Lois Lane (
skepticgirl_1) wrote2017-11-23 01:09 pm
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stay with me, go places
We were having Thanksgiving dinner. It didn't matter to me that Jake was Welsh and probably couldn't care less about the founding of America. I wasn't even sure I cared all that much, considering how crappy we were to the Native Americans and how much of a farce a lot of that history was. But I needed Thanksgiving. Just like I had gone to that concert on the Fourth of July, for something homey, for something familiar, I needed a Thanksgiving to remind me of who I was. What I had lost but also what I had to be thankful for.
It was really hard to be thankful for anything in this city, considering, but I had tried. I had Jake, I had friends, I had a job. I had a roof over my head and enough money for whatever I wanted (mostly) and my health. I still had memories of home and what it meant to me. I had a lot, all things considered. I was going to take this one day -- okay, maybe a few hours of this day -- to be happy for that.
The only problem was I didn't know how to cook. Mom always managed this kind of stuff and I was regulated to the boring stuff that Lucy wasn't allowed to do because it involved sharp objects. Peeling potatoes, cutting up carrots and onions. I had no idea what even to do with a turkey. So I had cheated and bought a precooked turkey, one of the smaller ones (even though it seemed like no small turkeys existed, did they really evolve to be this fat and covered with feathers?), and then I cheated more by buying the pie, instant potatoes, easy bake biscuits and the kind of stuffing that you only needed to add water to and bake.
I did however make my own green bean casserole. That was way easier than I had expected, so I was proud of my work. After mashing up some cranberry so it wasn't that jelly-can shape, I brought the bowl and myself over to the table.
"Alright, time to say what you're grateful for. Then we can eat."
There were going to be leftovers for days.
It was really hard to be thankful for anything in this city, considering, but I had tried. I had Jake, I had friends, I had a job. I had a roof over my head and enough money for whatever I wanted (mostly) and my health. I still had memories of home and what it meant to me. I had a lot, all things considered. I was going to take this one day -- okay, maybe a few hours of this day -- to be happy for that.
The only problem was I didn't know how to cook. Mom always managed this kind of stuff and I was regulated to the boring stuff that Lucy wasn't allowed to do because it involved sharp objects. Peeling potatoes, cutting up carrots and onions. I had no idea what even to do with a turkey. So I had cheated and bought a precooked turkey, one of the smaller ones (even though it seemed like no small turkeys existed, did they really evolve to be this fat and covered with feathers?), and then I cheated more by buying the pie, instant potatoes, easy bake biscuits and the kind of stuffing that you only needed to add water to and bake.
I did however make my own green bean casserole. That was way easier than I had expected, so I was proud of my work. After mashing up some cranberry so it wasn't that jelly-can shape, I brought the bowl and myself over to the table.
"Alright, time to say what you're grateful for. Then we can eat."
There were going to be leftovers for days.
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"What I'm grateful for?" he repeated, looking up and arching an eyebrow. "That a real thing you Americans do? What happens if someone's not thankful for anything? Do they say that?"
He was giving her a hard time because he could. Because she hadn't done anything horribly dumb during the Purge and he hadn't had to bail her out of jail or pick her up from the hospital. So, teasing her was allowed. It was mandatory.
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"They can at least be thankful that someone slaved in the kitchen to turn freeze dried starches into quite frankly better than you would think potatoes and stuffing."
I laid my napkin in my lap primly and sat up straighter. "It may not be something that all Americans do, but it's what my family does and so we're gonna do it."
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He put his napkin on his lap and then folded his hands together, looking thoughtful. "Well, I'm grateful that you didn't get yourself into too much trouble on Halloween. And I'm grateful that me squad car wasn't driven into the ocean that night either."
There were other things he wa thankful for but so many of those were very personal so he was going to see how deep she wanted this to go before opening up.
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"Well for my job and the fact that I get to continue reporting and writing, even though I am stuck here and most of the natives don't care that they live in the Twilight Zone," I said. I was especially grateful for that, even though every story I uncovered only confirmed for me that I did not want to be here, not now and not for the long haul.
"And." I rolled my eyes begrudgingly, trying to hide my sheepish smile. "I'm grateful that I have a guardian who lets me mostly do what I want but cares what I get up to."
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He picked up his fork and held it aloft over his plate. "Safe to eat now or are there more American traditions that I need to learn? Special song? Special handshake? Do I have to eat a specific food first?"
He tapped his fork against the plate and then added, "Do I have to make a speech since it's my first Thanksgiving?"
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"Yes, yes, there's a speech," I said without hesitation and so seriously that he had to know that I was joking. I didn't always have the best poker face. "You have to talk about how awful Great Britain was and why the pilgrims had to leave and how they made such a better country than before.
"But besides that.." I started ladling heaping portions onto my plate. "Your plate must be full to bursting. You put cranberry sauce on your turkey and you put gravy on everything."
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He stuck his tongue out at her before he started going for the food, dumping heaps onto his plate and not caring that various foods were going to end up mixed together in weird concoctions.
