Part 1: The Clockwork Laws
Fandom: In Time
Pairing: Raymond Leon x OC
Summary: Life as Raymond’s partner isn’t everything she was hoping it would be.
Word Count: 6,015
Notes: Warnings for references to prostitution.
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Chapter 3: Partners
Rose stared up at the Timekeeper headquarters building nervously. She had nothing but her bag with her, hair tied back in a braid, dressed in black with a pair of heavy combat boots on her feet.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. She forced her shoulders to relax before stepping forward, pushing open the doors.
The woman at the front desk greeted her with a warm smile, whisking her to the back where she measured her shoulders and general height with a tape measure before pulling from the closet a long, leather black coat.
“Try this on. To make sure it fits.”
Taking the coat from her, Rose slipped her arms tentatively through the sleeves, rolling her shoulders under the heavy leather. It was warm, the inner lining soft. It felt like armor.
“How does it fit?”
“Yeah, it feels good.”
“Good. Come with me, then. I’ll show you to your desk.”
Wrapping the coat around her more tightly, enjoying the protectiveness that the layer of leather provided, she rushed to follow the secretary down the hall. “I get a desk?”
“Of course,” she giggled, still smiling at Rose warmly. They came into a room made almost entirely of white marble, huge columns spaced evenly across the entire length of it. Desks with four people to each, a computer screen erected in front of them, were spread throughout, and a massive map displaying the time zones and the amount of time currently in each zone was displayed on the wall. There was no decoration on the walls, leaving the space to feel sterile and cold. She was suddenly even more grateful for the coat she’s just been issued. A handful of people were already milling about, some in their leather dusters while others were in suits. But all were dressed in deep black.
“You're over here,” the secretary guided her to a desk. “Cassius and his partner Joelle are there,” she pointed to two of the other chairs at the table. “And Raymond’s here,” she pointed to one of the seats next to Rose’s. “He’ll be your partner.”
“I’m partnered with Raymond?” Rose asked, the knowledge startling her. The secretary shrugged.
“We’re all as surprised as you are. Word is, Raymond’s been refusing getting a partner since he first showed up here. What did you do to change his mind?”
“I–nothing?” her brow stitched together in confusion. Considering that her last interaction with Raymond ended with him behaving cold and aloof towards her, she couldn’t for the life of her think of any reason why he would be even somewhat willing to be partners with her.
“Well, either way, it seems that the tin man has a sliver of a heart after all. Go ahead and get settled in. He’ll tell you about what you’ll be working on when he gets in.”
“Thanks.”
The secretary nodded and bustled away. Sliding her bag from her shoulder, Rose sat gingerly down into her chair, fiddling around with the computer as she waited, mind twirling a little from overstimulation over everything that had just been thrown at her.
“You must be the new rookie,” looking up, she was met with a woman with dark features, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I’m Joelle.”
“Hi,” she shook Joelle’s outstretched hand. “I’m Rose.”
“I know. Raymond’s new partner,” Joelle gave her a sympathetic look. “Listen. He’s a hard ass, but he means well.”
“Um, okay?”
Joelle looked her up and down. “You’ll be fine.”
She left Rose alone at the desk, to twiddle her thumbs as she waited. Her eyes darted almost of their own accord to the map on the wall. It was big enough to span out between two columns, the different zones indicated on it glowing in different colors, with a huge number in the middle of each one.
The squeak of shoes against the floor made her turn. Raymond was standing there, hands shoved into his jacket, his jaw working around a wad of gum. When he saw her he stopped, those expressionless eyes looking her up and down.
“You’re here,” it was hard to tell if he was disappointed or not.
“I am,” Rose forced her chin to remain high. To not give into the slight intimidation that he made her feel. Or the way that her body flushed when he looked her up and down like that.
Raymond didn’t say anything else, just moved to sit at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as he logged in. Rose squirmed in her seat. So he was still pissed over…whatever it was she had said that angered him the last time that they saw each other.
“So, um,” she cleared her throat. “What should I do first?”
Raymond heaved out a sign, as if the question alone was of great inconvenience to him. The wheels of the chair made a rumbling noise as they wheeled against the floor towards her when he scooted closer, shoving a huge file onto her desk.
“Read this,” he went back to clicking through something on his computer.
“All of it?”
“Yes,” he didn’t look up.
“O-kay…” she drew the word out, opening the file and freezing at the name that greeted her. “Cyrus?” looking up at Raymond, she found that his expression hadn’t changed.
“We’ve been tasked with hunting him down.”
“I see,” he didn’t offer anything further to her comment. “Look, I just wanted to say thanks for–”
“Save it,” his teeth gritted as he said it. Still he wouldn’t look at her. Rose fought the urge to shrivel in on herself. Just nodding, she focused her eyes instead on the pages in front of her.
∗ ∗ ∗
“Ah, shit,” she muttered, fingers rubbing at where the papers she’d been filing had sliced into her finger in a tiny, stinging cut. That had been how she’d spent most of her day. And the day before that. And the day before that. Tucked away in the records office, filing paper after paper from the stack Raymond had dumped on her desk.
She tried to be a good sport about it. Everyone had to pay their dues somehow, after all. But still, considering Raymond’s clear hostility towards her, it was hard not to take it personally.
Pushing the last paper into place and shoving the filing cabinet closed, she sucked on her cut finger as she left the room, heading back to her desk. There was a rush of Timekeepers heading towards the doors, many checking their weapons and tugging on their coats.
