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Moira grunted slightly and rolled, nearly pulling herself out of Nathan's arms in the process. Getting to sleep had been rather easy. Staying asleep had been another issue altogether. She'd been rather miffed at waking up only to see the time passing by in half hours instead of good solid chunks of time. Not only was Nathan's situation weighing on her mind, on top of the new, not so shiny one from Amanda and Manuel, but her mind kept drifting back to Pym. And not in a good way.

Groaning slightly, she buried her head in the mattress as she tried to think of ways to make him just go away. By any means possible.

Nathan sat bolt upright beside her. "What--" he started distractedly. Something had slipped down the link, something that had snapped him right out of sleep as completely as Amanda's call for help had the night before. He looked down at Moira sharply. "What... what's wrong?" he asked in distress, reaching out for her. "Who did... who's making you feel like that?" It had been a startled, discomforted feeling. Almost trapped...

Surprised, Moira hadn't realized she'd been broadcasting that loudly. Though these days, it really didn't take a lot for the link to grab it. She let Nathan pull her to him and she tried to sooth him. But she knew he'd see the post she'd made last night. And as much as she hated herself for it, she was feeling spooked. "'Tis stupid," she murmured. "Jus'...Pym 'found' me AIM 'andle an' IMed me last night."

"Pym?" Nathan said blankly for a moment, before his brain woke up the rest of the way. "Pym?" he repeated more angrily, pulling back slightly and staring down at her. "What did he say? What did he do, that you're feeling like that?"

Now she was feeling really stupid. "'e jus'...willnae go away," Moira said, weakly. It was frustrating why this was annoying her enough to add enough stress to make sleeping hard. "Willnae take no fer an answer."

Nathan blinked down at her, trying to figure out what he was feeling on the link. "There's a word for that," he said fitfully. "What the hell does he think he's doing?" People were not supposed to make Moira feel like this. That was not appropriate.

"I dinnae know. 'e thinks we'd look lovely together or somethin'." Moira rolled her eyes. "Leonard said 'e's reactin' like this because 'e's nay use ta bein' turned down. Jus' keeps pushin' an'...oh, shit..." She sat up and clutched her forehead.

"...'e reminds me o' Joe..."

Nathan's eyes narrowed. "Damn it," he sighed, pulling her closer again, more gently. "It's all right," he said as reassuringly as he could.

His warmth was comforting and she sagged against him slightly. "Feel stupid. Normally I'd jus' blow 'im...well, there'd be nay normally because this isnae somethin' tha' 'appens every day, but I'd ignore it. Shouldnae be feelin' this creeped out." But he did remind her of Joe. That unwillingness to back down that she'd first found rather attractive and then realized it came with a price. That ego, the ability to twist or her ignore her words.

"I want to beat the crap out of him," Nathan muttered. "Can I?"

She laughed a little and curled herself around him. "I may say yes, especially since 'e keeps insultin' ye." Moira scowled at that.

"Oh?" Might as well give himself plenty of reason to hate the man, Nathan told himself.

"Keeps callin' ye a *minor* obstacle, like I'm some bloody prize." She snorted. "Kept insultin' yer intelligence as if I would fall in love wit' someone who couldnae keep up wit' me." Joe didn't count, she hadn't loved him. "Even at th' dinner, when thin's were jus' startin'...said somethin' 'bout me knowin' better than ta bank on possibilities an' go fer th' sure thin'..."

"Mano a mano," Nathan growled, stroking her hair. "Something tells me he'd go down fast."

Moira couldn't help a giggle. "God, an' ye thought 'e 'ad a chance over ye?" she asked, shaking her head at him.

"I'm insecure. It's part of my charm."

Idly, she reached around and bapped him upside the head. "Yer a charmer all right," she remarked, dryly.

"I'm getting an evil idea," he murmured. "Dom is going to be here at some point..."

The link was humming cheerfully in her head and she smiled, figuring where this was going but wanting to hear it. "Aye?"

"He's fairly attractive," Nathan said, a bit grudgingly, and then smiled thinly. "Turnabout is fair play. And Dom doesn't like men who don't take no for an answer."

