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Nathan and Moira, IM log, late Saturday night
She's in Westchester, he's in a hotel in LA, and neither of them can sleep. So they talk about (nearly) everything under the sun.
GunForHire: It's disgustingly late there. Why are you still up?
ScottishDoctor: I'm not telling. :P What's going on over there?
GunForHire: The children are in bed. Together. I'm just shocked, I tell you...
ScottishDoctor: Oh, shock. Horrors. Surprise. You have a hose, aye?
GunForHire: I must have left it in my other suitcase.
ScottishDoctor: Getting rusty in your old age, love.
GunForHire: Rusty and grumpy. It's awfully quiet in here.
ScottishDoctor: Miss me already?
GunForHire: Yeah. There's too much of the bed to hog. Charles certainly didn't stint when it came to the accomodations.
ScottishDoctor: It's Charles, of course he would put you in the best he could get. If it helps, I miss you as well. Too quiet in here, even with Bella.
GunForHire: She's keeping you company, then? Good.... Has she managed to rip down that new perch of hers yet?
ScottishDoctor: Not yet! She hasn't figured out the duct tape but I give it a week before she does.
GunForHire: Ah, well. It keeps her entertained, so that's good.
GunForHire: Angelo seems to be handling things pretty well. Tomorrow will be the big test, obviously. I have to confess I'm a little twitchy at helping face down the little punks when my TK's not quite up to snuff still.
ScottishDoctor: I'm sure everything will be fine. But please be careful.
GunForHire: As the proverbial virgin on her wedding night. I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here, after all.
ScottishDoctor: *grins* Awww, poor thing, trapped in L.A. with two teens.
GunForHire: Without you.
GunForHire: I'm getting spoiled.
ScottishDoctor: We both are, love. We've been glued together and I'm missing that. It's _probably_ a bloody good thing to be apart like this. Or so I keep telling myself.
GunForHire: Funny to think now that we used to manage it for months at a time, isn't it?
GunForHire: I never did like leaving you, though.
ScottishDoctor: And I never liked it when you left. Afraid you wouldn't be coming back the next time.
GunForHire: Yeah...
GunForHire: Want anything from LA? :)
ScottishDoctor: Like I'll turn down presents. ;) You've got good tastes, I trust you.
GunForHire: I'll come back bearing gifts, then.
GunForHire: It's odd being back on the west coast again. Angelo and Paige wondered why I was staring out the window so intently at New Mexico as we flew over.
ScottishDoctor: *smiles* You okay with that?
GunForHire: I'm all right. The desert's still beautiful from the air, you know.
GunForHire: I thought I'd make some phone calls while I was here. Or leave some messages, rather, since tomorrow is Sunday. With Child Services in San Francisco.
ScottishDoctor: ...oh?
GunForHire: Just to see if I can find out if any of the records on me from twenty-five years ago still exist. I mean, I imagine Mistra probably had them destroyed, but...
ScottishDoctor: I never thought about that. That's a good idea. If there's any records left, it be a good idea if you know about them.
GunForHire: They might have Clues. Heh.
ScottishDoctor: *baps you on the nose* You never know, they might at that.
GunForHire: Jack and this idiot idea of his... "Looking for your family might provide you with closure, Nathan."
ScottishDoctor: You never told me he told you that. But he's right, Nathan, it might.
GunForHire: He's been nagging me about it for weeks. I told him I'd made some inquiries. He offered to make more. I told him to feel free. He laughed.
ScottishDoctor: You realize he's probably going to do it, right?
ScottishDoctor: Jack's like that, dear.
GunForHire: ... great, and that was a couple of weeks ago, too. Watch him drop a bombshell on me at some session soon.
ScottishDoctor: *coughs* You _told_ him he could, Nathan.
GunForHire: No, I didn't. I channeled my inner fourteen year-old and sullenly told him to do what he wanted. He should know the difference by now.
ScottishDoctor: *eye rolls* Oh, he knows the difference. He just doesn't care.
GunForHire: Jack is an evil man. We know this.
ScottishDoctor: Yes, yes we do.
