There was a girl with a curl...

[stone_roses]

Where: Trinidad safe house.
Who: Mac and Vivian.
When: Now.

Rating: R.
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Surreal.

The only word which seemed to sum up exactly how everything appeared to Vivian.

“I told you already, I’m not repeating myself.”

Her angry gaze settled on the man in front of her.

“Yeah, I heard.” He said.

Not one for a lot of words, that one. She mused. If Vivian had not known him through Audr she would have thought Mac was a big, dumb, brute; the muscle man of the group.



One look into his light brown eyes told her more than she needed to know, there was deeper things going on with him. The back of her mind whispered Immortal. Frustratingly there were no other details. Viv wanted to scream at the voice. At the man in front of her. Details. Give me fucking details.. She knew it was better to figure out on her own what she could.

Lord she was tired.

Raising her chin stubbornly, her mouth filled into a sullen pout.

“I’m tired. I’m dirty. Can I get a shower? Sleep? I don’t want you raging on me right now.”

Mac leant back on his heels. Folded his arms and his brow furrowed. His gut instinct told him he should be careful and not let down his guard. Part of him, the rational part, tried to convince him – this was technically Audr he was dealing with he shouldn’t be afraid of Audr. Mac ignored his internal laughter.

“Five minutes tops for the shower.”

“Are you kidding me? Five minutes?! Bitch please; you don’t have a mop of hair like this to deal with.”

“Baby, I can fix that for you. Let me get my razor.” He threatened.

“Shut it. Fifteen minutes.”

She was trouble.

“Ten.”

“Fine.” She accepted.

“Shower is that way.” Mac ignored his instinct telling him not to let her out of his sight. Not like she could do much harm to him. He reminded himself once again who he was dealing with.

Vivian pushed herself up off the chair and headed to the room he pointed. She wasn’t going to mess around. God she needed a shower. Sleep. Sleep would be lovely, she thought. Other thoughts settled in her mind, old thoughts. Vivian didn’t trust anyone and there was no reason to trust these men. Not the hard man with no hair and the softest eyes she had ever seen. Eyes that made you feel safe. Made you want to love the man, but made you know you couldn’t love him. He wouldn’t let you.

She wouldn’t trust the gentle man with startlingly blue eyes, who was afraid of the dark, and held on to a toy cow like he was still a child. She knew better than to be complacent with believing he was a gentle child all the time. Brothers. She knew that, but she didn’t trust them. Vivian only knew one thing: Torres would find her. Find them. Hurt them all.

She spent five minutes in the shower. Three minutes plotting.

Ten minutes later Mac was cursing himself as he saw the open, damaged window to the bathroom and found no sulking, pouting girl in sight.

Yeah, He thought to himself, I’m dealing with Audr.

Mac’s lips curled into his well known lopsided grin.