Garrison & Lorna | Saturday Morning [Backdated!]

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Lorna forces Garrison out of bed and takes him to the local flea market.

It was half past seven in the morning and Lorna was standing at the foot of Garrison's bed. She was looking wide awake, fresh as ever and was dressed in a light yellow dress with her hair tied into a high ponytail. With a big smile plastered on her face, she was the perfect picture of cheerfulness.

Lorna tapped her finger against the desk as she leaned her hip against it and waited for the alarm to ring. She'd set it herself about a minute ago; yes, right after breaking into Garrison's room, and it would ring in about... 3... 2...

1.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Wha-! Who-?" Garrison shot up, bolt wide awake as his alarm went off. He didn't understand for a moment, head clogged by sleep, as it was his day off and he'd specifically turned it off the night before. He remembered talking to Logan on the phone from the bar while the other man had tried to convince him about going to some dive on the state line and pick a fight with some bikers to help him get over his women troubles. Fortunately, he'd vetoed that and eventually come home to sleep.
 
Until a nanosecond ago, that is.
 
Kane rubbed his face and looked at Lorna. "Obviously I was drunk enough not to remember some significant details about last night."

Lorna smoothed a hand down her dress. "Let's not mix fantasy with reality, Kane." She smiled and pulled the blinds up to let the sun in. "Beautiful weather, don't you think?" Oh, Lorna Dane was evil; the concept of a hangover was apparently alien to her. Picking up a discarded pair of jeans from the floor, she threw it at Garrison. "Get dressed. We're going out."

"We are?" Kane checked himself for new tattoos and a wedding ring. Finding neither, he assumed that her comment was not about a sudden change in his relationship status. "More importantly, why are we? I am very comfortable in my bed, green haired chefs breaking in not withstanding, and motivation for leaving it seems to be waning."

Lorna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she forced out another smile and sat herself on the edge of his bed as if she was about to explain something of significant importance to a child. She can do patient. "A few... oh, I don't know... months ago... Garrison," she added, before continuing, "when you volunteered to help me with the groceries, I said, 'Thank you. I appreciate the help.' And I believe you said, 'Anytime.' So I'm assuming anytime means anytime." She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "Meaning now?"

Judging by the look on Garrison's face, Lorna knew he was going to need more than that. "...I need your help." And then the next few words flew out of her mouth very, very quickly. "There's a flea market opening in less than thirty minutes and if I'm not there, I'm going to miss out on the greatest bargains. I wouldn't ask you if I could head there myself, but I can't drive. At least, not right now because of a... of a..." Lorna hesitated. "It was a little drink and driving charge. Maybe even a charge-not. I'm still trying to work that out, and if we could maybe stop by the police station on the way and you could vouch for me and tell them just how responsible and sane I usually am... Will you please just come with me?" The metal keys and spare coins on Garrison's desk rattled slightly, and Lorna sucked in a deep breath. Oh, she should have had that bowl of cereals this morning.

"Alright, alright. Just let me get dressed." Kane swung his legs over the side of the bed and paused. "If you're planning on staying there for the show, you're going to owe me a drink later. Just saying."


Hours later, and Lorna was not yet done with her purchases. She was now looking at a set of rattan chairs. Lord knows why she'd even need a set of these but they looked like they would make a nice addition for the garden. "Do you think these will fit in the car?"

"I don't know if what you've already bought is going to fit in the car." Kane said, not without a bit of grousing. He had just gotten a crash course in Lorna Dane, and lesson one was that the lady could shop.

"You're lucky you missed me Christmas shopping," Lorna said as she sat on one of the chairs and motioned for Garrison to do the same. "Thanks for coming along." She smiled. "I just..." She shrugged her shoulder and looked away. "I just needed to get out." Lately, she had been having second thoughts about coming back to New York; wondering if she had made the right decision, wondering if she should just pack up and leave again. But go where? And why couldn't she just stay put? "Any word from Adrienne?"

"Just the restraining order." Kane sat down, feeling slightly ridiculous to be in a wicker chair. "Obviously whatever I did is not about to be resolved over a cup of coffee and some nanimo bars. I was actually this close to talking to her sister about it, before sanity kicked back in." His disastrous and still inexplicable breakup with Adrianne had been the source of more than a few jokes, and Kane was learning how to control his own frustration and anger over the situation enough to indulge in some black humour.

"Well, Mountie." Lorna smiled, put on her shades and shook her head. "You should have gotten rid of that beard."

"I will have you know that women love this beard, eh. It fits all those primal Canadian lumberjack fantasies." He didn't mention that it also covered the scarring on his throat where Magneto tore it out.

"Mm. Yes, we love it as much as we love carpet burn." She smiled again and lifted her face to the sun. "Are you hungry?"

"Always." Kane needed a lot of calories to support his frame. "Any suggestions?"

"How about... Cold Stone. I feel like having some ice cream pie." And by some she meant a teaspoonful. Or maybe, just maybe she could indulge in a little more and skip dinner. Well, there was a thought.

"I defer to the judgement of the lovely lady." Garrison settled her last purchases in the car and turned towards the mall outlet. In a way, it was like when his sister would drag him out to Yorkdale and it was surprisingly comforting.