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[when Sophie turns on her CAT, her expression is neutral--very carefully so. on the surface, she seems normal, but someone looking closely might notice that her eyes are a bit red and puffy. otherwise, she has a blue shawl wrapped around her shoulders and is seated on the sofa in her townhome. as soon as she begins to speak, that neutral expression goes out the window, and her bitterness is clear]

Since they've so graciously given us some time to ourselves, I think we should use it wisely. It's been cold all day, and--knowing this town--that means it'll be worse tomorrow. I suggest everyone visit the stores and prepare for that. Also, I am going to knit hats and gloves with protective charms in them for anyone who is interested. If you'd like some, please stop by my townhome so I can take measurements.

[she pauses] And...to everyone who... [but her voice catches in her throat, and she lets it trail off. she swallows hard before adding, quickly, her voice thick:] Oh, nevermind! [she quickly shuts off her CAT]

[filtered to Kanaya]

[she takes a moment to collect herself before sending out another message, keeping her tone as businesslike as she can do] I know we met under rather...false pretenses. But if you do know how to knit, and you wouldn't mind, I could use your help. Would you like to?

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[she's surprised by that reaction, and she gapes at him, feeling truly guilty now. this is exactly the sort of thing that always happens when she lets her mouth get away from her]

What? By that argument, it's everyone's fault! No, the one who is to blame for all this is Resarci, and that's that.

Or the person who he's working for. Do ye not remember when Nathan said Resarci was the connection between finding the person responsible for what we're going through?

Yes, but it's still not you, Jamie!

[she picks up the measuring tape and finally walks over to him] Let me see your hands.

But...och, fine. [He's not going to argue with her, and holds out his hands.]

Ye still have to admit that if we could have found Resarci maybe things would have been different.

[she begins to measure them, noting down the results]

Well, yes, but that's no reason to blame yourself.

Aye, maybe so. There's no guarantee that even if we had that we would've found the other person anyway.

[He turns his hands over so she can measure the width of his palms, if she needs it.] I still don't like it, though.

[softly] No...none of us do.

Your head next. Could you bend down a bit?

Hey? Oh, aye. [He does so, winding up staring at the floor in the process.]

Look, Sophie, if there's a way to figure this out, we'll find it. Maybe we can go talk to the Doctor after this and see if he has any new ideas.

[since he's looking down, he won't see her tense up at that, although he might feel it as she's in the process of measuring his head with a tape measure. she pauses briefly--and then she finishes what she's doing, writing down the results]

[softly] Thank you; that's all I needed.

Perhaps...you should speak to the Doctor. [she can't meet his eyes as she says it]

Me? Well, aye, I thought that was the idea. [He peers at her, frowning. She'd tensed up just then, and now she's not looking at him, and he's getting a strong feeling there's definitely something amiss here.]

Sophie? Ye don't want to go talk to him, do ye. Whyever not?

[she bites her lip] I-I'd just rather not. After... [she trails off, unable to bring herself to say that she can't face him after believing she was married to him] And besides, it was your idea!

[Never mind that it was his idea. He's much more worried by her reaction, and he steps forward with a concerned look on his face.]

After what? Did something happen between the two of ye?

[quickly] No! No, nothing happened. Just... [she cringes, dodging his gaze] This town made us believe we were married. And--I would simply rather not see him.

[she doesn't really understand exactly why herself, but mainly she doesn't want to face that reminder of the false happiness she felt when her memories were changed]

Edited 2012-09-03 23:40 (UTC)

Och. Now, look, Sophie, if ye think that'll bother the Doctor... [But he trails off when she says she'd rather not see the Time Lord, going silent for a few seconds. He opens his mouth then, starting to say something else before thinking better of it and closing it again. A few more seconds pass before he tries again.]

All I'm saying is that this sort of thing's happened before. Well, maybe not that exactly, but he'll understand it wasn't anyone's fault but the town's.

Yes, but...oh, you don't understand!

[not that she's done a good job of explaining, of course. but she turns away from Jamie in angry frustration--and then sits there biting her lip because she has no idea what else to do. even she knows she's being ridiculous, but that isn't enough to make her stop]

Don't I? I'm not daft, Sophie. Ye don't want to think about it, so ye don't want to go.

[Because that really is pretty obvious to him, given the way she's reacting.]

Have ye not thought that maybe that's why the town did what it did? Maybe it wanted us to be upset and not want to talk to each other, because then we'd not fight as well together to get out of here.

What!? [she gapes--but it's mainly because she can't believe he worked out how she's really feeling. she's not ready to admit that, though. and not only that, but the implication that she's playing into the town's hands by being mad at the Doctor just makes her even more furious] That's--that's nonsense!

[the kettle chooses that moment to begin to go off. Sophie stands abruptly, turning her back on him] I have to get the tea!

[her voice is full of tears, and as she rushes out of the room with her back still to him, they begin to run down her face]

Sophie! Sophie, wait! [But then she turns and runs out of the room. And even though he knows the excuse for it is valid enough, he's still kicking himself just a bit for making her cry.]

Och. I'd not meant...

[He hesitates for a moment, torn between following her and giving her her space. Following wins out, and he goes into the kitchen after her. Or at least as far as the doorway.]

Sophie? Look, I'm sorry. Are ye all right?

[Sophie's hand is shaking as she pours out the water into cups. she doesn't look at him for a moment, but then she sets the kettle back on the range, and she turns to him with a face full of tears--and frustration]

Of course I'm not all right! My husband is missing, my son is stuck as a kitten, and because of this town, I couldn't even remember--!

[but her tirade loses its steam, and with one more shout of frustration, she dissolves briefly into sobs]

When I get my hands on them, it'll be green slime for them! I'll find a way to make them--!

[Quietly, Jamie reaches out to put a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently.]

We'll find a way to fix it, Sophie. Somehow.

[she nods, sniffling as she struggles to stop herself from crying. she's not very successful, and he'll feel her shoulders still shaking with her sobs] Yes. We have to. It's just...been so long...

[Clearly that's not enough to comfort her, but maybe a hug will - if she allows it.]

Aye, but don't things there stay the same while you're away from it? You'll still be able to get back and find Howl again, and figure out how to turn Morgan back as well.

[she does allow it, gratefully. after the happiness of that experiment, she feels terribly lonely now, and it's good to have a friend. her sobs slow, and she nods at his question, bringing her arms tentatively around him as well as he hugs her. she needs that comfort right now]

Yes. I will--of course I will! [she sighs, frustrated with herself] Jamie...thank you. I... [she trails off, not sure what to say]

[He's happy to hold her as long as she likes, knowing she could use the support, but he does let go the moment she pulls away, having no wish to make her any more unhappy than he's already done by holding on too long.]

Look, it's alright, Sophie. Ye miss them, and there's no shame in that. I'm sorry if I said anything to make it worse.

[it takes her a moment to pull away. once she has, she wipes her eyes and shakes her head] No, you're... [she cringes but admits with a sigh:] You're right. I miss them, but...it's not the Doctor's fault that they're not here.

Oh, the tea! [she turns as she realises, quickly putting the teabags in the cups of water to steep]

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