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27 July 2009 @ 12:15 pm
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Why did I major in psychology?
Lore has since been revamped; this does not apply to canon any longer.
28 April 2009 @ 07:33 pm
Lore hopped around her room, trying to pull her boots on, cursing under her breath. Why was it, like, required for girl superheroes to have something vinyl? She had resisted for a long time, but it really did seem weird to go out there in completely matte materials, even if it shouldn't, why was she falling for the popular stereotyping, especially when it made her damn Firebird boots SO hard to pull ON? Dammit!
Finally, she popped her heel into place, and sat back on her bed with a sigh. Lore had to go on patrol tonight. There was no question about that. But, despite there being a total lack of question, her mind kept on wandering back to Duffy, and her eyes somehow always found their way to the little blue phone on her nightstand. She hadn't actually talked to Jack in six months. Six months. And now -- she had no idea what he was thinking, if Duffy had even talked to him, what their decision was, but --
She was a hero! A superhero. Heroes did not hide in the face of danger, even such oddly indefinable danger as calling your ex-boyfriend and best friend to confront him about his new boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) and the fact that you outed him to said boyfriend as a murderous insane villain and.
Okay. Doing it. Dooiiiiing it.
Lore inched her way over to the nightstand and picked up the phone, her red gloves vibrant against the dull blue metal. He was still on speeddial. It's not like she had any others vying for the slots, after all. All she had to do was press five and then dial. Or just hold down five, although she always forgot about that. And. Okay. Beep. Five.
Now. Beep. Dial.
Lore bit her lip hard as she heard the familiar tinny ringing through the small earpiece, and then fell back on her bed in amazed, happy shock at the sound of Jack's voice, even if he was being unbearably rude.
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you start all your calls?” She couldn't help it. She was grinning. Jack's voice!
“Just the ones that actually start with my caller’s ID saying Loretta.”
Lore pushed herself up onto her elbows, frowning. “I’m seriously in your phone as Loretta?” Easily distracted, yes, but this was just as important as the Duffy issue.
“…Let’s start again. What do you want?”
Okay, not just as important. Lore sat up, leaning her elbows on her knees. “Has Duffy talked to you yet?”
“You’re calling me on a phone to talk about this? You do realize I have fucking electrical powers, right?”
Lore sighed, rolling her eyes, even as she found herself grinning again. Jesus, it was nice to talk to Jack again. Bad circumstances, sure, but -- still. Surreal as hell, sure, because they had only once ever talked about his powers, and that conversation had not ended well. “Yes, but you can’t do anything to my cell phone, Jack. Please. You think I can make your oven explode just because there’s fire involved? Don’t be a twit. Duffy’s talked to you.” He obviously had, since Jack seemed to know what she was referring to.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“Jack--” She tried to interrupt.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’ve done your fair share of butting into my life this year. This decade, how about.”
He lapsed into just enough silence to let Lore quietly say, “Come on, Jack. I just wanted to say...” What did she want to say? How was she going to put this? He was going to hate her no matter what. Didn't he already hate her? What did she have to lose?
“Well, say it.”
“That I’m not sorry.” Well, that was one way to do it. Lore screwed her eyes shut.
“What! You fucking bitch, you call me up after radio silence for six months, only to not apologize for ruining my fucking life? Again?”
Falling back onto her bed, Lore grimaced up at her speckled ceiling. “Oh, please. Like you didn’t know this had to happen. Jack, face it: you screwed up.” It felt really good to say that, especially since she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was true. It wasn't just about this, it wasn't about lying to Duffy or, at least, not telling him the whole truth. It was the fact that Jack had gotten involved in all this shit in the first place! If he had just told her about his powers, but -- okay, not the issue right now. “You want to know why I’m not sorry?”
“Because you’re a vindictive cunt?”
Lore actually smiled at that. “No. Because I want you to get better. And now… now you’ve lost two people, Jack. I know that at one time I was important to you. Maybe I’m not anymore. But I was, okay? Don’t deny it.” It was hard to refer to their friendship in the past tense, but -- truthful and probably good to confront out in the open.
“… I’m not.”
“And now – Duffy. Two people on the loss side, two relationships that – could have really mattered. And what have you gained? Money? Infamy? A few broken bones?” Sure, it was mainly guesswork, but she wasn't dumb. Learning about Jack moonlighting as Harkness had explained about how he always managed to pay rent even when he was between jobs and why he had insisted on that weird electric car.
“A lot of money.”
“Yeah, because you care so much about shit like that. Just…” She wasn't sure how to continue. She wasn't sure if she should continue. What if Jack wasn't even really listening, what if she was just wasting her time. Why was she wasting her time?
“What.”
“Jack, just think about it logically. There’s two roads in front of you. One where you keep losing people, the other where you might even gain lost friends back and, if that doesn’t happen, you can make new connections that actually stick. Just. Think about it.”
“Lore, you’re a bitch.”
He didn't sound that angry. Lore rubbed her eyes. “I know. …How’s LA?”
“Nice. Seattle?”
“Rainy.” She grinned a little.
“Heh.”
Even that small burst of laughter, however fake and forced it was -- Lore wanted to help him. “Jack…”
“I gotta go.”
“Right. Alright, just. Think about it, okay?” Not going to push it, not going to push it.
“Thinking.”
Lore said quietly, “Bye.”
“Yeah.”
She didn't hang up until she heard the click of his phone closing, then she pressed the end call button. Setting the phone gently back on her nightstand, Lore looked at it for a few moments, chewing on her already chapped lips. She really really wanted to believe that this might finally shake some sense into Jack's thick skull. Might get him to snap out of his juvenile obsession with being the bad guy. Might even realize that you didn't have to define yourself like that. She sighed, grabbing her mask out of the hidden drawer under her bed, and sliding it on. She couldn't think about him right now. Lore had done all she could, and now Firebird had to work.