GunForHire: I never told you what he said when I told him I was proposing to you, did I?
ScottishDoctor: No, I think I missed that when I was screaming at you the other day.
GunForHire: Silly woman. This was a couple of weeks ago.
GunForHire: He asked me if I'd knocked you up.
ScottishDoctor: He _what_?!
GunForHire: That was my reaction. I choked on my coffee.
GunForHire: Then I noticed he was snickering at me. He has a weird sense of humor sometimes.
GunForHire: Actually, he was really happy about the proposal. He was the one who suggested that little flying trip we took out here, though.
ScottishDoctor: I'm going to kill him. Very, very slowly.
ScottishDoctor: Really?
GunForHire: *nods* He thought it was important.
GunForHire: I agreed. That's why I was in such a rush to do it. Well, that and I didn't want to lose my nerve.
ScottishDoctor: You did fine, though, really. All things considered.
GunForHire: Mostly because I had you there holding my hand.
GunForHire: I'm looking forward to the day where my emotions can no longer knock me on my ass like that.
ScottishDoctor: Sweetie?
GunForHire: ... yes?
ScottishDoctor: I've been waiting years for mine to stop so...*shrugs* It's something you'll learn to deal with.
GunForHire: You mean this is normal? Ugh.
GunForHire: I suppose if I said I miss the conditioning some days, you'd reach through the phone line and smack me. ;)
ScottishDoctor: Feel that pinch on the link? I don't need the phone line anyore.
GunForHire: I actually did. Well, I guess that answers our questions about range...
GunForHire: *snickers evilly* Feel that?
ScottishDoctor:....
ScottishDoctor: _Bastard_.
GunForHire: What about that?
GunForHire: Moira?
GunForHire: You didn't fall off your chair, did you?
ScottishDoctor: _No_. Evil, evil man.
ScottishDoctor: Stop that!
GunForHire: If you really want.
GunForHire: You do realize that when I get home tomorrow night we are locking ourselves in our suite until Monday morning? I don't care if the sky falls in.
ScottishDoctor: It's frustrating when you that and you know it. Evil! And yes, we are.
GunForHire: I miss anything interesting today? Speaking of catastrophes...
ScottishDoctor: Nothing blew up, if that helps.
GunForHire: Nothing and no one? Well, there's an improvement right there...
ScottishDoctor: Isn't it though?
GunForHire: Pete and the girls settling back in okay?
ScottishDoctor: Yep. All relaxed and everything to boot. And looking quite pleased with themselves, I might add.
GunForHire: Excellent. I'm glad that worked out. I do have an email from Dom giving me the basics of what happened and it sounds like everything went to plan.
ScottishDoctor: Do I even want to know?
GunForHire: There was no violence, apparently very little actual illegality, and suprisingly little sex.
ScottishDoctor: ...I still don't want to know.
GunForHire: You know, the last paragraph of the email was Dom describing how Pete looked in his tuxedo? I laughed. Lots.
ScottishDoctor: I'm not squealing, really. How gushy was she?
GunForHire: Between you and Rom... poor Pete. Maybe I should warn him.
ScottishDoctor: Nathan Christopher Dayspring, don't you dare!
GunForHire: I forget sometimes she's not much older than some of the kids, you know. She'd have my head for that, but really...
ScottishDoctor: She acts so much older. But then you get the harsh reminders that she's so very young.
GunForHire: I'm really proud of her, you know.
GunForHire: For being raised by a couple of grumpy old spooks, she grew up into one hell of a strong person.
ScottishDoctor: You guys are pretty damned strong people yourself, lets not forget this.
GunForHire: I didn't tell you what GW said, did I? About the proposal.
ScottishDoctor: No, you didn't. Spill.
GunForHire: He was dead silent on the other end of the phone for a good two minutes.
GunForHire: Then he just said 'It's about time. Idiot.'
ScottishDoctor: *laughs* Only GW.
GunForHire: Best man, you think?
ScottishDoctor: But of course. And we have to find a way to fit Cain in the wedding, mainly so I can bug him.
