Fraser flinched as she folded her arms and looked away, unable to meet the force of her glare; he felt irrationally guilty for making her angry, even if the question had been justified. "No," he protested over her questions, "no, Victoria--" But she kept talking, and even now, even after everything she'd done to him, the reminder of what he'd done to her still cut like knives, like the bite of ice on uncovered skin. He cringed back from it, staring at the ground.
Until the last question, anyway, and then he looked up again, shocked, bewildered. "I what?" he shot back. As she poked him, he reached out and grabbed her hand. "I chose everyone over you? What are you talking about? I chose you over everything! I was--" He laughed now, too, an acrid, hopeless laugh, and rubbed at his eyes with his other hand. "I was going to go with you." The admission made his stomach twist; the muscles around the bullet in his back throbbed sympathetically.
"But that can't happen again, Victoria," he murmured. Not now. There was too much keeping him here, this time, and she couldn't-- wouldn't-- take it away from him the way she had before. She would have to kill him first. "So I don't..." He looked at her, then looked away again, staring at the far wall, his lips quirked sadly. "What do you want?" Him, he knew. But that wasn't enough. "Was that it? You wanted me to go with you this time?" She said she wanted him to save her, but he didn't know what that meant anymore. He wasn't even sure if she did.
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Date: 2008-01-09 11:05 pm (UTC)Until the last question, anyway, and then he looked up again, shocked, bewildered. "I what?" he shot back. As she poked him, he reached out and grabbed her hand. "I chose everyone over you? What are you talking about? I chose you over everything! I was--" He laughed now, too, an acrid, hopeless laugh, and rubbed at his eyes with his other hand. "I was going to go with you." The admission made his stomach twist; the muscles around the bullet in his back throbbed sympathetically.
"But that can't happen again, Victoria," he murmured. Not now. There was too much keeping him here, this time, and she couldn't-- wouldn't-- take it away from him the way she had before. She would have to kill him first. "So I don't..." He looked at her, then looked away again, staring at the far wall, his lips quirked sadly. "What do you want?" Him, he knew. But that wasn't enough. "Was that it? You wanted me to go with you this time?" She said she wanted him to save her, but he didn't know what that meant anymore. He wasn't even sure if she did.