"Oh God..." Covering her mouth, she lost herself in giggles. "I'd kill ta see tha'..."

"She'd probably do it for fun," Nathan said, the smile tugging at his lips.

"She would at tha'," Moira agreed, relaxing a bit. She smiled, a little impishly. "Guess wha'?"

He gave her a slightly wary look. "What?"

"'Tis nothin' bad...except 'ell freezin' over...I extended an olive branch t' Dom last night." She wasn't going to mention the rather half-babbly e-mails to both Dom and Bridge, she hadn't exactly been all together last night.

"Uhh...tell me she didn't whack you with it?"

Moira poked him in the ribs and laughed. "Nay, though I'm 'alf surprised she dinnae. Would it kill ye ta know she accepted it...fer now, anyway?"

"A little," Nathan said hesitantly, looking down at her. "This... didn't happen in the context of you telling her what happened yesterday, did it?"

Well...damn..."...maybe," she said, weakly, not looking at him. "I was panickin' an' there was an unanswered e-mail from Bridge an'...yer nay mad, are ye?"

He hugged her tightly, to answer. "Don't worry," he murmured. "They probably needed to know."

Relief flooded her and she snuggled into him. "O' good. I sort o' promised them weekly updates since they worry. Th' last few 'avenae really been all that coherent." More like incredibly panicked e-mails in-between loosing her lunch the last time and panicked e-mails between worrying about Pym this time.

Now he was feeling guilty. "I'll get online today, see if I can track one or both of them down for a talk," he muttered. "I should have been keeping them better updated."

"'ey, stop tha'," Moira murmured, kissing him briefly as she felt the guilt seep into the link. "They understand, Nathan. I mean, it would be a good thin' fer ye ta talk t' them but th' weekly stuff...takes me mind off o' thin's sometimes."

"Still," he said, his voice low. "They ought to be hearing it from me, too." He looked up at her, pondering the whole question of sharing information for a moment, then gave a mental shrug. "I'm... going to email Charles today. Ask him if he can help me."

"O' good." The relief in her voice is clear as day. "I've been wantin' ye t' but I dinnae want ta push, knowin' 'ow ye are wit' other telepaths."

"Just call it yet another step in sorting out my baggage," Nathan said with a faint smile that turned almost wistful at a moment. "I do, or don't do so much because I'm afraid, Moira. It's sort of pitiful, really."

"Nay, 'tis understandable," she corrected, linking their hands. "Ye've been through so much, Nathan, 'tis normal ye'd be wary at takin' these steps again."

He gave her a tolerant look. "'Love is blind'," he quoted a bit tiredly. "You cut me way too much slack, Moira. Not that I don't love you for it."

"An' yer 'eard 'eaded, nay tha' I dinnae love ye for it," she retorted. "Yer far, far t' 'ard on yerself. For everythin'."

Nathan laid back against the pillows with a sigh. "This is going to turn into one of those 'I'm more stubborn than you are' conversations, isn't it?" he asked with a wry smile. For a moment, he could almost forget that his heart had stopped last night, that there were two young people he badly needed to talk to today before they wound up killing each other by accident. "Can't we just skip ahead to the end and agree that we're both incorrigible?"

Laughing softly, Moira laid her head on his chest and smiled up at him. The little tension headache she'd had all last night and this morning was starting to go away and she could feel the knots start to unwind in her back and shoulders. "Maybe, wha' do I get out o' it?" she asked, teasing.

"What do you want?" he asked, smiling back.

A smart assed comment died right as she was about to say it as her gaze softened. "I'd say ye, but I've already got ye," she murmured.

"Sappy woman," he whispered, smoothing the rumpled hair back from her face. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Mmm, I could name several thin’s," she replied, laughing. "But fer starters, ye could kiss me."

Doing as he was told had its benefits sometimes, he thought, and kissed her.

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Normally I'd jus' blow 'im...well, there'd be nay normally because this isnae somethin' tha' 'appens every day

And, you know, cutting off her first train of thought in any other place probably would have been a good idea. Not as funny, though. :)