
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If you say so. ( but she smiles all the same, a quiet quirk of the corners of her mouth that pushes dimples in as it goes; it leaves a bit of a flush over the apples of her cheeks even as her gaze drops back down to the menu laid out on the table before her. another beat, and skye amends her statement with a soft: ) You're not so bad yourself.
( she knows, realistically speaking, that this isn't an actual date. his compliment is friendly, but there's nothing more to it than that. after all, they'd been teasing back and forth — albeit a bit aggressively — but there hadn't been any actual investment on his end as far as she could tell. just friendly enthusiasm and a willingness to play along as long as she was willing to play too, like a welcoming party host taken by surprise by a change in itinerary but too polite to stop the guests. )
So do you tease all your dates with vague promises of superspeed, or are you just trying to impress me?
( not that he has to try very hard, really. the fact that skye's managed to overcome her own hesitations about being honest and open here in riverview to him — and to his friends like cisco as a result — speaks measurable volumes to his impressive sincerity and trustworthiness, even if she hasn't quite come to terms with the idea of being totally transparent about the superskills lingering in her limbs with all the other residents here on the moon. one step at a time.
as for right now? her attentions focus more on the bright smile across from her, the shining glimmer of pride that seems to bloom across his face as he brags — yes, brags — about the concept of time travel. it catches her so fully that skye's practically startled by the fact that he brings the menu back up; his dropped tone only encourages her to reach out, fingertips reaching out as if to rest atop his hand only to stop short, just casually brushing across his knuckles before dropping back down. )
He sounds like a dick, Wally. ( said with all the sincerity she can muster, even if the words aren't the most reassuring. ) But he's not here, right?
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What is absurd is how her sending back a completely innocent compliment his way forces him to use every ounce of willpower he has to fight off the heat that desperately wants to rise to the surface of his own cheeks. He manages to succeed, for the most part, and he wonders if the display makes him worthy of one of those fancy Green Lantern rings. ]
I'm glad we got that settled.
[ One of the corners of his mouth turns up so he can flash her a crooked smile before he busies himself with the menu. There have been more than a few women, even those he is friends with, who have tossed some not so subtle offers his way during his time on the moon, but none of them have had him acting like this. And this isn't even a date. He just needs to continue to follow her lead on this ride until he can get his head on straight.
Talking about his powers helps with that because they and his ability to use them is one of the few things in his life he is certain about. He loves what he can do even if it hasn't always been easy, and that love is usually obvious in his eyes when he talks about it like it is now. There's also a level of cockiness that comes with it as well. ]
Hey, I'm just telling you I live to do the impossible. If that impresses you, then I can't do anything about that. [ The smirk of his lingers for a moment before it settles into something more subdued. ] But, in all seriousness, I'm actually pretty tight-lipped when it comes to real speedster secrets like time travel.
[ Sure, he doesn't exactly hide that he can run fast. But that barely scratches the surface of what they can do as they are capable of changing reality as people know it through things like time travel and their connection to the Speed Force. It's why he hasn't told a soul about the true extent of his abilities since he arrived. He trusts Skye, though. She's shared more than a few things with him, maybe not exactly intentional at first, and the least he can do is be open with her in return.
He's mentally going over his mishmash of an order (waffles, fries, and maybe a dessert) before the barest amount of pressure he feels on his knuckles causes his entire body to freeze up. It had to be her, and while he can't see her from behind the menu, her following words lets him know she's a little worried. Great job, West. A beat goes by before his shoulders visibly rise and fall as he sighs softly. Folding the menu back up, he slides it onto the table while offering her a small smile that feels forced even to him. ]
Nope, definitely not here. And if he ever does show up, I'm moving to a different moon. [ He nervously rubs the back of his head with a hand. ] Can we just forget I brought him up? We should be having fun here, and there isn't anything fun about that guy.
guess who never hit send on a tag!!!
( though, to be fair, skye's not very subtle herself either; her words are light, a teasing jab, meant to mirror his own self-satisfied expression. he's bragging, but she doesn't mind. the confidence is ... well. it's a check in his favor on the pros and cons list of this outing in skye's mind, to say the least, and certainly one that might extend in directions far beyond that of the table that happens to lie between them. whether she wants to admit that this particular dinner-and-a-movie experience is a date or not, she can't deny that confident, capable men have always been the ones she's been drawn to.
which is why, when his entire demeanor seems to shift from confident and capable to downright uncomfortable, skye takes notice. her brow furrows a bit in concern, and the hand that had held back from full contact before pushes forward again, this time resting atop his own over the menu. her own tone is soft, reassuring. )
I hate to break it to you, but this moon would definitely suck without you. So I think you're gonna have to stay here a little longer.
