MCA #5, Saturday Morning

[electrocynic]

As far as Sarah was concerned, this was a perfectly ordinary Saturday. She'd slept in late, had some brekkie, was lounging around on the couch with something mindless on the telly. And considering the way last Saturday had gone – she felt like she'd only just recuperated from the hangover, if not the mental fallout of it all – she thought this one should just stay a quiet one.

In fact, she had half a mind to just stay in her pajamas all day.

[ooc: Open, natch.]

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[electrocynic]

"Still at the school, still counseling brats who don't want to be counseled," she replied with another shrug. "I do the occasional heroic thing on the mainland, too."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure the heroing is more satisfying since you can hit 'em."

[electrocynic]

Shrug. "A little. Doesn't pay very well, though. People don't appreciate a good superhero 'round here."

Or she was so unknown that she might as well not have done anything at all. One of those.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Maybe.

Part of Guy wished he'd asked her to come with him when he left. But that shit wouldn't have been fair to either of them. even less than how it did end.

"You happy here?"

[electrocynic]

There'd been a time when she'd looked at the Portalocity site looking for portals to Oa.

Once or thrice, over the years.

There was the mandatory cynical little snort at the question. Then she looked at the TV (or, away, was the point). "Place has its ups and downs."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

He curled a hand around her waist for a sort of half hug. "Most places do."

[electrocynic]

"'Sides," she added mildly, "I was in Englad all of last week, and Jenny dragged me to a fucking forest retreat."

So London wasn't that great, either. (Also, it didn't really feel like home anymore, and she didn't know what to do with it.)

Also, you know what? She was just going to cuddle up against his side, now. If she was going to have to deal with the inevitable heartache of it all later, she might as well try and benefit from him actually being there now.

She did it slowly, though. Maybe it was an incredibly half-hearted attempt at playing it like she was just shifting that way by accident.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy was just going to have to deal with it. By not saying anything as he leaned a little into her space as well.

"Like, a spa or dumb ass trust falls?"

[electrocynic]

"Like sitting in a circle talking about your feelings and going 'ommm' as if that fucking helps anything."

He'd met her. So he'd know how well that had gone over with her.

She wrinkled her nose.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy, stop laughing at that mental image. It was rude. "...wow, that sounds awful."

[electrocynic]

And her nose had been wrinkled before.

"It was, so stop laughing."

That was one annoyed hair-ruffle he got.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"I can picture it." The nose wrinkle wasn't helping him stop. It was doing the opposite, actually. "I can also picture you cursing up a storm and demanding a beer."

Goddamn it, he was still so far gone on her.

[electrocynic]

The feeling was more mutual than Sarah would have cared to admit.

She rolled her eyes again. "They said beer was bad for your chakras. So I told them what they could do with theirs."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

And that set Guy off onto a new round of laughs. "Beer is bad for your chakras? Man, I'm screwed then."

[electrocynic]

"Still not funny." She was wrong. "The only good part was when Alex caused a forest fire."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Did you get to leave after that?"

[electrocynic]

"Nah. We weren't even halfway through the retreat," she rasped. "Alex had to deal with the SPA for 'abusing his powers' afterwards, but that's all. I tried to tell the hippies they had to mourn the trees but they didn't buy it."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Just made you keep talking about chakras?" How did she not end up punching one of them? Guy totally would have.

[electrocynic]

Jenny had been there, ready to sadface at her. She couldn't bear it.

"And centering yourself. As if I'm not centered!"

She really was not.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Most centered person I know." NOT A HIGH BAR. NOR TRUE.

[electrocynic]

"Thanks," she drawled.

Also, did he know how terrible it was to be looking at his face from this close a proximity? Especially when he was smiling? Because it was. Very terrible. Goddammit.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

And now they were having a quiet moment of looking at each other while way too close. Goddamn it, this wasn't going to end well. In no universe would this end well.

Guy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying some stupid shit about how nice she looked.

[electrocynic]

She wouldn't have bought it, anyway. The pajamas were ratty and she hadn't brushed her hair and she knew those things didn't matter, she did, but she probably would've scoffed all the same.

Which might've given her something else to do than watch him while debating with several conflicting urges she was having.

He was warm and she was very aware of that.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Don't think I regretted anything more than leavin' here," he admitted quietly. "Gave up a lot for the Corps. Too much, probably."

[electrocynic]

"No, I get it," she told him, glancing down. "You want to be a hero. Or, do good, whatever."

The way she didn't, really. There was being a hero the way she and her friends and, God, even Devlin were, and then there was actually feeling like making a difference.

"And you're supposed to."