“What’s going on?” Rose asked, approaching Joelle who was sitting at her computer. She just shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“There’s a hostage situation in New Greenwich,” Raymond swept around them both, shoving his gun into the holster on his thigh. “All available units are getting called in.”
Cursing quietly, Joelle jumped from her seat, rushing for the door. When Rose moved to follow, Raymond held out a hand to stop her.
“Not you.”
“I can help–”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Raymond sighed heavily and pinched at his brow. She was pretty sure that she was going to kill him.
It wasn’t even the mindless, mundane tasks that he assigned to her day after day that was getting to her, but the blatant, obvious distrust. So he didn’t like her. That was fine.
Okay, it actually really wasn’t, but that’s not the point.
The point was that he clearly didn’t want her around.
She’d considered asking for a transfer to another partner, but he’d so neglected to show her how anything there worked, she didn’t even know how to do that.
“Look, I don’t know what I said, or did to make you so dislike me–”
“I don’t dislike you,” Raymond defended.
“Stop interrupting me!” it came out louder than intended, and a few passing Timekeepers shot them funny looks. Raymond’s brows rose, but he stopped talking. “I just don’t see the point in being here if you’re just going to treat me like a glorified secretary.”
“Everyone starts out with menial work until they’ve learned the ropes.”
“And yet you haven’t done shit to even try to teach me anything. You won’t let me onto any crime scenes, you barely even let me look at crime files. So how the hell am I supposed to learn how to do my job when my own damn partner barely trusts me to file correctly?”
“It’s not an issue of trust. You don’t have any experience in this line of work. You want me to send you into a situation that’ll likely just get you and several of our other Timekeepers shot?”
“How the hell am I supposed to get any experience when you keep me locked up in here then?”
Raymond’s jaw twitched, arms crossing over his chest. She was suddenly aware of just how much taller he was than her. “Listen to me. Do you realize how goddamn lucky you are? No one from Dayton gets accepted here. Ever. Do you know how many people are just waiting for one little slip up, one tiny little mistake to send your ass packing? So you are going to keep your goddamn head down, you’re not going to make any trouble, and you will do what I fucking tell you to. Got it?” his tone was low, trembling with anger, eyes narrowed to icy slits as he leaned into her space. Rose could feel her resolve crumbling away into nothing but dust as she realized there wasn’t really any point in arguing. She knew that she wouldn’t win. Much as it begrudged her to admit it, he was right. And the last thing she wanted to do was to make him somehow hate her even more. Looking down, she couldn’t help it as her shoulders slumped slightly. “Okay.”
Raymond moved to walk around her, then paused, heaving out a deep sigh. “There are some notes on my desk regarding the Cyrus case. Go ahead and read through them. See if you can spot anything useful,” his hand just barely grazed along her shoulder for a brief sliver of a second. And then he was walking away, so quickly she thought for a moment that she might have imagined the light touch had it not been for the way her skin tingled in memory of the weight of his hand.
“Ah, shit,” she muttered, fingers rubbing at where the papers she’d been filing had sliced into her finger in a tiny, stinging cut. That had been how she’d spent most of her day. And the day before that. And the day before that. Tucked away in the records office, filing paper after paper from the stack Raymond had dumped on her desk.
She tried to be a good sport about it. Everyone had to pay their dues somehow, after all. But still, considering Raymond’s clear hostility towards her, it was hard not to take it personally.
Pushing the last paper into place and shoving the filing cabinet closed, she sucked on her cut finger as she left the room, heading back to her desk. There was a rush of Timekeepers heading towards the doors, many checking their weapons and tugging on their coats.
“What’s going on?” Rose asked, approaching Joelle who was sitting at her computer. She just shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“There’s a hostage situation in New Greenwich,” Raymond swept around them both, shoving his gun into the holster on his thigh. “All available units are getting called in.”
Cursing quietly, Joelle jumped from her seat, rushing for the door. When Rose moved to follow, Raymond held out a hand to stop her.
“Not you.”
“I can help–”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Raymond sighed heavily and pinched at his brow. She was pretty sure that she was going to kill him.
It wasn’t even the mindless, mundane tasks that he assigned to her day after day that was getting to her, but the blatant, obvious distrust. So he didn’t like her. That was fine.
Okay, it actually really wasn’t, but that’s not the point.
The point was that he clearly didn’t want her around.
She’d considered asking for a transfer to another partner, but he’d so neglected to show her how anything there worked, she didn’t even know how to do that.
“Look, I don’t know what I said, or did to make you so dislike me–”
“I don’t dislike you,” Raymond defended.
“Stop interrupting me!” it came out louder than intended, and a few passing Timekeepers shot them funny looks. Raymond’s brows rose, but he stopped talking. “I just don’t see the point in being here if you’re just going to treat me like a glorified secretary.”
“Everyone starts out with menial work until they’ve learned the ropes.”
“And yet you haven’t done shit to even try to teach me anything. You won’t let me onto any crime scenes, you barely even let me look at crime files. So how the hell am I supposed to learn how to do my job when my own damn partner barely trusts me to file correctly?”
“It’s not an issue of trust. You don’t have any experience in this line of work. You want me to send you into a situation that’ll likely just get you and several of our other Timekeepers shot?”
“How the hell am I supposed to get any experience when you keep me locked up in here then?”