"Why cranberry on the turkey, though?" he asked her, shaking his head. "Turkey seems just fine without that and cranberry's not bad on its own. Gravy I can understand going on everything but cranberry sauce?"
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"It's healthy to have a little lack of respect for your country. Besides, having a queen isn't all that great. Honestly -- and I mean honestly here -- what does she do besides wear silly hats and cut ribbons?" Maybe that was an unfair perception given to me by American media, but what else could she do?
"Just.. try the cranberry and the turkey together and you'll see what I mean," I said. Or he would end up spitting it out, if he was weird.
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He had a fairly good glare but there would be no glare better than that of Britain's queen. She was one of a kind when it came to just standing there and being terrifying.
"And fine, fine, I will trust you on this, Lois, because you know the food better than me but I reserve the right to not like it," Jake decided, spreading some cranberry sauce atop his turkey. "Just a warning."
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I had to admit, that was something to aspire to. Maybe I was giving this queen thing less credit than it deserved. Not the queen herself, but the position. It was always hard to be a woman in a position of power surrounded by men.
"And you're allowed not to like it, but you're not allowed to tell me," I said. "I worked hard on this and I expect ego boosts. Unless it's completely terrible and then we can both laugh about it."
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Jake finished putting food on his plate and sat back, taking it all in. "I know you worked hard on this so don't worry, even if it's terrible, I'm gonna eat it. I can't remember the last time I had a homecooked meal. My mum got too sick to really cook back home and my dad was really never there. So, I ate a lot of take away Chinese."
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Wow, what an awful thought, to be here that long. It had been less than six months and every day felt like a struggle for me. Less and less these days, though. That scared me.
I shook my head and got back to the dinner. I frowned. "What was she sick with?" I asked, carefully avoiding the mention of his dad. That seemed kind of straightforward. "Not that there's anything wrong with Chinese take out, but I could see that getting old quick."
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There were many things he didn't like about not being in Brighton. Not being able to be there for his mum was the biggest one. If his father didn't get his act together, she'd have no one. She'd be alone as she got worse and worse and worse. It was a horrible thought and one that was difficult to swallow down.
He grabbed for his drink and took a few big gulps before sighing. "Sucks."
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"I'm sorry," I said. "It does suck. And it must suck to be away from her." I thought about how much I had complained about being away from my family and felt a little bad about it. At least I didn't have to sit with the knowledge that my mom, or anyone in my family, was slowly dying without me.
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If she wasn't, he didn't know what he'd do if he got back to Brighton to find out his mother had died. She would never blame him or make him feel guilty for not being there but she wouldn't have to. Jake would blame himself and that guilt would never, ever abate.
"Don't go telling anyone that, yeah?" Jake asked, frowning. "I haven't told many people about her."
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I started slightly and quickly answered Jake's request with a shake of my head. "Of course not," I said. "I would never. I'm a reporter, not a blabbermouth." I wasn't offended by what he said, but I wanted him to know that his secrets, whatever he chose to tell me, were safe with me.
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"Anyway, what's been up with you lately?" Jake asked her. "Anything exciting or anything that I should prepare to see you in the station for?"
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I dug into my food and answered him with a shrug between bites. "Nothing at the moment. Midterms are coming up so I decided I should actually focus a little on school. And, you know..." I pushed around my mashed potatoes briefly, mouth twisted into a disappointed shape. "Everything feels a little different. After the Purge."
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But, there was no way to tell in Darrow. It could happen next week and Jake would be, once again, powerless to stop it from happening.
"Anything worrying for the midterms? I always sucked at math."
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I tossed my hair back, trying to get back to light conversation. "I suck at math, too," I admitted. "But there's this guy that's... I wouldn't call us friends but he helps me sometimes." I wouldn't call most people friends. I was still getting used to the idea of being in Darrow for a while, and with the concept of making friends. "That's a life saver, actually. I should have paid attention to study groups, like, way long ago."
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Jake just wanted to know because he was curious. And because he would absolutely run a background check on this kid to make sure he wasn't some horrible criminal when he wasn't helping young girls with their school work.
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"He's Mark.. something. Something that comes before L. Mazano? Something like that. I don't know." That was a lie. I knew exactly what his last name was. Marciano. But I sure as heck wasn't giving that information to Jake.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're so not running a background check on him."
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He would hear no argument. He wouldn't dig too deeply on this kid, just enough to make sure he didn't have any priors and wasn't in some gang that he didn't know about.
"You would do the same thing in my position and you know it."
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"But, hey, speaking of background checks and making sure people are good enough for each of us," I said, quickly seizing onto a subject that also amused me. "How's that going for you? You know, the whole love life thing?"
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Not even his mum really asked him about that but he knew she had other things on her mind that weren't who her son was seeing at that particularly time in his life.
"Well, lately it's been nonexistent much to my chagrin," Jake told her, shrugging. "Not a lot of time between getting this all set up, working, the whole Purge thing and all. I'll get around it at some point, I'm sure."
