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CALLEN DEVEREAUX
Posted: Apr 1 2012, 05:25 AM


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There had to be something spectacularly unhealthy about sharing a bed with your ex though, oddly, despite her being a trained psychiatrist, Callen seemed to be the only one bothered by the current state of affairs. Of course, by no stretch of the imagination was he saying that it wasn’t nice to wake up every morning besides a beautiful woman but their history and his feelings towards her made it somewhat awkward – even if sleeping was the only thing going on in the bed. Then again, maybe if they were having sex Callen would have had a slightly better reason to feel uncomfortable with the situation but, even as a man with no concept of shame, he could never bring himself to use her in such a way. No, the thing that got to him – really got to him – was the way that he would wake up to find her nestled so delicately in his arms. Whether or not it was his doing or hers didn’t really matter, the fact was that she was there and he was holding her and, sooner or later, he wasn’t going to want to let her go.

Callen was a man who could face pretty much anything and take it in his stride – having a gun held to his head, having the crap kicked out of him, hell, even the zombie apocalypse – but the one thing he couldn’t face, couldn’t go through again, was knowing that he’d had her and lost her. And one would surely follow the other, it was inevitable. It was how they worked; at first they would push each other a little but misdeeds would be forgotten or rectified in the bedroom but, soon enough, it would start to mount up ad they would both realise how miserable they were making each other. She would leave him and he would revert to a useless mess, only this time he imagined Chuck had better things to be doing with his time than trying to get Callen to pull it together.

He awoke to the familiar feeling of her stirring besides him, his arms having found their way around her again at some point during the night. To begin with it didn’t even register that something was wrong because, really, everything felt right – the warmth of her body against his, the smell of her hair. Admittedly, had Lucy been awake and aware that he was having such thoughts she probably would have pointed out that her hair wasn’t clean and she didn’t smell even remotely nice but for all Callen cared, she could roll around in a puddle and he’d still find everything about her utterly intoxicating. To Callen, Lucy was like a drug and he was a recovering addict – he’d never truly be over her and he would spend the rest of his life craving her, until he either died or relapsed.

With careful and measured movements, he managed to pull his arm from under her and climb out of bed. In the corner of the room, the dogs head rose to see what was going on before softly padding across the cabin towards Callen, who by this point was heading for the door. “Quiet girl, mummy’s sleeping.” He whispered, giving the dogs a light scratch behind the ears before slowly pulling the cabin door open and leaving. Making his way out onto the deck of the Cape Rouge, Callen took a seat on one of the deck chairs, a smile on his face as he realised that there was still a beer in the cooler besides the chair. Without anything resembling hesitation, he picked up the can and opened it having little to no regard for the fact that the sun was only just starting to rise – hey, it had to be happy hour somewhere in the world, right?


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Lucy Carlyle
Posted: Apr 1 2012, 08:25 AM


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She knew it wasn't right, but damn did it feel good, lying there beside Callen… and there was a huge part of Lucy that… let's face it, didn't wanna move a muscle. There was another part of her, sure, that knew it was wrong, could only end in tears and another long and horrendous fight, but she didn't want to think with her more rational side. For the first time since the world went under in the most horrible of ways, she was somewhat happy, even if she had a feeling that it was like walking on thin ice, this life with Callen. She knew it, because of the way they were before, that one misstep and she'd fall right through the ice again and have to deal with yanking herself free once more… and it killed her to think that way. Sure, all they were doing was sleeping together, in the most innocent of ways, but that was the slippery slope they were on. When you cared about another person the way that she knew they did, it was only a matter of time before things got to that point, and they were lost.

Lucy was the type of woman who could face much and turn a blind eye because she just didn't want to focus or face something in a particular moment. Great at compartmentalizing, great and putting things off, she'd done that in the past, kept herself in a relationship that she knew was killing them both. She KNEW that Callen would have never been the one to pull away, and so that was why she'd done it. But that morning, she just wanted to lie there, his arms around her, savour the feel of his breath on her skin as they lay there, side by side on that tiny cot.