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Jack's side of the conversation here.
Finally, she popped her heel into place, and sat back on her bed with a sigh. Lore had to go on patrol tonight. There was no question about that. But, despite there being a total lack of question, her mind kept on wandering back to Duffy, and her eyes somehow always found their way to the little blue phone on her nightstand. She hadn't actually talked to Jack in six months. Six months. And now -- she had no idea what he was thinking, if Duffy had even talked to him, what their decision was, but --
She was a hero! A superhero. Heroes did not hide in the face of danger, even such oddly indefinable danger as calling your ex-boyfriend and best friend to confront him about his new boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) and the fact that you outed him to said boyfriend as a murderous insane villain and.
Okay. Doing it. Dooiiiiing it.
Lore inched her way over to the nightstand and picked up the phone, her red gloves vibrant against the dull blue metal. He was still on speeddial. It's not like she had any others vying for the slots, after all. All she had to do was press five and then dial. Or just hold down five, although she always forgot about that. And. Okay. Beep. Five.
Now. Beep. Dial.
Lore bit her lip hard as she heard the familiar tinny ringing through the small earpiece, and then fell back on her bed in amazed, happy shock at the sound of Jack's voice, even if he was being unbearably rude.
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you start all your calls?” She couldn't help it. She was grinning. Jack's voice!
“Just the ones that actually start with my caller’s ID saying Loretta.”
Lore pushed herself up onto her elbows, frowning. “I’m seriously in your phone as Loretta?” Easily distracted, yes, but this was just as important as the Duffy issue.
“…Let’s start again. What do you want?”
Okay, not just as important. Lore sat up, leaning her elbows on her knees. “Has Duffy talked to you yet?”
“You’re calling me on a phone to talk about this? You do realize I have fucking electrical powers, right?”
Lore sighed, rolling her eyes, even as she found herself grinning again. Jesus, it was nice to talk to Jack again. Bad circumstances, sure, but -- still. Surreal as hell, sure, because they had only once ever talked about his powers, and that conversation had not ended well. “Yes, but you can’t do anything to my cell phone, Jack. Please. You think I can make your oven explode just because there’s fire involved? Don’t be a twit. Duffy’s talked to you.” He obviously had, since Jack seemed to know what she was referring to.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“Jack--” She tried to interrupt.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’ve done your fair share of butting into my life this year. This decade, how about.”
He lapsed into just enough silence to let Lore quietly say, “Come on, Jack. I just wanted to say...” What did she want to say? How was she going to put this? He was going to hate her no matter what. Didn't he already hate her? What did she have to lose?
“Well, say it.”
“That I’m not sorry.” Well, that was one way to do it. Lore screwed her eyes shut.
“What! You fucking bitch, you call me up after radio silence for six months, only to not apologize for ruining my fucking life? Again?”
Falling back onto her bed, Lore grimaced up at her speckled ceiling. “Oh, please. Like you didn’t know this had to happen. Jack, face it: you screwed up.” It felt really good to say that, especially since she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was true. It wasn't just about this, it wasn't about lying to Duffy or, at least, not telling him the whole truth. It was the fact that Jack had gotten involved in all this shit in the first place! If he had just told her about his powers, but -- okay, not the issue right now. “You want to know why I’m not sorry?”
“Because you’re a vindictive cunt?”
Lore actually smiled at that. “No. Because I want you to get better. And now… now you’ve lost two people, Jack. I know that at one time I was important to you. Maybe I’m not anymore. But I was, okay? Don’t deny it.” It was hard to refer to their friendship in the past tense, but -- truthful and probably good to confront out in the open.
“… I’m not.”
“And now – Duffy. Two people on the loss side, two relationships that – could have really mattered. And what have you gained? Money? Infamy? A few broken bones?” Sure, it was mainly guesswork, but she wasn't dumb. Learning about Jack moonlighting as Harkness had explained about how he always managed to pay rent even when he was between jobs and why he had insisted on that weird electric car.
“A lot of money.”
“Yeah, because you care so much about shit like that. Just…” She wasn't sure how to continue. She wasn't sure if she should continue. What if Jack wasn't even really listening, what if she was just wasting her time. Why was she wasting her time?
“What.”
“Jack, just think about it logically. There’s two roads in front of you. One where you keep losing people, the other where you might even gain lost friends back and, if that doesn’t happen, you can make new connections that actually stick. Just. Think about it.”
“Lore, you’re a bitch.”
He didn't sound that angry. Lore rubbed her eyes. “I know. …How’s LA?”
“Nice. Seattle?”
“Rainy.” She grinned a little.
“Heh.”
Even that small burst of laughter, however fake and forced it was -- Lore wanted to help him. “Jack…”
“I gotta go.”
“Right. Alright, just. Think about it, okay?” Not going to push it, not going to push it.
“Thinking.”
Lore said quietly, “Bye.”
“Yeah.”
She didn't hang up until she heard the click of his phone closing, then she pressed the end call button. Setting the phone gently back on her nightstand, Lore looked at it for a few moments, chewing on her already chapped lips. She really really wanted to believe that this might finally shake some sense into Jack's thick skull. Might get him to snap out of his juvenile obsession with being the bad guy. Might even realize that you didn't have to define yourself like that. She sighed, grabbing her mask out of the hidden drawer under her bed, and sliding it on. She couldn't think about him right now. Lore had done all she could, and now Firebird had to work.
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Jack's side of the conversation here.