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"You'll 'get around to it'? That sounds pretty boring, Jake. Don't let me cramp your style." The last thing I wanted was for Jake to feel like he had to be careful in his own house. Well, all that careful. Doing anything on the couch or in the main room was unacceptable because we both used that. But I didn't want him thinking I needed him or anything.
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He shrugged. There were a few men out there that he liked, cared about but work had been stressful and he'd been sorting things out between him and Lois that being with guys had just fallen to the wayside.
"That eager to try and catch someone here so you can make fun of me, yeah?"
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"I just don't want you to feel like a parent or anything," I said a touch more seriously. "Like, oh, I've got to make sure my kid's in bed by ten. As long as you're not, we're cool."
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Jake flicked some mashed potatoes at her to prove that he most definitely wasn't some overbearing pseudo parent.
"If you decide to bring anyone by, that's cool but please let me know because I do not want to walk in on anything gross."
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I wrinkled my nose and raised a hand to ward off the potatoes. I got him back by dipping my fingers in my water and flicking it at him.
"I'm not bringing anyone by except maybe to study," I said confidently. "I'm not, I dunno, ready for that. Maybe not ever here."
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"You will make friends, though, right?" Jake asked, eyeing her. "You shouldn't just be someone who thinks of people as subjects and stuff. Make friends, have fun, that sort of thing. You're willing to do that, yeah?"
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"It's just that we moved so much when I was a kid. I don't think I was in the same school for more than six months at a stretch. And no one wants to make friends with the new kid, or the kid that's gonna disappear in a few months. So I'm just... not used to it, I guess?"
I arched my brows at him. "And I made friends back in Metropolis by getting into dangerous situations and saving ourselves through cleverness and teamwork, which I don't think is the way you want me to go about it now."
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He was unreliable and he made bad decisions and his instincts weren't always the best when it came to his personal life. But, he wanted to try and do right by her and make sure she had a healthy household to come home to and enjoy. Even if he wasn't going to be a warm person, he would make sure she had a good place to be.
They'd always have food, at least, even if said food was Chinese takeaway.
"And yeah, please don't go getting into too much trouble. I know I can't stop it all but if I have to run to the hospital every time you get into something, I'm gonna be pissed."
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Honestly though, Jake had to qualify as my best friend here, and I was okay with that. He was easy to get along with and funny and being a cop and my guardian made him by nature someone who cared about other people and was at least somewhat reliable. I couldn't ask for much more.
"The only time I have ever been in the hospital was a broken arm when I was six and to get my tonsils out," I assured him. "We're good on the hospital front. Showing up at your work for something other than to say hi, that I can't promise."
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She was too young to have been arrested that many times already. But, she was also great at sticking her nose into places that it didn't belong and had a knack for finding just the wrong place at the wrong time.
"You're not gonna make me count your strikes, are you? Three strikes and you're out kinda deal?"
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"I promise to try to keep it under three." I hoped, on some level, that I wouldn't even be here long enough to make it anywhere close to three. I had a pretty good track record with staying out of the way of cops, surprisingly. But with the government being as ridiculous as it was, my relationship with civil officers might change.
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But, it was good to know that she wasn't some common criminal that he was going to have to wake up at two in the morning for to go pick up after some dumb arrest.
"Also, you don't have to call me Officer Jake, you know." He shrugged. "I can just be Jake."
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"But I know you're just Jake, too," I assured him, a touch more seriously.
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He knew that it wouldn't always be like this. She'd get into some trouble, they'd fight, they'd go days without talking but Jake hoped they'd be able to get through those instances. He just had to remind myself that this wasn't like with his father and he didn't have to just ignore him for weeks on end.
"So yeah, be respectful of people who are in charge but make an exception for me. Don't make me feel old."
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"Alright, be disrespectful to you, got it." I saluted him with my fork, smirking.
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Sounded like pretty simple rules, didn't they? Jake thought so. "And no judging any of the blokes I might bring home. I'm still gonna run background checks on anyone you bring here though. Fact of life. Just accept it now and we'll be all the happier."
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"Can't I judge but not say anything?" I asked. "More important question: When can I start asking if they're going to be my new daddy?" I barely got the question out before I was laughing again.
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He eyed her oh so seriously and nodded just to punctuate the seriousness of his threat (which was not serious at all). "And never imply that I'm someone's dad, bloody hell. I think my stomach just turned."
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Letting some of my amusement fade to back to normal, I moved around the last of the food on my plate. "How about big brother?" I offered, more seriously.
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Jake fell silent for a moment, a small, wistful smile on his face. He looked up at her, the smiled growing larger and more lopsided.
"Yeah, that works. I can work with big brother. And Officer Jake. Just not Mr. Vickers or Officer Vickers or sir or something. That's all for old people. I'm cool with the big brother thing. That's good."
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With his smile, I felt myself mimicking it, starting smile and growing to something so genuinely pleased that I couldn't help it.
"You got it," I said.