A shame that she felt safer right there than she'd done for so long. If he were anyone else, she'd be kicking herself. As it is, she was fighting the urge to lean up and kiss him, just because it was how they used to wake up before when they were curled into one another. Now, she knew that would only end up with feeling stupid, and so she just laid there, pretending to sleep, even as she felt him stir and then get up, his soft voice reaching her as he talked to their dog. She knew he wouldn't check her and so she turned over to watch him padding away, her eyes half-open, willing at a second's notice to shut them if he did turn to look.. but he didn't.

She pushed herself up to sitting the second that the door closed fully, and as it latched, she reached down to pet the dog as well, shaking her head. "Yeah, Daddy doesn't know mummy as well as he likes to think he does," she said with a little smile, her whisper quiet even as she bent to kiss the dog between the ears. But curling up and onto her feet, she tugged the shirt she was wearing down, one of Cal's… and then padded from the room, her hair a wild, dark tangle down her back as she went out in search of him. And there, on the deck, she caught him, drinking from a can of beer… and it was enough to make her bite her lip to keep the sarcasm in. Why did he do these things to himself? "Breakfast of champions?" she asked him, her hip leaning against the doorframe, head tilted to rest above. She watched him for a moment before sighing. "I wish you didn't get up. That… was nice, even if it shouldn't be."

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CALLEN DEVEREAUX
Posted: Apr 4 2012, 08:14 AM


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As he stepped out onto the deck, having forgotten yet again to dress beyond the boxer shorts he had been wearing to sleep in, Callen found himself squinting and needing to raise a hand to block the harsh bright light of the Texas sun. It was going to be another glorious and sunny day in Houston, well, weather-wise at least. There was no telling what the rest of the day would hold. With all of the strange an unpredictable things that had been happening lately, anything could happen. Ever since Lucy had agreed to come back to his boat, Callen had been living in fear of the day Chuck would turn up and the shit would hit the fan. But, hopefully that wouldn’t happen today, today was much too fine a day for that level of drama and ridiculousness. Making his way across the deck, Callen quickly collapsed into his favourite deckchair, letting out a contented sigh despite the circumstances. It was odd that he was actually starting to feel at home on the old and rickety salvage boat – if someone had told him only eight months ago that he would be happy living in the same place for such a length of time, Callen would have laughed at them. This was the longest he had stayed in one place in over ten years. Even when he had been living with Lucy it was only for a couple of months at a time before he and Chuck would be off somewhere on another adventure.

More surprisingly was the fact that he was going crazy or bouncing off the walls – hell, he was actually starting to enjoy it. Sitting back and cracking open a warm can of beer that had been sat out in the early morning sun, Callen couldn’t help but grin a little grin to himself. Yes, despite all the awkwardness in the bedroom, it was a pretty good morning. At least he thought it was until he heard a voice behind him. He started slightly, quickly turning his head to the source of the sound. “Jesus, Luce.” He grumbled as she continued speaking. It soon became painfully apparent that she had been wake the whole time but, to start with, he chose to ignore that, instead addressing her previous point about the can in his hand. “Well, I was going to have it on Coco Pops but I’m not sure chocolate beer would taste all that great... plus, we’re out of Coco Pops...” Callen remarked, flashing her a playful grin to show he wasn’t serious – though she didn’t need to know that the only reason he wasn’t serious about beer on Coco Pops was because he had already tried...

I didn’t know you were awake.” He quickly admitted, deciding that it would probably save a lot of time and hassle in the long run. “Sorry about that – I must have rolled over in my sleep.” Callen gave a shrug before taking another sip from the can. Now he took a moment to wonder if she would find fault in his apology – which, considering the fact that they both knew he couldn’t feel shame, seemed pretty likely. Besides, that, she had said that it was nice. “It was nice, there’s nothing wrong with having a – ” He paused, looking at her with a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face at the word he was about to use. “Cuddle.” Very manly, he told himself with a shake of his head and another sip from the can. Realising that he hadn’t offered her a drink and also that he would very much like to change the topic of conversation, Callen smiled at her nodding his head towards the empty deckchair beside his. “Do you want one? I think there should be some more around here somewhere, unless Ron’s been on a bender...