Raymond’s jaw twitched, arms crossing over his chest. She was suddenly aware of just how much taller he was than her. “Listen to me. Do you realize how goddamn lucky you are? No one from Dayton gets accepted here. Ever. Do you know how many people are just waiting for one little slip up, one tiny little mistake to send your ass packing? So you are going to keep your goddamn head down, you’re not going to make any trouble, and you will do what I fucking tell you to. Got it?” his tone was low, trembling with anger, eyes narrowed to icy slits as he leaned into her space. Rose could feel her resolve crumbling away into nothing but dust as she realized there wasn’t really any point in arguing. She knew that she wouldn’t win. Much as it begrudged her to admit it, he was right. And the last thing she wanted to do was to make him somehow hate her even more. Looking down, she couldn’t help it as her shoulders slumped slightly. “Okay.”
Raymond moved to walk around her, then paused, heaving out a deep sigh. “There are some notes on my desk regarding the Cyrus case. Go ahead and read through them. See if you can spot anything useful,” his hand just barely grazed along her shoulder for a brief sliver of a second. And then he was walking away, so quickly she thought for a moment that she might have imagined the light touch had it not been for the way her skin tingled in memory of the weight of his hand.
∗ ∗ ∗
Head resting on one arm while she scribbled notes down, cursing quietly when the ink smudged, she barely even heard the doors open, nor the heavy footsteps behind her. Someone had turned on the television in the breakroom, the majority of those left behind at the headquarters gathering around it to watch what happened with the hostage situation. Rose had wandered in once to get another cup of coffee, only glancing at the news anchor speaking on the scene before returning back to her desk to continue reviewing the notes Raymond had left her with.
“You’ve been busy.”
Head jerking up at the sound of Raymond’s voice over her shoulder, she glanced back at him, cheeks heating against her will as she looked at the array of notes and papers scattered over her desk. “You said to go over those notes on the Cyrus case.”
There was a long, long, stretch of silence, his eyes just staring at her, analyzing. Tucking a loose curl behind her ear, she squirmed in her seat, trying to act collected at the sudden attention.
“It’s late,” he said finally. “I was expecting you to have already gone home.”
It was hard to determine what exactly he wanted her to say to that, so she just shrugged sheepishly, trying to straighten out the papers on her desk into a neat stack. “How did the hostage situation go?”
Rubbing a hand across his neck, he huffed. “It went fine.”
That was probably about as much detail as she was going to get out of him. “Good,” she nodded. “That’s good,” tentatively, she set the stack of papers on his desk. “I wrote down what I thought, about the case.”
Nodding, he skimmed a finger along the stack. “I’ll read through it tomorrow.”
“Okay,” massaging at her brow, she hastily held her hand to her mouth to hide a yawn that was powerful enough to squeeze her eyes shut. When she opened them, Raymond was looking at her strangely. The coldness in his eyes seemed to have thawed, if only by the slightest amount.
“Go home, Rose. Get some sleep.”
It was impossible to stop the stutter in her breathing when he said her name. But she couldn’t deny how exhausted she was. Logging out and locking her computer, she stood, brushing herself down carefully before grabbing her bag.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Okay.”
While heading to the doors, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder once. And when she did she found him still standing at his desk, watching her walk away with inscrutable eyes.
∗ ∗ ∗
The thump as a new stack of papers were deposited onto Rose’s desk made her teeth grind together.
“More to be filed?” glancing up from the pile she was currently working on, she bit back a bitter scowl as she met Raymond’s cold eyes.
“Yes.”
“You know, I could be helpful in other ways than just filing shit.”
“What I have you doing is helpful,” he didn’t look at her as he said it, instead glancing down at his phone when it beeped. Rose bit her tongue to keep herself from saying something that would begin an argument. They’d had enough of those since she’d been assigned as his partner.
She wasn’t entirely sure if it was being paired up with a rookie that made Raymond so dislike her, or if it was just because it was her.
She was beginning to suspect that it was the latter.
But the constant stream of meaningless work was starting to get on her last nerve. They were supposed to be hunting down leads on Cyrus, and yet half of the time he had her doing filings that really should have been relegated to one of the interns.
“Any new leads today?” she asked. A muscle in Raymond’s cheek twitched, a sign that she’d learned indicated that he was trying to hide his annoyance.
“No.”
“Are you still sending search squads out to Dayton?”
His back turned to her as he examined the huge map of the time zones projected onto the wall. Shoulders heaving with his sigh, he settled his hands on his waist. “Yes.”
“You should have them check out the red light district by the entrance to the subway tunnel. Some of the rebels would frequent there.”
Blinking once, his eyes continued to stare at the map, but there was a haziness in them all of a sudden. Like his mind wasn’t quite there for a moment. “I know.”
Rose raised an eyebrow, but just as quickly as his eyes had lost focus they snapped back to reality, staring intently at the map. She almost wondered if she had just imagined the uncharacteristic, haunted look that passed over his features.
“One of Cyrus’s favorites worked that area,” she tried to add, though she wasn’t sure how any of that would be useful.
“What do you mean?” when she looked up, Raymond was staring at her.
“Yeah…at least that’s what Luke told me,” she winced as the file she picked up sliced a thin papercut into her thumb. “I think that her name was Sasha?”
