xp_logs | LOG: Alison and Haroun - Idiots and the Women Who Love Them

Alison reads Haroun's letter, then decides to go have some Words with the Moor.

"Why you..." Growling, Alison stalked down the steps, cane left behind in her room in favor of much stomping and snarling and stalking about. "Wait till I get my hands on you... strangle you dead..." the mutters kept going as Alison progressed through the mansion, scowling, sparks of light flashing about her now and then. "And then bring you back and strangle you more... big stupid... idiot!" She yanked a door open, looked inside the office and blinked, not having expected to find Haroun so quickly. "YOU!"

Haroun looked at Alison and swallowed heavily. She looked _pissed_. He flinched inside but forced himself to smile at her. "Hi." he said as warmly as he could manage. "Where's your cane?"

"My cane?" Alison smiled in a way which was far more about showing teeth than actually smiling. "In our room. So that I don't use it on you fool head! YOU!" She stalked through the room, no longer pretending to smile, waving one hand at him. "I can't believe you!" She reached forward to get a good solid grip on his shirt, glad that the height difference between the two of them wasn't so significant that she'd need to yank him down for what she planned.

Haroun got out one word before Alison kissed him so hard he saw stars. That one word? "But...."

"No! No but!" She shook him a bit, shaking her head. "Even if you are being a silly ass, no but! Honestly!" She stuck her fist under his nose, scowling furiously while not letting go of his shirt at all with her other hand. "Of all the stupid things to even think! That you'd not be enough! YOU! Not enough! Idiot!" She took hold of another fistful of shirt then, making sure he didn't get much else of another word in edgewise in the next breath.

Haroun was still a bit flabbergasted, his rather blue mood contrasting sharply with the rather attractive blonde who was insisting on shoving her tongue down his throat. When in doubt, go with the blonde. He kissed her back for a moment, then tried to pull away so he could explain, try to tell her why he did what he did. It was important to him that she understand.

"Idiot! Don't you dare!" She shook him ever so slightly again. "You think I'm with you because of Jetstream? You think I went on that first date with you because of Jetstream? No!" She stabbed the air with her index before he could speak. "It's you. Haroun. You're the man who asked me on a date and you're the man who I fell in love with. Jetstream is a part of that, yes, but not the whole of it, not by far. And I love you for a lot more than just that part of you. The whole dammit, the sum of all parts!"

Haroun shook his head. "It's not that simple!" he protested. "I. Can't. Defend. Myself." he said, and would have explained it in more depth had he not just been interrupted again.

"Neither can Miles!" Alison said. "Do you think I love him any less? No! And I won't push him away, nor would I push you away. Call me selfish or stupid, whichever works best for you, but I won't stop loving you or being with you just because you haven't worked out stuff in your head yet," she stressed the last word, "and it's tripping you up! You don't get off that easy! And neither do I!" She kissed him again this time, firmly so, still angry but also desperately wanting for him to understand.

"Miles is a child. Nobody expects a child to defend himself adequately." he protested after being thoroughly smooched. "And I can't be a target for some asshole who wants to get to you! It's not fair to you!"

"We're both already tagets anyway." She kissed him again, to keep him from saying something stupid. "And heck, being off the field, you're actually more likely to not get seriously hurt, really. So that argument goes right down the drain." She shook him, this time. "And it's not the point anyway. It doesn't change anything. Get it? Not changing, not for me. I'm staying with you and you're not getting rid of me so easily," she paused, for a heartbeat, flashing back to her conversations with Nathan and Lorna about finding a way to ask Haroun to marry her, and then gave him a narrow eyed glare, "and don't you ever dare even think to imply I'd be better off without you, d'you hear me! Don't!"

Haroun wanted to protest, to howl that she didn't understand. "And how do you think it makes _me_ feel, knowing that I'm dragging you down? That I can't help keep you safe, that I can't be your equal?" he said, eyes filling with water. He always was a crier when things got intensely emotional, and now was no different.

"You're not dragging me down! Loving you makes me stronger! Being with you makes me who I am now!" Alison shook her head at him, willing him to understand. "Remember when my power went in overload, Haroun? You didn't leave me then! You didn't cast me aside just because a mere touch was enough to bring me down and the sound of someone's voice was enough to knock me unconscious from the pain, did you?"

"If it came down to me versus the team, which would you take?" he asked her in a deadly serious tone. "If my life was on the line, if Arkady was standing there with his boot on my throat and was demanding you surrender, would you?"

"I won't answer a what if," Alison shook her head, refusing to get drawn in. "That's a head game, Haroun, and I won't go there. I made the choice to be with you over and over again and I'll keep making it. Just like you have for me. And the rest will happen as it does and we'll face it as it happens. That's how life works, Haroun. That's what being with someone is about..."

Haroun sighed. She didn't get it. He was about to launch into the next round of protests when she kissed him. Highly distracting, that. His well-formed argument went flying right out of his head on a chemokinetic trail. "So I take it that just Haroun is enough?" he said once they both came up for air.

Alison laughed quietly, refraining from calling him an idiot. "Silly man. Haroun was always more than I've ever dreamed of to start with." Maybe he'd get it one day, she thought, smiling at him gently before leaning forward, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "I love you."

Haroun let himself run his hand through her hair. "Love you too." he told her softly. "I'm just ... scared, I guess. That I can't be what you want, what you need."

"I'm scared that sometimes I'm not enough too," Alison replied softly. "Everyone probably feels that way at one time or another in a relationship, for whatever reasons." She took a deep breath, then looked at him sternly. "But I'm quite happy and quite satisfied," and somehow, she didn't smirk just then, though it took a certain effort,"thank you very much, and I'm not letting you go. ...okay?"

Haroun shook his head. "It's not that. I'm not Jetstream anymore. Walking is a trial. I can't fight, I can't fly. Someone wants to take a shot, I'm going to go down. I can't watch your back. Fuck, I can't even watch Miles's back."

"Jetstream is not all that you are, and not all that you bring to me." Alison took a deep breath, having know that Haroun compartmentalized those two sides of himself before, but the extent of it... worrisome just then. "Haroun makes me happy. You do. That's what I need. The rest will happen as it does - I won't live my life by trying to predict all the possibilities and acting accordingly. I'd never move forward if I did. I'd just hide in a room and cower. And I refuse to do that."

Haroun nodded. Her strength was one of the things he admired the most. "What kind of a man would I be if I can't protect what's dearest to me?" he asked her, clutching her hands in his and running his thumbs along her skin.

"Why don't we just move on forward," she tightened her hands slightly, "and find out? Whatever and whichever way it developments, I have faith in you." She kissed him, lightly and briefly. "I believe in you."

Haroun wasn't buying it quite that easily, but he nodded. "I'm sorry." he told her. "It had to be said."

She was going to have to strangle him, she thought wryly. "Uh huh." She left it at that, knowing that at least Haroun felt it had had to be said and well, that was that. "And now we move forward. And speaking of that... you have a gym session scheduled just about now, mm?" She grinned cheerfully. "Why don't I get changed and join you?" she asked, innocently.

"No more Gym sessions." he said. "They're doing more harm than good." he added. "But it is a fairly lovely night, or so I saw. Up for taking a walk outside?"

"Oh, I think we can do that," she replied easily, making a mental note to talk with Charles later on. "I think we can very well do that..." She beamed at him and tugged at his hand, heading towards the door.