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Lucy Carlyle
Posted: Apr 4 2012, 09:13 AM


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Maybe she should have stayed in bed, maybe she could have been able to focus enough to make her thoughts less of a jumbled tangle than they were that morning, but no, she knew that there was nothing to be done. She'd made her way to the door and just stood there, staring out at the sight that Callen afforded. Yeah, he was a good looking man, something that she never really noticed about him unless they weren't talking. When they were, there were other things that tended to distract her, like the annoyance she sometimes felt just for his behaviour.

Yeah, it was nothing that she wasn't used to… and in fact, she should have been prepared for his reaction when she did finally speak up, but she hadn't. Not really. She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side, letting it rest against the open doorway that led into the bowels of the boat. She hadn't realized that she would startle him in just that way. "You didn't spill that, did you?" she said and then just slowly grinned at him, pushing off the wall, her expression going a little calmer. She didn't want to fight, not this morning. She woke up in a rather good mood, so why would she want to spoil it. "Morning, Cal…" she said with a bit of a laugh in her voice. Yeah, it's better to laugh things off than just… not.

His mention of the Coco-Pops had her rolling her eyes. Jesus, some things never changed. "Man, life must just suck for you to miss out on chocolate beer," she said and wrinkled her nose. She would NOT have been surprised if he were being sincere about eating that… but his cheeky grin was enough of a hint that he was playing, and she couldn't stop the rise of an answering grin of her own for the sight. Yeah, they were in trouble.

"I was only half-awake, really… it was enough," she said and then shook her head. "No, it's okay. I mean, it's your bed, I just happen to be in it. You can't stop yourself rolling in it," she said with a shrug, but it almost bothered her just how cool he was about it. Like it didn't matter. It was the same old issues, coming back around. She was sick of being the one to find fault, of arguing, of making the pair of them lapse into arguments. She was about to speak up again, her mouth even about to form the work 'look', when he spoke and… it was all she could do to arch one brow high, very high, at the word 'cuddle'. "No, there's nothing wrong with having a cuddle," she repeated, but there was a twitch of her lips that showed she was fighting the need to laugh or smile… or a mix of both. "We should have done that more before…"

Maybe if they had, she'd have been less of a bitch? Unlikely.

Still, his offer of a drink and the smile were welcome, and moving to the chair he offered, she sat down, trying to pull the t-shirt down a little over her bum as she curled up in the chair, raising her legs up and to the side. She waved off the thought of a drink. No matter her lushy tendencies, she wasn't drinking THAT early. "Nah, I'm good… It's a little early for me, but you go ahead," she said, waving a hand at him. Honestly, she didn't think that Callen would ever really stop with that one, but it wasn't like she had a reason to stop him. No, she wouldn't think along those lines… it was time to change the subject again. "I bet you that Mittens is up on the bed right now, curled into your spot. She was always good at taking your pillow," she said, her smile turning a little cheeky at him.

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CALLEN DEVEREAUX
Posted: Apr 6 2012, 03:40 PM


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Callen started slightly as she spoke – something which, considering the times they lived in, he rarely did. He’d thought that she was still asleep and Ron, well, Ron had never really struck Callen as much of a morning person so it wasn’t like he was expecting anyone else to appear on deck for at least a couple of hours. But there she was, wearing one of his shirts that revealed a wonderful amount of her – something that might cause problems later on. Fortunately there was no issue of said shirt leaving not enough, or too much, to the imagination. No, imagination was not required when it came to what was under the shirt, though even Callen knew that this probably wasn’t the time of the place to be thinking about her naked. Then again, he was only wearing boxers so, in some ways they really broke even. Craning his neck, slightly, he kept his eyes on her as she spoke, an easy smile on his lips. “Hey, I might be a lot of things, but I’m not the sort of guy to let any beer go to waste.” Callen told her pretending to be offended by her question. She was smiling and that was always a good sign – he liked to see her smile, he liked the thought that, somehow, she was happy. “Mornin’.” He repeated, equalling her grin with one of his own.

