Jason Schuyler

Hesitant, pausing with her hand over the door. Eyes closing a moment before knocking, turning the knob and stepping in. Manners not a strong suit. Besides, he told her any time.

"Jas... Oh there, you are.'

Smiling, a genuinely affectionate smile. Her eyes slightly shadowed, still red from the night before. But smiling brightly.

"How are you, Sexy?"

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Looks up with a smile.

"Here I am."

Gets up and gives her a hug.

"Fine. What about you?"

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"I'm... Adam's home. Not sure how I feel about what happened. I'm still.. So gunshy.'

Shrugging her shoulders, taking his hand and tugging him to the sofa.

"And thank you. I knew I shouldn't have even thought of doing that coke but... I'm not as strong as everyone thinks."

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"Good. He did better than a phone call."

Curls up on the couch, pulling her beside him, shaking his head.

"Neither am I, Gorgeous."

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"Could you two keep it down? Couldn't sleep worth shit since Scud came in at fuckin' dawn. And when did you get yer ass home, Li... Yer not Lil.'

Pausing, standing in the doorway from the hallway wearing nothing but black silk boxers, a brow arching.

"Uhmmm. Okay. I remember a redhead here last night but not a blonde." Looks to Jason. "How fuckin drunk did I get?"

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Looks over at Gabriel, smiling.

"The redhead got called into work. This is Gorgeous. Emma, the cranky one over there is Gabriel."

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The moment he hit the door, she froze. Keeping her mind shut down. Wanting to judge him on appearance first.

Handsome. Naked. Not a bad body. Rapist.

She couldn't keep the last word from her mind.

"I'm not sure the pleasure is mine, Gabriel but... At least I meet the man that stole my car."

Smiling at that, watching his reaction.

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"Oh yeah. Uhmm, that.'

Head ducking, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't blame Lil, wouldcha? I took it. She just had a drive. I'll... Let me know if ya wanna repaint or wanna new one, okay?"

Slowly raising his gaze, afixing his most charming smile.

"I can see why the pup's hung up on you."

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"Lil only had a drive? Gabriel, I've seen her 'drive'."

Grins, watching Emma's reaction.

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"Yes, that was why I came by. About my car and to be hit on?'

Smile terse, rising off the sofa with a final squeeze to Jason's hand, smiling sadly at him.

"I'm sorry, Sexy, I can't be kind about this."

Arching a brow, hands folding under her chest.

"Care to tell me why you raped Leela? And before you say it's none of my damn business? Meet your mediator.'

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Eyes darting between the pair, really seeing this as no more than a social call. Until that question.

The color rising in his cheeks, flushing dark crimson even as the darkness fades from his eyes, bleeding out to gold. Stiffening, his whole body tightening as his eyes darted towards the door, weight shifting back as if to flee. Lips moving without a sound, working to try and make an excuse, make her understand. And in the end, he goes with honesty.

"Cause I fucked up."

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"Gabe."

One word, holding out his hand.

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Not even hesitating, slipping past the woman, eyes on Jason and not her. Fingers closing tightly over Jason's, clinging.

"I can do this, pup. I swear. I just... Don't pull punches do ya? Fuck...'

A little wide eyed, a little hungover and in complete shock.

"How can I explain bein lycan to someone that isn't? I mean... You can't understand what it's like. About havin another mind within yer own. One that... one that you can't always control."

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Slides to the end of the couch, pulling Gabe down to sit in front of him.

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Watching the boys settle on the sofa, watching every move, ever nuance, watching how they interact, how Gabriel treats Jason. All of it being stored away.

"I... I have a clue. Perhaps not the same but I'm a telepath and a mutant and I do understand losing control.'

Pausing, shaking her head.

"I didn't come here to accuse you. I came..."

Sighing, perching on the edge of the coffeetable, facing them.

"I came to find out if you are truly sorry. Leela wants me to help punish you. I... I refuse to not destroy you during it until I know that you are contrite, that you do know right from wrong and haven't just snowed Leela."

Staring right at him, no smile.

"I need to know that I shouldn't kill you right here, right now."

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Wrapt his arms around Gabriel, resting his head against the man's back.

Stiffens at Emma's words, trying to remember how to breathe.

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It hit her like a wall. The pain. The fear. That taste in the back of her throat like bile rising.

Bright eyes daring to Jason, looking at his posture, his movements. But she didn't need the visual. She could feel it. He was scared to death of losing this man.

Not flinching though her mind takes on a different tone in his.

I have to know, Jason. If he's the man you say he is, then I will do no more than Leela wants. I promise you.

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Nods, trying to relax, to think of anything else.

Sorry, Gorgeous. Thank you.

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His fingers close around Jason's, holding them tight. Feeling his lover so tight to his back, knowing his pain, his fear. Feeling it himself.

But unwilling to show it. Jason needed him strong right now. Needed him there. Not shuddering and trying to say goodbye before this woman snapped.

"Do what ya will, Darlin'. Prove it.Cause I know what's in my head and I know how sorry I am."

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Nodding, face emotionless as she slipped from the table, kneeling before the pair.

"I'm gonna touch your boyfriend, Sexy, don't hurt me.'

Trying so hard to smile even as her hands slid up Gabe's cheeks, moving to cradle his temples.

Eyes closing, shoulders slumping... a second before she goes rigid, shaking like electricity shot through her.

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Nods and closes his eyes, not wanting to watch.

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Trembling, the intrusion not hurting but.. he could feel it. Fingers tightening on Jason's, near painfully, perhaps breaking something. he didn't know. He couldn't think about it. He had to know Jason was there though. His. Still there.

Leela's face. Her Body. Heat. Pain. Need. Hunger. Flashes of color, motion, pain, drunken rage. And then the pain. Self loathing, the cut of silver into flesh, blood and pain and sex. Hatred. For himself. Suicidal thoughts. Worries for these people. Jason. And Leela. Scud. Lil. Lee. Sadness, a keening pain of heartache. Jason. Over and over again, Jason. And Leela. Her pain, his pain. His desire to make her happy, wanting to send her cars, pets, plants, jewelry. Anything. Knowing merely how to throw money at a problem. Seeking pain, wanting her to hurt him, to beat him. To even kill him. More. Not enough. None of it was enough.

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Bites his lip at the pain in his hand, feeling the smaller bones break, not caring.

Kisses the back of Gabriel's neck, lost as to how to help.

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