“Hm,” Raymond’s hand braced against her desk, eyes still looking the map up and down. His foot tapped, brows knitting as he rolled something over in his mind. “Come with me,” spinning on his heel, he began to move towards the doors. Rose remained just sitting for a few seconds, blinking in shock as her mind processed what he’d just said. Leaping to her feet and snagging her leather duster from where it was hanging over the back of her chair, she rushed to follow him.
“Where are we going?”
Raymond didn’t answer, just unlocked his car and slid into the driver’s seat. Climbing into the passenger’s side, she adjusted her coat around her shoulders, clicking her seatbelt into place. Raymond drove fast, with a level of abandon that was probably useful when in pursuit of a suspect. She wondered if it was an old habit from living in Dayton, similarly to how she had yet to unlearn that she didn’t need to speed walk or jog everywhere anymore.
“Did your brother tell you anything else about the relationship between the rebels and the prostitutes?” Raymond asked, eyes glued to the road.
“Not really. Just that it was contentious.”
“Did he say why?”
“No, he didn’t.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn that some of the tension in Raymond’s shoulders relaxed. A part of her wanted to ask more questions, but her instincts told her that would just get her head ripped off. Instead she let her forehead rest against the window, watching the people going about their lives as they sped past them.
“Raymond,” she said quietly as soon as she recognized the streets they were pulling towards. “Why are we here?”
Parking the car, he smoothed a hand through his hair, an apprehensiveness in his steely gaze that left her uneasy.
“Look,” he licked his lips. “Just stay close, alright?”
Her brows furrowed. “Okay.”
As he unlocked the doors, she checked the green countdown on her arm before slipping her hand into the silver ring of metal behind the gearshift. “Dispatch, wire me my per diem.”
“Time transfer,” the automated female voice said. She waited for the numbers to tick upwards before removing her arm.
“Do you need to get yours too?” she called as Raymond stepped from the car, but he shook his head.
“No, I’ve got enough.”
As they walked towards the red light district of Dayton, she adjusted her coat against her shoulders. The leather felt like armor, a protective shield against anyone or anything that may try to harm her.
“What makes you think that any of them will actually talk to you?” she asked. He didn’t respond.
The streets had more people on them than the last time Rose was there, though several ducked back into their houses at the sight of them approaching. Others, however, just eyed them curiously.
“Hey, Ray!” shouted a woman dressed in a fishnet shirt and mini skirt, teetering on the highest pair of heels Rose had ever seen. She waved enthusiastically with a grin.
“Hi, Tara,” Raymond called back, and for a moment a friendly smile stretched across his features. Rose almost tripped over her own feet at the sight, all but gaping at the exchange. She wouldn’t have thought Raymond to be capable of friendly greetings at all. Chancing another glance around, at the other sex workers lounging in the streets, she realized that many of them were looking at Raymond with a level of familiarity.
So he must be a regular here, then.
Wrapping her arms around her middle, she gulped down whatever the fuck the feeling was that twinged in her chest. It didn’t matter. She didn’t care.
Following Raymond when he turned down an alley, she lingered silently behind him as he approached three women talking in hushed voices to one another.
“Hey, Janet,” the woman with a bright red streak in her hair lifted her head at his voice. “Can I have a minute?”
The woman shooed the other two away, leaning against the wall and looking Raymond up and down.
“Been awhile since I’ve seen you down here, Ray. You get too good for the likes of us?”
“Work’s been busy.”
“I heard,” Janet shot a lazy look at Rose. “Who’s this?”
“This is my partner,” he couldn’t have sounded any less enthused about it if he tried. Rose bit her cheek and kept her head lowered, burying her hurt feelings under a blank, neutral expression. “We need to ask you some questions.”
Janet crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. Raymond heaved out a dramatic sigh, taking her arm and transferring some of the time on his arm over to hers. Checking her numbers to see how much he’d given her, Janet nodded. “Okay. What do you want to know?”
“We know that Cyrus Langley still comes around here. Does he see anyone in particular?”
“Yeah, actually. Ever since the shit you pulled though, he only goes to the same two girls. They’re both hardcore rebel sympathizers. Practically rebels themselves. I’m guessing that he trusts them not to blab any of the shit he shows or tells them.”
“Who are they?”
“Sasha and Emmie,” Janet’s eyes narrowed. “You know, none of them really trusted any of us after what you did. Some even come out to harass us while we’re trying to work. It cost us all a mountain of customers.”
Raymond looked down, shoving his hands in his pockets and clearing his throat. As if ashamed. Rose looked between him and Janet in puzzlement. There was some piece of all of this that she was missing, and judging by how cagey Raymond was with her, she doubted that he was about to volunteer any answers.
“Are either of them around?”
“No. They both skipped town after they heard about your big round up of all the rebels at the base.”
Raymond cursed quietly under his breath, running a hand over his slicked back hair. “Anything else?”
Janet cocked her head, and pursed her lips, clearly considering before holding out her arm again. Raymond rolled his eyes, grabbing her arm and transferring over some more time to her.
“Sasha had a big mouth on her. She liked to brag about all of the expensive gifts Cyrus would buy her. Pompous bitch,” Janet scowled bitterly. “She mentioned some sort of…I don’t know, apartment, a safehouse, maybe, that he liked to take her to.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“You got a pen?”
Rose rummaged around in her pocket, handing Janet her notebook and a pen. She scribbled down an address and handed it back. Raymond nodded to Janet.
“Thanks.”
“Sure thing.”