Coco Pops and beer. No, even he was deranged enough to think that would ever be a good idea. Oh sure, he’d tried it before, but never again – it was a waste of good beer and good Coco Pops. “You know, I was thinking about it and I think that no more chocolate beer is probably the worst thing about the apocalypse.” He was still grinning from ear to ear like a madman, so he hoped it was more than apparent that he was having a joke and that she didn’t need to start thinking about breaking out the straight jacket. But maybe, a gag would be necessary, he thought to himself as he admitted that he thought she’d been asleep. Then, in the space of around five minutes, he managed to both dig himself a hole and pull himself out of it, avoiding any dark looks or exasperated words from Lucy. It had been nice, it probably wasn’t even worth trying to lie about that, even if it wouldn’t be very good for them in the long run. Though as he struggled to use the less than manly word ‘cuddle’ he caught the look on her face but, despite that look, she agreed with him pointing out that they should have cuddled more back when they were still together.

Do you think that would have helped?” His tone was curious but still somewhat neutral. He wasn’t looking to start a fight, just casually wondering if really thought that the occasional cuddle might have saved their relationship – or, for that matter, if she really thought that there was anything at all that could have saved it. Of course he didn’t want to ask that particular question, not outright at least since he already knew the answer – a change of jobs and friends. A lot of their problems had been unfairly blamed on Chuck, and that was a topic of conversation that would cause an argument. His eyes followed her as she moved to sit down, offering her a beer as she did. He took another sip from the can as Lucy continued to speak and almost found himself snorting beer out of his nose. “Yeah, you and her both – don’t think I never noticed that you used to creep onto my side of the bed every time I had to get up in the night.

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Lucy Carlyle
Posted: Apr 6 2012, 05:30 PM


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Lucy actually did feel somewhat sorry that she'd made Callen jump like he did… she knew that of all men, he had nerves of steel and there was likely something pretty wrong if it would be her that'd make him react that way. What did he live through since they separated? Was he hurt again? Shot, stabbed, beaten… she'd heard many and all excuses back when they were together for the many injuries he'd come home with. This man who could react like this, it made her feel… sorry. Sorry that she just appeared like she had. She made a mental note to walk a little heavier, just so he didn't feel that surprise again. Though… she had to admit, she liked the way he looked… her in just his shirt and him in just his boxers… that reminded her of lazy Saturday mornings, something good. But it was that smile on his face that was the best thing… and taking a step nearer, she just smiled back. "Well yeah, okay, that's the Callen I know and love," she said without thinking and then slowly took another step, the floor cold but she'd had worse.

She had to admit, though, she missed the strange conversations they used to have when she left him… and this was a great example. "Chocolate beer? Well, if it's all the same, I think there's a possibility that chocolate beer was a cause of the Apocalypse…" she teased him but she happened to wonder what it was that he would even like about such a thing. She knew he was joking, she wasn't a moron and his smile was proof enough of that, but there was also the knowledge that he would piss her off eventually with such comments and she didn't want it to get that far. Couldn't they just live in this… medium? She liked it there… where she wasn't pissed off and he wasn't pathetically sad.

Still, his question caught at her, and leaning her head back, she blinked at him, unsure. "Probably? I really don't know, Cal," she told him honestly, too tired to fight suddenly. She shrugged one shoulder and curled up a little in the chair and just tried to keep herself from moving to his lap. It was comfortable there, she knew that, but it was also confusing and she wasn't sure that there would be any quick fixes if she cut the space between them down to nothing. The thing that broke them was… his job, their lives, his friends… her need to have him actually be THERE with her. Even when he was, he was apart, never fully included, always a little separate through his own choice. It killed her, because she wanted him to be the one and she had to leave. Here and now… she didn't know what it was, but she was trying. She let her lips lift in a smile and then grinned. "Hey, can you blame us? We girls are smart… we know how good it smelled on that pillow… and you always ran hot. Was even toastier on your side of the bed."