( honestly, between the two of them, they could probably spend a few dozen evenings talking about all of the shitty people who seem to exist only to make other people's lives hell. red skull, this wannabe magician dude, most of hydra in general, most of his villains: the list goes on and on. but that's a topic they can save for another evening, preferably one a little more private; tonight, she'd rather focus on the promise of satisfaction he'd been so assuredly smug about. )
Okay? Okay. ( and that's that. they'll leave the topic there for now, skye's moving on. ) What kind of fun did you have in mind? Beyond the pure intensity of debating between pure chocolate chip and chocolate chip/peanut butter for my waffle, I mean. Because I'm still debating, but I'm definitely open to suggestions.
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[ Wally can admit as much even if she was just teasing him about the bragging. He knows he can get a little carried away at times when he's trying to impress certain people (because, yes, there is some of that going on here if he's being honest) and occasionally needs a reminder to dial it down before he reaches the 'arrogance isn't cute' stage.
With his menu no longer acting as a shield between them, he's exceedingly aware of her movements this time and thinks he is prepared for her hand settling on top of his. But there's no stopping the shaky breath that slips past his lips, the embarrassed blush that paints his cheeks, or the way his muscles tense up at the moment of contact. It's not an unwelcome act on her part, far from it, but he feels guilty for making her feel like she needs to do it at all. The last thing he wants is to burden yet another person with his problems and potentially mess up their lives like he did with Linda and Frankie back home.
Still, he truly appreciates the sentiments behind everything, and his hand relaxes underneath her touch after a brief moment, there's even some humor managing to sneak into his voice when he speaks as his eyes remain glued to the sight of her hand resting on his. ]
If you say I have to stay, then I guess I have to stay. I really wouldn't want to be the reason your moon experience isn't all that it could be.
[ While he has told a few people to some extent about how Kadabra had tossed him into the timestream and erased his existence from the minds of everyone in the world to ensure he couldn't find his way home, the idea of sharing the story with Skye feels decidedly more personal than it did with the others, and doing it in the diner while he knows their waitress is watching them from her spot by the counter doesn't seem like the right time. It's why his expression turns grateful when Skye appears to be content with letting it be for now. ]
Ah, the great waffle debate. While you can never go wrong with pure chocolate chip, I'd highly recommend the chocolate chip/peanut butter combo for your waffle of choice. But before we order, I did say I might be able to do something to help out with your current arm situation if you're interested?
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( in whatever connotation he wants to interpret that statement, she means it. she knows his eyes haven't left where their hands rest atop one another over the slick cover of the menu — it's hard not to notice that much — and yet, she's made no effort to move her hand away, to re-establish the space between them that defines the platonicness of the evening.
no, her fingers still splay out atop the back of his hand, thumb brushing back and forth in a reassuring pattern that traces over the line of his knuckles, featherlight and delicate with each stroke. it's a quiet, almost intimate gesture, one that betrays just how comfortable she feels even across a spacious booth in a casual diner. so after a moment or two of quiet on both their parts, skye pauses her ministrations, lifting her free hand from its perch in her lap in order to lay it flat atop the table, palm facing up towards the ceiling. an invitation in no uncertain terms, a promise of trust she doesn't quite know how to put into words. )
Ready when you are, speedy.
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It would be so easy to pull his hand away, to continue to cling onto a life that never was because moving forward in the life that is feels like a betrayal, but he can't bring himself to do it. Maybe he's tired of focusing on what it is gone and what might never be instead of what is real, maybe it has something to do with the woman sitting across from him. Or, maybe it just happens to be a combination of the two.
Wally doesn't really get the chance to contemplate what the possible answer could be as the sight of her free hand coming to rest on the table snaps him out of whatever trance he was in. Clearing his throat once again, he has the good sense to look a little sheepish after zoning out on her like that. ]
Okay, so... I'm going to try to lend you some of my speed? It will be temporary so I would advise you against trying to run up the side of any buildings or trying to vibrate through any walls. But the idea is you'd get access to our fancy speedster healing abilities for a few minutes.