Raymond’s footsteps were fast as he walked from the alley and back along the road they’d come down on. Rose had to all but jog in order to keep up with him. Questions danced on the end of her tongue, but one look at Raymond’s face had her biting it instead. His eyes were focused firmly ahead, hands clasped behind his back, expression bordering on tormented.
“Raymond?” she didn’t know what else she exactly wanted to say to him. They were nearing the car.
“Give me the address,” was all he said in response. Pulling her notebook from her pocket, she tore the page out with a satisfying rip, holding it out to him. When he reached out a hand to take it, her eyes widened to nearly the size of dinner plates. There was only a little more than a minute left on his clock. “Jesus, how much time did you give her?”
Before he could react, she grabbed his arm with hers, turning it, watching the numbers count up until he had ten minutes on his clock instead of one. Dropping his arm, she raised her eyes to find him just staring at her. His face was close enough that she could distinctly make out the light freckles dusting his cheeks.
“Sorry,” she said, suddenly feeling as though she crossed some sort of line. “I didn’t want you to time out.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
“It’s just ten minutes. Don’t worry about it,” shifting from foot to foot, she wrapped her arms around her middle. “Can’t have you timing out on me when you’re my ride and all,” a smile cracked along her lips at the joke. Raymond scoffed, but she could have sworn that before he turned away to resume walking back to the car that she caught the very beginnings of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m touched.”
“Mhm,” she didn’t mention that she’d noticed he seemed to have a bad habit of doing that; of running his clock down to the last possible second before collecting his per diem. She wondered where he’d picked up the disposition. “So, now what?” sliding back into the passenger seat, she closed the door, reclining back into the soft leather.
Raymond collected his per diem and turned on the car, pulling away from the red light district at breakneck speed.
“Now we go find Cyrus.”
∗ ∗ ∗
It was just their luck that there was a hotel right across the street from the safehouse that Janet had given them the address to. They wouldn’t be able to move on the apartment until they knew for certain that Cyrus was there, so the Timekeepers had booked them a room at the hotel for them to use while they staked out and waited for any signs of the rebel leader.
Sitting on the windowsill, with her legs curled to her chest and a pair of binoculars pressed to her eyes, Rose pouted, blowing a raspberry as she let the binoculars fall to rest in her lap.
“Still nothing?” Raymond asked from where he was sitting on the bed. There was a file open in front of him, that he was marking up with a black pen. He had shed his coat, leaving him in just his vest and undershirt. It was odd to see him like that; almost how she could imagine him looking when he came home from a long day at work and was just beginning to unwind.
“Yeah,” she leaned her head back against the window frame with a thump. Tiredness pulled at her eyes, muscles cramping from spending hours curled up in her position at the window. She raised a hand to cover a yawn.
“If you want to get some sleep, I can take watch for a while,” Raymond offered.
“Are you sure?” she asked, even as she was gripped with another yawn. He just shrugged, standing and approaching the window, taking the binoculars from her.
“Okay,” jumping up, she stretched lazily like a cat, closing her eyes and rolling her neck from side to side. Rummaging through the tiny suitcase she’d brought with her, she pulled out her toiletries bag and her pajamas, going into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
Her reflection in the mirror was still a bit of a surprise. Gone was the gaunt, miserable girl with the dead eyes. There was a warmth to her face, the hard bitterness in her amber eyes somewhat softened. She looked almost content.
Running her fingers through her curls and tugging at the hem of her pajama top, she forced herself not to think about Raymond on the other side of the door. He was an asshole anyway. Fuck him.
She bit her lip when her mind promptly took that idea and flipped it over onto itself. It was a constant war within her own mind; that despite how much he annoyed and infuriated her, she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him.
Shoving open the door to the bathroom, she did her best to ignore him as she climbed into the bed. Curling up with her back to him, she tugged the blankets over her. Even with her eyes closed and Raymond sitting near the window, she could feel his gaze burning into her back.
“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the safehouse?”
He coughed, and shifted. But even as she started to doze off, she could have sworn that she still felt his eyes, every once in a while, darting back to her.
∗ ∗ ∗
“Rose, wake up.”
Raising her head from where it was half buried in her pillow, she squinted at Raymond in minor annoyance. “Did something happen?”
“No,” his hand retracted from where it had been shaking lightly at her shoulder. “I was going to order some room service. Do you want anything?”
“Oh,” she pushed herself into what could technically be classified as a sitting position. “Actually, yeah.”
He tossed the menu to her, waiting until she’d made her selections before placing the order on the hotel phone. Rubbing at her eyes and combing her fingers through her hair, Rose swung her legs from the bed, grabbing the binoculars where they were sitting on the table by the window and peeking out at the safehouse across the street.
“Did anything happen while I was asleep?”
“Not really,” Raymond stretched his arms, rolling his neck from side to side. She looked away before he could notice her staring at the way the muscles in his arms flexed, even under the layers of his shirts. “You snore, by the way.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Mhm,” he grunted in disagreement, stalking off to the bathroom while she kept watch. Folding herself back into her position seated on the windowsill, she looped the band for the binoculars around her neck. Outside it was beginning to lightly drizzle, the rain dusting the sidewalks in moisture. A fog had set in, and the sun was beginning to lower, leaving the world to slowly darken as it sank below the horizon.
The bathroom door squealed as Raymond opened it again, moving to sit on one of the chairs at the table.
“I don’t think he’s coming,” she huffed defeatedly.