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Posted: Apr 13 2012, 11:19 AM


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There were moments when the talked, when he saw her smiling at him, that a part of him genuinely forgot that they weren’t together anymore. It had started out as something small, like the urge to put his arm around her whenever she was close enough but, slowly, it was turning into something else entirely. Callen knew that it was vital he not let himself slip up but sometimes it was just so damned hard. Just seeing her standing there wearing his shirt, plenty of leg on display with a smile on her face, gave him the urge to pick her up and hold her over the side of the boat – to annoy her, to make her shout and swear and laugh at him. But that was how it started, laughter soon became something else and, before he knew it, he’d be dragging her back to bed and this time for less than innocent reasons. And it definitely didn’t help matters when she chose to throw words like love around. Taking a drink from the can, he chose to ignore it, knowing that she hadn’t used the word intentionally.

Hey, whoa, whoa. Chocolate beer is – was – awesome.” It really wasn’t. “I think in some parts of the world that constitutes fightin’ talk.” Again, probably not but they were talking about chocolate beer so seriousness was not playing a very large part in the conversation. Besides, it was nice to just be able to dick-around, for want of a better term. Everyone was too serious these days, no one wanted to joke around, well, except Ron but half the time Callen couldn’t tell if he was joking or if he seriously thought that there were galaxies far, far away. “In fact, I think that once things settle down, there'll be whole religions devoted to chocolate beer – so you should probably start to get used to the idea now, otherwise they might try to sacrifice you or something...” Now he was definitely being silly, they both knew exactly how he felt about organised religions – having been raised by nuns had left him rather jaded on the subject.

The conversation took a slightly more serious turn and Cal couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t held her more when they had been together. It had never been his intention to neglect her and, for the longest time when they were together, he’d been completely oblivious to the fact that he had even being doing it. But he didn’t want to fight and, fortunately, it seemed that she didn’t either. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry we didn’t cuddle more.” He said with a shrug and a slight smile by way of an apology. He really didn’t want to do the whole ‘what went wrong with our relationship’ talk again but maybe, just maybe, he could apologise for the way he had treated her and maybe they could even be friends. Half laughing, half almost choking on his drink, Callen listened to her reasons for always stealing his spot in the bed and found himself grinning from ear to ear by the end of it. “Oh, I see, so you only ever wanted me for my body heat?” He asked in a tone of mock outrage. “I’m not a piece of meat, you know, I have feelings!” Callen struggled to keep a straight face and soon descended into fits of laughter.

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Posted: Apr 14 2012, 09:09 AM


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It was hard to sometimes remember, when they were like this, that they weren't together. The way he was sitting there, smiling at her… the way he was dressed in only boxers. It reminded her of many mornings when they'd been up all night, talking about things that they shouldn't… fresh from bed, just like this, just… not so innocent. This was a new kind of dance, and the steps were, she had to admit, a little out of her reach. How the hell was she supposed to pretend that she wasn't thinking of all the not-so innocent times when he looked so much the same? She moved to sit and curled up, tugging the shirt down around her hips, trying to stay somewhat decent.

She was yanked out of her thoughts with his continued arguments about chocolate beer… and the thought of even drinking the stuff, yeah, she made sure he knew what she thought with the horrible face she pulled. "You're so full of shit sometimes," she shot back at him but there was a grin slowly appearing on her face that softened the blow of those words. "If anyone has a problem with me and my anti-chocolate beer talk, cmon… they can say it to my face," she said, tilting her head up to show off her stubborn chin, but she was still grinning. This was good… they weren't being serious and she knew that it was better than talking about their past. "You know, if that's the way the world's gonna go, I think that I'm gonna turn into one of those hermits and hide out. I don't think I could bow down to a bottle of beer…" She honestly couldn't… and she knew that he didn't think so much of organized religion, which is why she just smirked. "Or better yet, let them sacrifice me. I think things would all be going downhill from there anyway. Who'd want to stick around after beer's a kind of Idol?"