[ Since physical contact is a requirement of such a trick, he flips over the hand lying underneath her hand so he can gently curl his fingers around hers, taking a quick moment to lightly brush his own thumb over the back of her hand as a sign of silent reassurance she hasn't overstepped if such thoughts have crossed her mind. ]
It might not heal you completely, but it should cut your recovery time in half at least. I should probably warn you that you might feel a bit disoriented for a relative moment as your eyes adjust to being sped up. It's totally safe, though. Promise. [ a pause before: ] So, last chance to say no?
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( first of all: she's not stupid. she can venture a guess that even a short burst of speed won't last long, and she's definitely not reckless enough to try vibrating through a wall for kicks. more importantly, though? she's doing something much more important right now, and has no intentions of leaving this booth on her own.
except, you know, for necessary pitstops. like the ladies room or a sink or to pay her bill. those sorts of things were necessary, if unfortunate, exceptions.
his hand is warm around her own, and when his thumb brushes against the back of her hand, skye doesn't resist the urge to squeeze back in silent encouragement. she has a feeling this sort of thing — the speedsharing, yes, but also this, the way the evening's gone from teasing to quiet sincerity — is as new for him as it is for her. )
I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not saying no. I want you to.
( there's a brief moment of pause, one in which skye realizes her sentence could have wildly different meanings with a different 'too' at the end. she has to choke back a laugh at her own expense. )
I mean, I'm saying yes. I trust you.
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Okay.
[ With that out of the way, his eyebrows knit together as he feels the familiar surge of energy running through him thanks to his connection to the Speed Force and concentrates on transferring a little of the kinetic energy residing within him over to her through their joined hands. He's only mostly certain it will work as it's been awhile since he's attempted such a feat.
But if it does, Skye will be feeling the effects immediately after the sensation of energy washes over her; her vision will become a bit blurry from her perceptions being sped up, there will be a slight ache in her arms as they begin to heal, and the few people in the diner will appear frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing when the speed kicked in.
The only thing moving in real time is a slightly concerned Wally who is waving his free hand back and forth in her line of sight from his spot across the booth. For the next relative minute or so, it'll just be the two of them while the rest of the world seemingly stands still. ]
Hey, Skye, you with me here?
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her arms burn at first, each ligament and muscle and bone trembling as her body's natural healing capacities go into overdrive, but as time crawls forward, the sensation dulls to a low ache and then finally into gentle rumbling up that seems to echo from limb to limb. the healing comes, with each microfracture stitching itself together, bones pulling themselves back into place, wrapped and secured by musculature coming to life with each breath. by the time she realizes what's happening, the injury is little more than memory fodder.
she's blown away, to put it mildly. )
Wally...
( it's all she can manage at first. even being left in the bubble of the speed force, with everything around them slowed to stillness, skye's body still feels tied to the traditional flow of time. it leaves her feeling simultaneously sped up and slowed down, tugged both directions and left floundering in the middle.
his hand in hers serves as an anchor, and skye's grip holds firm, squeezing tight as her eyes focus on his across the booth. that steadiness helps; with her reticence apparently concerning enough for him to begin to fear the worst, she takes a deep breath, a slow smile warming her expression in reassurance. another beat, and she speaks again. )
Wow. ( so eloquent. ) I don't know what to say.
( but she should say something. )
That was — this is incredible.
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Without thinking about how futile it was, he had taken off after it, and by the third step into his run, it felt like his very being had been ignited by an invisible match as the world came to a crawl. Needless to say, he ended up grabbing the errant ball as it hung frozen in the air and had one of the biggest thrills of his life.
Switching between times and speeds has been as natural to him as breathing ever since that day years ago.
But while it may have become a normal part of his existence, he knows the same can't be said for those who have no inherent connection to the Speed Force. So he isn't too shocked by Skye's initial gasps, the way her grip tightens around his hand as she rides out what this new energy is doing to her, or the momentary sense of breathlessness she experiences once things settles down. There's a second where he thinks he might have overdone it, but then she's smiling at him, and he can't help but return it with one of his own. ]
Not bad as far as vague promises of superspeed go, huh.