“Probably not,” he admitted.
“So what are we still doing here?”
He shrugged. “Taking advantage of free vacation?”
“Never would have thought of you as a rule breaker.”
“I have my moments.”
“Hm,” hugging her knees to her chest, she let her chin rest on them. Raymond looked down. If she didn’t know him better she would have thought him to be blushing.
“Did you ever talk to him?”
“Who, Cyrus? Only once or twice. I was small fry; Luke was the bigshot,” outside, the rain started to pick up, pattering harshly against the walls and roof of the hotel. “You know, one time, I asked him what his plan was once the system was dismantled. What his ideas were for replacing it. And he couldn’t answer me,” shaking her head, she looked away. “All of that effort…and he didn’t even have an actual alternative solution in mind.”
“The system’s unfixable,” her eyes snapped up to Raymond’s. “It was designed that way. Think about it,” he said at her questioning look. “You abolish the time system. Give everyone enough time to live forever, or get rid of the countdowns completely. We’re genetically engineered to live forever. But our world can’t sustain an infinite amount of people. Even if we had enough resources, we’d run out of space for everyone. People have to die. That’s the way that it has to be.”
“And the wealthy will never allow it to be them. And no one is going to actually support going back to the way things were. Where people actually aged and got sick.”
He shot her a sad look. “No. They won’t.”
“So what do you do then?”
“I think…” Raymond hesitated. “It’s a shitty system that we’re all stuck in and it isn’t changing anytime soon. So…you just try to have the best life that you can.”
“I thought for a while that being a part of the resistance would mean something. But in the end all that they ever did was hurt me and make me feel like garbage. Like it was wrong or selfish to want a life that had any sort of enjoyment in it.”
“All resistance factions get corrupted if they exist long enough.”
“You think that Cyrus was corrupted?” she asked, head lifting to stare at him.
“I think that he’s a far more selfish bastard than you are.”
Before she could answer there was a knock on the door, and Raymond got up to collect their food. Jumping down from the windowsill to sit in the chair at the table across from him, she sank her teeth into her burger, chewing.
“How is it?”
“Actually not that bad. Better than the burgers they used to serve at school.”
“Oh god, I’d almost forgotten how bad those were.”
Smiling around her next bite, she set the burger down to snag a few fries. “Luke always tried to insist that they were good. Just more evidence that he was a dumbass, I suppose.”
“I almost never saw you in the cafeteria.”
“Usually I spent lunch in the studio.”
“I think that I would be worried about accidentally ingesting some paint if I was trying to eat at the same time,” Raymond stabbed a fork into his salad.
“That…may have happened once or twice,” she ducked her head down to hide her blush. “Paint does not taste very good.”
When she looked up, Raymond was just staring at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He was wearing an expression that she couldn’t quite place, and she found herself wiping at her mouth with her napkin subconsciously, unsure if maybe there was something on her face.
“Do you think that’s what you would have done, had everything not happened with Luke?”
“What, painting? Maybe,” she twisted a fry between her fingers. “I suppose it all would have depended on how successful I would have been. Gotta be able to make enough time to afford to eat, after all.”
“You would have been successful,” Raymond said. “Your art was good,” he glanced down, picking at his salad.
“Thanks,” her cheeks were definitely visibly burning. “Bartending wasn’t so bad though. Not really.”
“Hm,” he took a bite of his salad, eyes still not quite meeting hers.
“So what did you end up doing after high school? Did you go straight into working with the Timekeepers, or…” her voice trailed off in response to the sudden dark look that passed over Raymond’s features.
“Are you always so goddamn nosy?” he stabbed at the lettuce in his salad irritably. Rose gaped.
“I-I-” her stuttering only made the sudden embarrassment worse, and with it, came a wave of sudden anger. “I was only…”
“Only what?” his eyes narrowed. “We aren’t friends, Rose.”
As you’ve made abundantly clear. Over and over again. “Why are you always such a fucking asshole?” it exploded from her mouth before she had time to bite it back. His eyebrow raised. “I mean, Jesus, I was just trying to have a nice fucking conversation.”
“Excuse me for wanting to maintain professional boundaries,” he still looked relatively unbothered by her sudden outburst.
“Oh, so it’s okay when you ask me personal shit but the second I ask the tiniest probing question it’s inappropriate!?”
“That’s not being fair,” there was the beginning of defensiveness building in his voice.
“No, you know what isn’t fair, Raymond? You know next to everything there is to know about me, and I don’t know shit about you! How are we supposed to work together like this, huh? How am I supposed to trust you when I don’t even know anything about you?”
His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.
“You’ve treated me like shit since before we even started working together.”
“That isn’t true,” Raymond said, something twitching in his face that she couldn’t place. Not that she cared enough to try anymore.
“Oh, really? Because that’s sure how it’s fucking felt!” she realized with sudden horror that she was teetering very dangerously close to crying. Standing on shaky legs, she pushed away from the table. She would not allow him the satisfaction, or herself the embarrassment, of letting him see her cry. “God, I can’t believe that I ever–” she clenched her jaw hard before she said anymore. No way in hell was she letting him in on her secret crush for him. Absolutely not.
“Ever what?” Raymond asked, half rising from his seat. But she was already halfway across the hotel room. “Rose, wait!”
She ignored him, opening the hotel door and stepping out into the hallway, slamming it shut behind her.
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All we have is one another
This can be read as an individual one shot, although in the end it mentions sprinkles of teenage Kiara that I wrote here.