GunForHire: You do realize that all the girls will be wondering about bridesmaids. And can I try and convince Cain he needs to wear a kilt?
ScottishDoctor: _You_ can certainly try. I'll retrieve you from orbit after he's done with you.
ScottishDoctor: And, please, don't start me on bridesmaids. I'm torn for who's walking me down the aisle.
GunForHire: Oh? Who are the candidates?
ScottishDoctor: Billie, of course, and Charles. I'm just concerned about Billie's health.
GunForHire: I figured Billie... I should have figured Charles.
GunForHire: Given that we don't have a date set, Billie may be in spectacular health by the time we finally get to doing this.
ScottishDoctor: I really hope so.
GunForHire: We need to find something in the wedding for Amanda to do.
ScottishDoctor: Well, my cousin is probably going to be the maid of honor...
GunForHire: I figured that.
GunForHire: It doesn't have to be something huge. Just to make sure she feels like she's part of it all.
ScottishDoctor: Well, I _am_ going to have bridesmaids, so I would love to have her be one of them. She's a little too old for flower girl. ;)
GunForHire: Dom wanted me to tell you to please not ask her to be in the wedding. Apparently it would interfere with her fun at the reception if she had any kind of official duties.
ScottishDoctor: Damn, there goes my nefarious plan to force into a horrendous dress.
GunForHire: I could talk her around. I bet I could.
ScottishDoctor: Pleeeeaaaaseee?
GunForHire: Make it a really horrendous dress and I will. Something poofy.
GunForHire: Can't you see Dom in puffed sleeves and a crinolin?
ScottishDoctor: *laughs* I'll only tell you it's a horrendous dress, you know I have better taste than that.
ScottishDoctor: But we could have fake dresses...to scare everyone with...
GunForHire: Oh, you devious evil woman. I love you terribly.
ScottishDoctor: *smug look*
GunForHire: Can you tell I don't really want to go to sleep?
ScottishDoctor: No, really?
GunForHire: I thought of ordering room service. They have this twenty-page menu... but that's less fun when you don't have anyone to share it with.
ScottishDoctor: We'll go out, soon, I promise. :(
GunForHire: I know I talked about getting away for the weekend, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind...
GunForHire: Is it silly that I'm counting the days until the winter break?
ScottishDoctor: Not if we're both doing it. I cannot _wait_.
GunForHire: We could go to Berlin for New Year's, if the Pack's there.
ScottishDoctor: Oh, that would be nice. Especially getting to see everyone again.
GunForHire: I want to see with my own eyes that GW and Lian are apparently an item. The mind still boggles.
ScottishDoctor: ...excuse me?
GunForHire: Oh, I told you that! Didn't I?
ScottishDoctor: No you certainly didn't!
GunForHire: Yeah. Shocked the hell out of me, too. Dom tells me it seems fairly serious.
ScottishDoctor: Well, I'll be damned. That was unexpected.
GunForHire: I hope it lasts. GW's been pretty lonely at times these last few years...
ScottishDoctor: I know, it was pretty hard to miss that he's needed someone for a while. And he's always had that crush on Lian.
GunForHire: You're telling me. I still remember the look on his face when she walked into that bar in Hong Kong for her interview.
ScottishDoctor: It's so _cute_, really.
GunForHire: Is this what we're going to be doing for the rest of our lives? Matchmaking our friends so they're as happy as we are?
ScottishDoctor: Um...aye?
GunForHire: I think I could cope with you. You?
ScottishDoctor: Oh, I think I can get by....;)
GunForHire: All right. It's getting disgustingly late over there. You really ought to go get some sleep, love.
ScottishDoctor: Don't want to. :P But I know I have to.
GunForHire: Want me to try and see if I can manage a kiss goodnight...?
GunForHire: Feel that?
ScottishDoctor:...*shiver* _Yes_.
GunForHire: Good. Go to bed, Moira.
GunForHire: I'll see you tomorrow.
ScottishDoctor: I love you.
GunForHire: I love you too. Say goodnight to feathers for me.