Was it bad that she wanted to reach out and touch his hand? Probably.

Still, there was that feeling that maybe, just maybe, if they'd done things differently they might have worked things out. Was she really all that sure they wouldn't fight and wouldn't have ended worse off? Not really. So when he mentioned being sorry, she just shook her head. "Well, can't cuddle a person when you're halfway around the world," she reminded him, because so much of what broke them was the job. She knew it; he knew it. Why pretend? She didn't want to get into the same old argument, the he-said, she-said bullshit, so she was glad that he changed the subject. Thankfully. To body heat. She arched a brow at him, but that same, teasing smile appeared on his face for how he took it, making her roll her eyes a second later. "Yep, that's all it was. Mittens and I were just in it to stay warm," she teased him and slowly grinned right into his face, eyes glittering with mirth. "Are you sure you've got feelings? I always saw you as a Cal-shaped water bottle!" she taunted him right back and then collapsed into giggles herself, head back on the chair, hands on the arms and all but relaxed as she laughed. This… this was good.

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Posted: Apr 23 2012, 04:42 AM


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Callen had always imagined that this sort of thing was precisely why she had chosen to be with him. As far as he was concerned, Lucy was more than capable of getting any guy that she wanted but not every guy would treat her like an equal or a friend. He had been raised to respect women, rather than treat them as sex objects. Oh sure, she was pretty – no, she was absolutely stunning, even when she looked like she’d just fallen out of bed – but her looks weren’t the reason he had fallen in love with her. If he had to narrow it down to one thing, he would have said that it was her laugh, her playfulness. Towards the end of their relationship she hadn’t laughed and, really, that was how he knew that it needed to end. He wanted her to laugh, he wanted her to enjoy life and it just didn’t seem possible with him around so he had let her go. And now, despite all that had happened, she was laughing again. Admittedly, it was hard to tell if she was laughing at him or with him, but having no concept of shame, it really didn’t bother him – he was just happy that she seemed happy.

His face pulled into a mock expression of shock as she called him out on being full of shit, for a moment it stayed there before he started to grin again, nodding slightly in agreement. “I’m sayin’ it to your face right now!” He retorted with a laugh, still fighting the urge to pick her up and dangle her over the side of the boat just to make her laugh some more. “Hey, I know plenty of guy’s who’d be prepared to worship a beer – hell, a lot of them already do. Ch—” He managed to stop himself from uttering his partners name just in time, instead quickly replacing it. “Ron would, me too probably, in fact now that I think about it, half the guys on the bay probably would – though between you and me, I don’t think I’d really want to be in a religious cult that involved any of them...” Cal paused, taking another sip from the can. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of sitting around in a paper hat drinking beer, I’d just rather not do it around those guys.

No, instead he’d much rather lay in bed with her, cuddling. But that wasn’t on the cards anymore. At least he could apologise and at least she didn’t respond by throwing something heavy at his head. The old Cal would have argued that she had kept unsociable hours too, but even then, he had been able to go and see her at her office – something she hadn’t been able to do when he was off in places like China and Africa. “You’re right.” He admitted with the slightest of sighs, still not wanting this to turn into an argument, instead changing the subject back to something lighter. “Of course I’ve got feelings!” More mock outrage. “If you cut me do I not bleed? If you tickle me do I not scream like a little girl? If you try to feed me olives do I not pull this face?” Closing his eyes tightly, he stuck out his tongue. “The answer is yes, in case you were wondering.” Struggling to hold a straight face, he took another drink from the can, finally finishing the beer and throwing the empty over the rail into the water below. “There’s so much more to me than my dashing good looks, cuddliness and ability to stay nice and toasty.” And. God, how he wanted to show her all of those things...

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