Book: TRR AU
Characters: Kiara and her family.
Word count: 2099
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Mature
Warning: Angst? mention of queer.
Prompt: prompt 1 by @choicesflashfics appears in bold. Day 2 of @kiaratheronappreciationweek
“Congratulations Lady Kiara. You are now officially the Cordonian council member.” Liam stretched out his hand. Kiara gave a wide smile as she took his hand to give a confident shake.
"Merci. I will give my best."
“I will see you later.”
" Au Revoir." Kiara curtsied and walked out of the Council office.
As soon as Kiara closed the doors behind her, she leaped at Penelope who was waiting outside for her. Pen hugged her as they both gave out a happy squeal.
Drake was about to enter the council office when he witnessed the tiny celebration. “I assume you have been appointed.”
Kiara turned around to meet his brown eyes. “Yes. I am.” Her parallel thoughts ran wilder than her calm poise. ‘And after this I am going to take my next step towards you Drake. Towards our happy future.’ But this step needed more courage than she needed for her career. ‘One step at a time.’ She reminded herself.
“Well Congratulations! Time to party.” Drake added.
Penelope asked excitedly, “Would you like to join us?”
“I am afraid, no. I have an important meeting with O... I mean, the duchess of Lythikos and the King. Some other time.” He waved his hand. “See you later.”
Kiara kept staring at the closed door that Drake just went in to. Penelope tried to pep her up. “What a shame! He is gonna miss all the fun.” She pulled Kiara out of her reverie and dragged her out to the exit.
The Security at the gate stopped Kiara to give her a message from her father. He was waiting at the guest rooms in the Capitol to meet her.
Her happiness knew no bounds. “Pen, Baba is here! He came all the way from Castelsarreillan! I knew he would come. He has always been there for me.
Finally, her dream was coming true. Her hard work was fruitful and she had bagged the honourable post of the Minister of External Affairs at the Royal Court. ‘Baba would be so proud!’
She rushed to the parking with Penelope and directed her driver to the Capitol. The minutes felt longer than an hour to Kiara. She was eager to meet her father and share the news with him.
The SUV halted in the grand Porte cochere of the building that usually inhabited the visiting VIPs. The foyer was decorated in royal colours of gold and blue. The wall behind the reception displayed the flags of each duchy.
Kiara had no time to look at any of these beautiful details. She dashed through the floor towards the elevators while Penelope filled in the visitor details at the reception.
They stepped onto the third floor. She knew the standard suite reserved for the Duke of Castelserreillan. She rang the bell and waited, jumping on her toes enthusiastically.
Her father himself answered the door, which was a bit surprising for her but she was too excited to ask. She ran into his arms, “Baba! I made it.”
He gave her a warm hug and patted on her back. “I knew you would Kiki. I am so proud of you. Come, meet Maman and Zeke. They are here too.”
He looked at the door with a slight disappointment, as if he didn’t want to see Penelope at that moment. But like a wise old man he hid it behind a smiling face. “Please come in Penelope.”
Pen stepped forward and greeted him. They walked in. Joelle and Ezekiel were seated in the living room, both engrossed into some discussion. Joelle was talking in hushed tone while Ezekiel had his head lowered and moving in small nods.
Hakim stood behind Kiara and held her shoulders. She looked up at him sideways. He was smiling down at her. He then called out her mother, “Jo, Look who is here!”
Joelle got up, spreading her arms to welcome Kiara who scurried into her embrace. “Maman!”
“Toutes nos felicitations.”
Ezekiel was standing quietly besides them. “Hey Zeke!” said Kiara.
“Kiki.” He spoke softly.
It was too obvious to Kiara now that there was some tension in the room. She looked between her father and Zeke. Hakim had a stern look while Ezekiel had his eyes glued to the floor. “Qu’est-ce qui ne vas pas? What’s wrong? What am I missing here?”
Hakim sighed, “Penelope dear, I would like to talk to my daughter. I suggest you relax in Kiki’s room for some time.”
“Sure sir.” Penelope walked away politely.
Hakim motioned others to Ezekiel’s room. Kiara sat on the couch between her parents while Ezekiel stood in front of them. She kept looking at them dumbfound.
Her father took her hand in his before he spoke, “Kiki, I am really happy for you. You have worked hard and stayed focused to achieve your goals. And I am sorry to bring this up now but I don’t have a better way to explain this.”
He then turned to Ezekiel, “Son, come here.” Hakim stood up and curled his one arm across Ezekiel’s back.
He then addressed Kiara, “The way you made your decisions, Zeke has made his choices. We are your parents and we will support you in whatever you do, but one of his choices is directly going to affect you Kiki. And so here we are.”
Joelle kept a comforting hand around Kiara as Hakim continued, “Zeke has decided to forgo his title as the future Duke of Castelserreillan. You fall next in line and the responsibility of looking after the duchy will fall on you.”
Kiara’s mouth was agape.
“I know its too much to ask from you when you have just now joined the Council. I am always there for you, you know that, right?” When there was no response from her, he asked, “Kiki?”
Kiara realised she was sitting stunned. She shut her lips tight to swallow in before she gathered her voice, “Je vais bien. Oui, I am alright. C’est juste que... oui, it was unexpected. But we can definitely work it out, droit Baba?”
“Yes dear. We will work on it when the time comes. I will take care of the duchy till I can, so that you can concentrate on your work at the court.”