ScottishDoctor: I will. Be safe, please. Love you
**ScottishDoctor has signed off**
GunForHire: It's disgustingly late there. Why are you still up?
ScottishDoctor: I'm not telling. :P What's going on over there?
GunForHire: The children are in bed. Together. I'm just shocked, I tell you...
ScottishDoctor: Oh, shock. Horrors. Surprise. You have a hose, aye?
GunForHire: I must have left it in my other suitcase.
ScottishDoctor: Getting rusty in your old age, love.
GunForHire: Rusty and grumpy. It's awfully quiet in here.
ScottishDoctor: Miss me already?
GunForHire: Yeah. There's too much of the bed to hog. Charles certainly didn't stint when it came to the accomodations.
ScottishDoctor: It's Charles, of course he would put you in the best he could get. If it helps, I miss you as well. Too quiet in here, even with Bella.
GunForHire: She's keeping you company, then? Good.... Has she managed to rip down that new perch of hers yet?
ScottishDoctor: Not yet! She hasn't figured out the duct tape but I give it a week before she does.
GunForHire: Ah, well. It keeps her entertained, so that's good.
GunForHire: Angelo seems to be handling things pretty well. Tomorrow will be the big test, obviously. I have to confess I'm a little twitchy at helping face down the little punks when my TK's not quite up to snuff still.
ScottishDoctor: I'm sure everything will be fine. But please be careful.
GunForHire: As the proverbial virgin on her wedding night. I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here, after all.
ScottishDoctor: *grins* Awww, poor thing, trapped in L.A. with two teens.
GunForHire: Without you.
GunForHire: I'm getting spoiled.
ScottishDoctor: We both are, love. We've been glued together and I'm missing that. It's _probably_ a bloody good thing to be apart like this. Or so I keep telling myself.
GunForHire: Funny to think now that we used to manage it for months at a time, isn't it?
GunForHire: I never did like leaving you, though.
ScottishDoctor: And I never liked it when you left. Afraid you wouldn't be coming back the next time.
GunForHire: Yeah...
GunForHire: Want anything from LA? :)
ScottishDoctor: Like I'll turn down presents. ;) You've got good tastes, I trust you.
GunForHire: I'll come back bearing gifts, then.
GunForHire: It's odd being back on the west coast again. Angelo and Paige wondered why I was staring out the window so intently at New Mexico as we flew over.
ScottishDoctor: *smiles* You okay with that?
GunForHire: I'm all right. The desert's still beautiful from the air, you know.
GunForHire: I thought I'd make some phone calls while I was here. Or leave some messages, rather, since tomorrow is Sunday. With Child Services in San Francisco.
ScottishDoctor: ...oh?
GunForHire: Just to see if I can find out if any of the records on me from twenty-five years ago still exist. I mean, I imagine Mistra probably had them destroyed, but...
ScottishDoctor: I never thought about that. That's a good idea. If there's any records left, it be a good idea if you know about them.
GunForHire: They might have Clues. Heh.
ScottishDoctor: *baps you on the nose* You never know, they might at that.
GunForHire: Jack and this idiot idea of his... "Looking for your family might provide you with closure, Nathan."
ScottishDoctor: You never told me he told you that. But he's right, Nathan, it might.
GunForHire: He's been nagging me about it for weeks. I told him I'd made some inquiries. He offered to make more. I told him to feel free. He laughed.
ScottishDoctor: You realize he's probably going to do it, right?
ScottishDoctor: Jack's like that, dear.
GunForHire: ... great, and that was a couple of weeks ago, too. Watch him drop a bombshell on me at some session soon.
ScottishDoctor: *coughs* You _told_ him he could, Nathan.
GunForHire: No, I didn't. I channeled my inner fourteen year-old and sullenly told him to do what he wanted. He should know the difference by now.
ScottishDoctor: *eye rolls* Oh, he knows the difference. He just doesn't care.
GunForHire: Jack is an evil man. We know this.
ScottishDoctor: Yes, yes we do.
GunForHire: I never told you what he said when I told him I was proposing to you, did I?
