xp_logs | Rory and Moira

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After Moira finds out about the argument Rory and Nathan had, she tracks him down. The argue, Rory trying to convince her that he's the one she wants while Moira tries to convince him that she and Nathan are *really* in love.

Despite the tearing pain in her head, Moira was in a near out run. It had only been about an hour since she had gotten back from visiting her uncle and cousin, saying her goodbye’s and taking back a healthy sized care package to be opened at home. She’d arrived back and found Nathan just waking up again, completely agitated.

It hadn’t taken her very long to wrangle the story out of him, the argument with Rory and the flashes he had gotten from the other doctor. After calming Nathan down, and reassuring him that *she* didn’t feel like that towards him, she’d gone looking for Rory.

Theo had found her searching and directed her towards the small library, saying that he had seen Domino and Rory heading in there a while ago.

Within seconds of reaching that part of the keep, Moira damned well nearly kicked the door down as she strode through. Dom looked up from a book she had been flipping through, confusion in her eyes. Rory looked up, mouth opening to say something.

Moira didn’t let him start as she suddenly cocked her fist back and sent it straight into his jaw. With the amount of pain she was in and how dizzy she was, the punch didn’t carry much weight. But the surprise of the blow knocked Rory off-balance and he tumbled to the floor as his leg gave out.

“…Moira?” Dom asked, voice neutral.

“Dom. Feel free ta say yer goodbyes in a few minutes. I’ve got somethin’ ta discuss with Rory right now.”

Without another word, the other woman put down the book and headed outside. Probably not far, Moira knew, probably wanting to hear what was going on.

“Moira! What’s gotten into you!” Rory yelped, trying to right himself.

“Wha’s gotten inta me?” she asked, staring down at him. “Wha’s gotten inta ye? I cannae believe ye, pushin’ ‘im like tha’!”

“Ah. Dayspring.”

“Aye, Nathan!” Moira watched him as he slowly regained his footing. “Wha’ gives ye th’ right ta ‘ave done tha’?!”

“I didn’t do a bloody thing!” Rory protested, snapping back. “Whatever damage he did, it was to himself!”

“I get back ta find ‘im panickin’ as ‘e woke up, tryin’ t’ figure out if’n I was afraid o’ ‘im!” she growled, trying to ignore the way the room was starting to tilt.

“He knows I don’t care for him! He shouldn’t let that affect him!”

“For fuck’s sake, man, ‘e’s been *shot*! Nathan’s nay exactly in th’ best frame o’ mind! Ye should ‘ave figured tha’ out!”

Rory glared back at him, gripping the crutch tightly once again. “Why is this my fault? I didn’t do anything!”

“’tis ‘is fault, aye? Ye blame ‘im for everythin’ an’ when yer projectin’ those kinds o’ feelin’s when ‘e’s ‘urt…aye, ‘tis yer fault!”

“Woman, I think you’re letting your head injury get to you,” he replied, stiffly. “I didn’t do anything to your ‘boyfriend’, he’s fine isn’t he?”

There was a strong temptation to beat Rory over the head with his crutch. Moira slowly stifled it but it took a good deal of effort. “Fine, aye, after I calmed ‘im down. When th’ last mental image ‘e ‘as before blackin’ out is one o’ me cryin’ because he’s scarin’ me…”

Rory shrugged. “Doesn’t he? Scare you, I mean?”

“When ‘e gets ‘imself ‘urt, aye,” she responded, answering the question that way on purpose.

“You know what I mean!”

“Fine. Nay, Nathan doesnae scare me. I trust ‘im, ‘tis part o’ a relationship!” With a sigh, Moira leaned against the table behind her, legs weak from all the emotional and physical damage she’d been taking.

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked, changing gears suddenly.

“…most o’ th’ time. Right now? Nay a bloody chance o’ tha’.”

“But I didn’t *do* anything! What happened to Dayspring, happened because of him. And I didn’t do anything to you!”

“Aye, ye did! When ye ‘urt Nathan, ye affected me. Wha’ kind o’ friend does tha’?”

The expression on Rory’s face darkened. “One that actually cares about you! One that won’t leave you for a life of…God only knows what! He’s going to get you hurt! Damn it, Moira, look at you now!”

“Damn yerself,” she snapped back. “Now? This is because I trusted someone else I considered a friend betrayed me trust. If Nathan ‘adnae been wit’ me? We would ‘ave died.”

“I could have gotten you out,” he began but Moira cut him off.

“Nay. Ye would ‘ave failed. I would ‘ave either died or they would ‘ave taken me captive. Same wit’ ye. Dead, Rory, does tha’ make an impression on ye?”

He shrugged. “It could have happened differently. I could have—“

“Even if ‘e ‘adnae come alon’, I would never ‘ave gotten wit’ ye,” Moira said suddenly, bluntly.

“What?” Rory blinked at her, his face blank with shock.

“Yer a good friend but…there’s nothin’ there! Nothin’ between us!”

“Yes, there is!” he snapped, angry again. “Damn it, there’s nothing more than I want than you!”

“So I can be a prize? Because tha’s wha’ this feels like! Ye dinnae even start showin’ interest in me, real interest, until after Nathan first appeared! So jealous, Rory. But still, ye dinnae make any ‘ard an’ fast moves, nothin’.”

“I was waiting until you were ready!”

“I was ready for Nathan five years ago!” Moira snapped, glaring. “’e an I wasted five years because we were waitin’! An’ ye’ve wasted seventeen years.”

“How do you know this is real?”

“I feel it in every fiber o’ me body. Th’ link sing’s wit’ it. ‘Tis *real* an’ tha’s all I need ta know.”

“He’s going to hurt you!” Rory argued, desperate. He knew he was on the losing side of a battle that felt like he’d been in for years.

“An’ I ‘im. We all ‘urt each other. Th’ important thin’ is realizin’ we still care for each other, even through th’ pain. Especially wit’ th’ pain. At th’ end o’ th’ day, we’ll be waitin’ for each other.”

“But…damn it, Moira, I love you!” He nearly choked on the words, forced them to come out, in a desperate act.

Moira closed her eyes, felt tears swell behind them. “If’n ye did, ye’d let me go. I love Nathan an’ ‘e loves me an’ there’s nothin’ tha’ll change tha’. Ye dinnae love me, ye want me, tha’s fer sure. But th’ two dinnae ‘ave ta go together.” Slowly, she got up and started heading for the door. “Move on, Rory, please.”

Rory suddenly lunged and clutched her arm. “I can’t! It’s you I want!”

“Dinnae touch me!” she snapped, tears overflowing suddenly as exhaustion and pain ganged up on her. “Nay after wha’ ye did ta Nathan! I’m nay yers, I’ve never been! Why cannae ye be ‘appy for me?”

“Because…it’s not me you’re with,” he responded, dropping her arm slowly.

“Nay, nay ‘tis not.” With that, she turned on her heels and darted out, to have a good cry somewhere private and try to make the pain go away. Both in her head and in her heart.