“That works for me.”
“So, you agree to take the responsibilities.”
“Oui Baba, C’est notre maison. I will do anything for it.”
Hakim finally exhaled a sigh of relief. “That was quick and smoother than I thought.” He was about to sit down when Ezekiel reminded him, “Baba, the other part.”
Kiara’s chocolate brown eyes widened, “There’s more? Quoi maintenant?”
He stretched out his hand to his wife. Joelle slipped her hand in his and got up to walk him to their bedroom. “We will leave you both for the rest. À demain.”
Hakim shook his head. “I think that is not something for me to tell. You both can talk about it. Let this old man call it a day.”
Kiara and Ezekiel looked at each other in understanding and greeted their parents. Ezekiel crashed down with a thud on the couch. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.
She knew her brother well. She sat down besides him. “Zeke, you know you don’t have to think twice. Just say it all and get done with it. Dites-moi”
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “Kiki, it’s not as easy as it may sound.” He sat straight, his hands covering his face. “I gave them one shock after another.” He threw his hands in air, “And my timing was worst. I messed up your special moment. Je suis vraiment désolé.”
“Its okay Zeke. We have our moments but then life happens. Nothing is more important to me than your comfort.” She clapped his shoulder.
“Oh Kiki! You are always the mature one.” He reached out to give her a hug. She hugged him and patted his back.
She then brought up the other topic. “If you are comfortable, Zeke, should we now address the elephant in the room?”
Ezekiel rubbed his nape shying away, “Ce... actually, it’s rather personal... it’s about my partner or ... should I say the choice of my partner...”
She saw him struggling with words and decided to ease it off. “You mean you finally told Baba that you prefer men.”
His face turned pale. “Tu... how did you know? Since when?”
She smiled at him. “Se relaxer. I know it since I was nineteen.”
“But how on earth?... que...I never discussed... I was not even living at home that time. I was off to the veterinarian school.”
Kiara repeated. “I said relax! It was that Christmas holiday. You visited us. Penelope was more eager to see you than I. But you ignored her advances.”
Ezekiel hid his face in his palms. “Oh no! I am such an idiot! Pen... She was... I never realized. Désolé.”
“C’est bon. That was a sad new year eve for her. She felt very lonely but it was a long time ago.” Kiara turned to her brother to change the topic. “So, did you find someone?”
For the first time since she met him that evening, he smiled. He nodded his head and blushed at the thought of it.
“Who is the lucky guy?”
“You know him.” He grinned.
“Someone from Castelserreillan?” She wondered.
He shook his head. “Non. Someone right here.”
“Stop playing games. Just give me the name.” Kiara said in frustration.
“Bien.” He raised his hands surrendering. “It’s Max.”
Kiara’s heart skipped a beat. “Maxwell Beaumont?” She asked bewildered.
Ezekiel beamed, “Unbelievable, right? It was... for me too. But he is so sweet I couldn’t stop myself.”
Kiara blurted, “I am happy for you Zeke.”
Ezekiel hugged her again. “Thank you for being so supportive Kiki. It means the world to me. I am truly blessed.”
Kiara forced a smile. “Now if you will excuse me, Pen is waiting for me. À plus tard.”
She lumbered back to her room. How could the day turn out so heavy? She wanted it to be over already. She entered her room to meet a worried and anxious Penelope.
“Kiki? All well? What happened? Why was everyone so serious?”
Kiara threw herself on the bed. “Too many questions Pen! Give me a moment. I’ve had a rough day and all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”
“I knew you will need it. Here, have this.” Penelope poured themselves a drink each. After gulping down the first one in a single shot, Kiara started filling in the details about the first half of her conversation with her father.
Somewhere after few drinks down, a groggy Penelope switched on the TV. “Let’s search for a gooooood movie.” She slurred.
The newsflash on the TV caught Kiara’s attention. She snatched the remote from Penelope to increase the volume. Reporter Donald Brine’s voice filled up their room.
“In a major turn of events today, the duchess of Lythikos, Lady Olivia Nevrakis, publicly accepted her relationship with Mr Drake Walker who belongs to...” Kiara switched off the TV.
“No. No more. Not today.” She grumbled.
Penelope was on the verge of passing out. Kiara was lying next to her. Penelope patted on her head trying to console her. “It’s okay, Kiki. We will find you a better match than that. I told you, the clover brew coffee is not good for health.”
Kiara looked through her drooping eyelids, “Pen, I have to confess one more thing.”
“Hmm?” Penelope hiccupped.
“Zeke told me that he is in relationship.”
“Woo-hoo!” Penelope let out a shriek, trying to stand on the mattress, wobbling on her feet.
“You don’t want to know with whom?” She is totally wasted, Kiara thought.
“It’s not me, I know. Who is it then?” Pen continued her attempt to stand still while pondering on the question.
“The hot chocolate.” Kiara uttered softly.
“Oh!” Penelope collapsed on the bed. She gazed at Kiara who looked worse. She cracked up laughing, “I don’t drink hot chocolates anymore.” Another hiccup and she fell on her pillow and passed out.
A tear rolled from the corner of her eye on to the satin cover of the pillow, leaving a circle of wet patch. She did not expect to see it by the time she woke up. It would evaporate.
“Maybe you are right Pen, its time for me to give up clover brew coffee.” Kiara lied down on her pillow and closed her eyes.
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