ScottishDoctor: No, I think I missed that when I was screaming at you the other day.
GunForHire: Silly woman. This was a couple of weeks ago.
GunForHire: He asked me if I'd knocked you up.
ScottishDoctor: He _what_?!
GunForHire: That was my reaction. I choked on my coffee.
GunForHire: Then I noticed he was snickering at me. He has a weird sense of humor sometimes.
GunForHire: Actually, he was really happy about the proposal. He was the one who suggested that little flying trip we took out here, though.
ScottishDoctor: I'm going to kill him. Very, very slowly.
ScottishDoctor: Really?
GunForHire: *nods* He thought it was important.
GunForHire: I agreed. That's why I was in such a rush to do it. Well, that and I didn't want to lose my nerve.
ScottishDoctor: You did fine, though, really. All things considered.
GunForHire: Mostly because I had you there holding my hand.
GunForHire: I'm looking forward to the day where my emotions can no longer knock me on my ass like that.
ScottishDoctor: Sweetie?
GunForHire: ... yes?
ScottishDoctor: I've been waiting years for mine to stop so...*shrugs* It's something you'll learn to deal with.
GunForHire: You mean this is normal? Ugh.
GunForHire: I suppose if I said I miss the conditioning some days, you'd reach through the phone line and smack me. ;)
ScottishDoctor: Feel that pinch on the link? I don't need the phone line anyore.
GunForHire: I actually did. Well, I guess that answers our questions about range...
GunForHire: *snickers evilly* Feel that?
ScottishDoctor:....
ScottishDoctor: _Bastard_.
GunForHire: What about that?
GunForHire: Moira?
GunForHire: You didn't fall off your chair, did you?
ScottishDoctor: _No_. Evil, evil man.
ScottishDoctor: Stop that!
GunForHire: If you really want.
GunForHire: You do realize that when I get home tomorrow night we are locking ourselves in our suite until Monday morning? I don't care if the sky falls in.
ScottishDoctor: It's frustrating when you that and you know it. Evil! And yes, we are.
GunForHire: I miss anything interesting today? Speaking of catastrophes...
ScottishDoctor: Nothing blew up, if that helps.
GunForHire: Nothing and no one? Well, there's an improvement right there...
ScottishDoctor: Isn't it though?
GunForHire: Pete and the girls settling back in okay?
ScottishDoctor: Yep. All relaxed and everything to boot. And looking quite pleased with themselves, I might add.
GunForHire: Excellent. I'm glad that worked out. I do have an email from Dom giving me the basics of what happened and it sounds like everything went to plan.
ScottishDoctor: Do I even want to know?
GunForHire: There was no violence, apparently very little actual illegality, and suprisingly little sex.
ScottishDoctor: ...I still don't want to know.
GunForHire: You know, the last paragraph of the email was Dom describing how Pete looked in his tuxedo? I laughed. Lots.
ScottishDoctor: I'm not squealing, really. How gushy was she?
GunForHire: Between you and Rom... poor Pete. Maybe I should warn him.
ScottishDoctor: Nathan Christopher Dayspring, don't you dare!
GunForHire: I forget sometimes she's not much older than some of the kids, you know. She'd have my head for that, but really...
ScottishDoctor: She acts so much older. But then you get the harsh reminders that she's so very young.
GunForHire: I'm really proud of her, you know.
GunForHire: For being raised by a couple of grumpy old spooks, she grew up into one hell of a strong person.
ScottishDoctor: You guys are pretty damned strong people yourself, lets not forget this.
GunForHire: I didn't tell you what GW said, did I? About the proposal.
ScottishDoctor: No, you didn't. Spill.
GunForHire: He was dead silent on the other end of the phone for a good two minutes.
GunForHire: Then he just said 'It's about time. Idiot.'
ScottishDoctor: *laughs* Only GW.
GunForHire: Best man, you think?
ScottishDoctor: But of course. And we have to find a way to fit Cain in the wedding, mainly so I can bug him.
GunForHire: You do realize that all the girls will be wondering about bridesmaids. And can I try and convince Cain he needs to wear a kilt?