[ Instead of the air of smugness one might expect at her praise after his previous boasting, he sounds almost shy as he tosses her words from earlier back at her. Whether she's aware of it or not, he has just shared a part of his life with her, and considering his hand still holds hers even after the work has been done, it feels like a pretty big deal. ]
You should go back to being a slowpoke in a few minutes. [ a beat before he amends:] Well, a few minutes for us. It'll be about a second or two in real time.
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( as far as medical miracles go, this ranks just about as high as a literal magic wand on skye's mental list. it's not just the fact that it was fast or easy or free or simple, it's the fact that it's left her with barely any real side-effects. sure, there's the inevitable bit of dizziness as her inner ear recalibrates to a faster heartrate, or the searing heat of overworked muscles in her arms as they repaired her injuries, but nothing debilitating. there'd be no need for a ton of fine print, sped-up complications listing in the hypothetical commercials.
the side effects for this innocuous over the counter medication may include internal bleeding and death. take at your own risk. kind of fine print.
no, it's been mostly positive, and so skye's slack-jawed disbelief at his dismissal is all too real. she can't just let him downplay this, because it is incredible, and he needs to know just how much she appreciates the gesture. even if sharing his speed for a brief moment didn't cost him anything financially, she's learned at least one thing from the wonder twins back home — nothing is free, and you can't just create energy out of nothing. it must have cost him something to loan her his. )
Jeez. I feel like buying you dinner and a movie isn't even close to a thank you on this one.
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While you completely underestimate the value food has to a speedster, you don't have to buy me anything. Honestly, it's not that big of a deal.
[ The cost isn't as high as she might think it is. By speeding her up, he decreases his own top speed for the time being, but since they're sitting in a booth at a diner instead of say fighting a telepathic gorilla trying to take over the city with a lightning wand, he isn't sweating a little decrease in velocity. It also feels like a part of him is missing, he can practically hear the Speed Force energy swirling within her calling out to him over the short distance because it wants to come home, but it's not something he can't withstand for a few minutes.
Other than that, the extra-dimensional source of energy known as the Speed Force is a truly wondrous thing that holds more secrets than they will ever be able to figure out. ]
But it's not something I can do often because it will start to play havoc with our systems if I do. Luckily, I think I might know a guy who could provide you with the good vibes you are looking for on a little more permanent basis.
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( she can't help but roll her eyes at his downplay of the situation. sure, it didn't kill him or put him in a coma, but she can still tell there's something he's given up, even temporarily. after all, she can feel the energy in her body practically dragging her forward in the seat. there's a near-irresistible drive to get closer, the particles of the speed force swimming around in her veins attempting to return back to their brethren within his, and it's taking all of skye's willpower to avoid launching herself forward across the table to move onto his side of the booth — and it's not because she's an overly sappy date or anything. it's purely energy-related. don't get the wrong idea here, okay?
but either way, the desire is there, and the only thing skye seems to be able to do in the interim to quell its metaphorical screaming is to clutch his hand tightly in hers, as if his arm might serve as an anchor while she dangles off a cliff. which, all things considered, isn't the worst metaphor in the world. it's just that the cliff is still the booth in a quiet diner, and her risks of falling and actually hurting herself are slim to none. or negative.
doesn't mean she's going to let go any time soon, though. )
I'll take the recommendation — if you let me buy you dinner. And no cheaping out and getting the kids' meal, either, Mr West, I've seen you eat.
( and before he starts to think she's forgotten the whole reason they're here: )
I'll let you go dutch with me on the movie, though, if you want.
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Perhaps it's a good thing it won't be long before the real world comes crashing back to them even if he doesn't really want to leave this bubble of theirs behind just quite yet. ]
Since you insist, I guess I have no choice but to accept. [ He'll find some way to pay her back later. ] And I do want. To go dutch on the movie with you, that is.
[ Just don't expect him to follow through on the "get frisky" part of the equation from when they were jokingly(?) making plans earlier. It's not from a lack of want, but he isn't willing to commit to anything until she knows what he's been through. That way she can see what a mess he is, and most likely squash whatever this could be is between them faster than he can run around the moon. And, he wouldn't blame her for doing it in the least. ]
Assuming you're up for it? Between your arms and the speed, it's a lot to deal with. I don't want you feeling like you have to push yourself just to hang out with me.
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