ScottishDoctor: _You_ can certainly try. I'll retrieve you from orbit after he's done with you.
ScottishDoctor: And, please, don't start me on bridesmaids. I'm torn for who's walking me down the aisle.
GunForHire: Oh? Who are the candidates?
ScottishDoctor: Billie, of course, and Charles. I'm just concerned about Billie's health.
GunForHire: I figured Billie... I should have figured Charles.
GunForHire: Given that we don't have a date set, Billie may be in spectacular health by the time we finally get to doing this.
ScottishDoctor: I really hope so.
GunForHire: We need to find something in the wedding for Amanda to do.
ScottishDoctor: Well, my cousin is probably going to be the maid of honor...
GunForHire: I figured that.
GunForHire: It doesn't have to be something huge. Just to make sure she feels like she's part of it all.
ScottishDoctor: Well, I _am_ going to have bridesmaids, so I would love to have her be one of them. She's a little too old for flower girl. ;)
GunForHire: Dom wanted me to tell you to please not ask her to be in the wedding. Apparently it would interfere with her fun at the reception if she had any kind of official duties.
ScottishDoctor: Damn, there goes my nefarious plan to force into a horrendous dress.
GunForHire: I could talk her around. I bet I could.
ScottishDoctor: Pleeeeaaaaseee?
GunForHire: Make it a really horrendous dress and I will. Something poofy.
GunForHire: Can't you see Dom in puffed sleeves and a crinolin?
ScottishDoctor: *laughs* I'll only tell you it's a horrendous dress, you know I have better taste than that.
ScottishDoctor: But we could have fake dresses...to scare everyone with...
GunForHire: Oh, you devious evil woman. I love you terribly.
ScottishDoctor: *smug look*
GunForHire: Can you tell I don't really want to go to sleep?
ScottishDoctor: No, really?
GunForHire: I thought of ordering room service. They have this twenty-page menu... but that's less fun when you don't have anyone to share it with.
ScottishDoctor: We'll go out, soon, I promise. :(
GunForHire: I know I talked about getting away for the weekend, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind...
GunForHire: Is it silly that I'm counting the days until the winter break?
ScottishDoctor: Not if we're both doing it. I cannot _wait_.
GunForHire: We could go to Berlin for New Year's, if the Pack's there.
ScottishDoctor: Oh, that would be nice. Especially getting to see everyone again.
GunForHire: I want to see with my own eyes that GW and Lian are apparently an item. The mind still boggles.
ScottishDoctor: ...excuse me?
GunForHire: Oh, I told you that! Didn't I?
ScottishDoctor: No you certainly didn't!
GunForHire: Yeah. Shocked the hell out of me, too. Dom tells me it seems fairly serious.
ScottishDoctor: Well, I'll be damned. That was unexpected.
GunForHire: I hope it lasts. GW's been pretty lonely at times these last few years...
ScottishDoctor: I know, it was pretty hard to miss that he's needed someone for a while. And he's always had that crush on Lian.
GunForHire: You're telling me. I still remember the look on his face when she walked into that bar in Hong Kong for her interview.
ScottishDoctor: It's so _cute_, really.
GunForHire: Is this what we're going to be doing for the rest of our lives? Matchmaking our friends so they're as happy as we are?
ScottishDoctor: Um...aye?
GunForHire: I think I could cope with you. You?
ScottishDoctor: Oh, I think I can get by....;)
GunForHire: All right. It's getting disgustingly late over there. You really ought to go get some sleep, love.
ScottishDoctor: Don't want to. :P But I know I have to.
GunForHire: Want me to try and see if I can manage a kiss goodnight...?
GunForHire: Feel that?
ScottishDoctor:...*shiver* _Yes_.
GunForHire: Good. Go to bed, Moira.
GunForHire: I'll see you tomorrow.
ScottishDoctor: I love you.
GunForHire: I love you too. Say goodnight to feathers for me.
ScottishDoctor: I will. Be safe, please. Love you
**ScottishDoctor has signed off**