★ but I'm going to be okay as long as you're beside me along the way

[complexguy]

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[complexguy]

"Nah, you stay here. I'll talk to H, tell him you needed to come lay down, but see if he don't mind me bringing' some food back." He can't imagine there would be an issue, but if they want to stay here, he's gonna play as nice as possible and follow the rules.

[dharmalady]

No one has ever just taken care of her before, and for a second when she looks at James, she forgets to stop looking so affected by his kindness. But the flash of genuine surprise at his offer is gone in a blink, and Juliet nods.

"Thank you," she says gratefully, quietly glad to not be going. He seems to know when she just needs a minute, and for that, she's grateful, too.

[complexguy]

Some part of him wants to stay right there, close to her, to see if she might touch his wrist again. Maybe bringing her some food back warrants it.

Why in hell does he care if she touches him again?

Focusing on her face for a moment, he notes the way she quickly tries to mask what looks like gratitude on her face, but he doesn't call attention to it.

Instead, a little distracted with thoughts of her, James just nods with a little smile. "I'll see if I can steal some of that chocolate puddin', too." With a wink, he's gone.

About ten minutes later, he's back with a tray of food for them to share, along with some chocolate pudding.

[dharmalady]

She sits with him at the small kitchen table, eating quietly. She doesn't have much to say, but she's content at least. Alcohol definitely loosens her tongue, but for the most part, she's not very talkative. Doesn't know if she ever has been, but she likes this. Likes that he doesn't try to get her to talk, and when they do have a conversation, it always feels as though it means something. As if every word he says, even if it's just 'pudding,' matters.

When she dives into the pudding, she takes a bite and hums, turning the spoon over in her mouth.

"Say what you want about DHARMA. They make a mean chocolate pudding."

[complexguy]

"Makes all the time travel worth it, don't it?" He smirks with amusement at her. But, he obviously agrees, given the way he's tearing through his bowl of pudding like a man possessed.

James doesn't even take notice much of how much she talks. She talks when she's comfortable, when she has something to say, and when she doesn't, he finds the silence between them actually comfortable. Peaceful. He never feels like they have to fill the silence.

[dharmalady]

Somehow, even with four people under the same roof, she and James manage to get into an easy rhythm of going out together, looking for someone, for anything, and then heading back. Jin and Miles search in a different direction, but every day is the same.

They've made themselves useful as well, in other ways. After talking with Richard, Juliet knows Hoarace regards James with a little more respect, and at the end of two weeks when the sub returns, its with about fifteen new recruits. And because they've been useful, the invitation is extended to James, Juliet, Jin, and Miles to stay.

With nowhere else to go, it's a pretty easy decision.

Once it's decided, they all separate for their job assignments and new housing; James and Juliet in one house, Miles and Jin in the other. They reunite at the new recruit party, though until she sees James, Juliet keeps to herself in a corner, just watching. There's a pink lei around her neck and one of the perkier women had put a matching pink flower right behind her ear.

She feels ridiculous, but she doesn't remove it.

[complexguy]

James doesn't feel much better about what he's wearing right now, but at least it's a nice clean shirt, with a comfortable pair of jeans. He'd tried to insist Juliet share a place with Jin or Miles, figuring she'd be more comfortable with one of them, but Miles kept arguing the "Asians oughta stick together," and there was no turning back from that.

He's grateful to Horace for setting them all up nice here, at least, and as it turns out, they need more people running security around here so it's worked out nicely. At the party, all James really cares about is finding Juliet. The moment he spots her, he feels a pang of something in the pit of his stomach, something more emotional than physical, and something he can't even fully identify. He just knows he wants to be near her.

With a grin, he approaches and tips his head to her.

"Well, how 'bout that? You fit right in here, sweetheart. Turnin' into a hippie on me?"

[dharmalady]

She hears him before she sees him, and she's already smiling by the time she looks up.

"I look like an idiot."

But he looks incredible, and maybe she does a once over on him. It's only fair since he checked her out in the jungle the first time he saw her.

"So, let's hear it. What's the job, LaFleur?"

[complexguy]

"I keep expectin' to hear you sing Kum-bay-a or somethin'," he continues to tease her, but only so she'll keep smiling at him.

"They got me on security detail," he explains. "Ain't half bad. Practically know this island by now. What'd they stick you with?"

[dharmalady]

It fits. As soon as he says he's security, she knows it's right--perfect for him, really. And she does keep smiling; it even grows into a grin when he asks her what she's doing.

"Motorpool."

She's so damn delighted; it's about as far from medicine as she can get, while still fixing things and using her hands.

[complexguy]

"Keep learnin' new things about ya," he grins back at her. "Didn't figure you for a grease monkey." He finds it easy to tease her and he likes it, even more when she teases him back.

[dharmalady]

"My dad taught me," she says with an easy shrug.

She holds out her cup to him. "Punch? It's fruity but the rum is strong," Juliet says with a pleased hum. They've been sharing water bottles in the jungle, no reason not to share this, too.

"Like that I'm living with a cop now. Peace of mind, you know?" Her smile lives in her eyes as she watches him.

[complexguy]

It takes him by complete surprise, the way her smile focuses on him and steals all the air from his lungs at the same time. She has no idea, probably, what she's doing to him. He doesn't even fully understand it himself.

But he can't help smiling back just as much, sipping at the punch when she offers it. "I'll keep ya safe, ma'am," he teases some more, like they're in an old western.

Lost in talking to Juliet, he has no idea that one of the new recruits-a young brunette-is sipping her punch and glancing over at him often, almost like she's trying to work up the nerve to talk to him.

[dharmalady]

Juliet does see it though, and for a second, something white-hot cuts across her stomach but she doesn't want to acknowledge it, doesn't want to admit that it was jealousy because no one here belongs to her anyway.

So, she subtly gestures with her head toward the young woman.

"I think you have a not-so-secret admirer."

[complexguy]

He hasn't been paying attention to anyone or anything except the woman in front of him. So when she says that, he glances over in confusion, quickly glancing back at Juliet.

"Well, I ain't with her." He finishes off the cup of punch, and when a new song starts to play, he steps a little closer, just trying to make it clear he has no interest in anyone else.

[dharmalady]

Juliet goes warm and feels a shiver snake its way down her spine at the same time he steps closer. Ducking her head as she smiles just a little, her eyes dart to the girl and find her pouting as she turns away.

Looking back up at him, she just laughs softly.

"It worked."

He's so close that she can smell his DHARMA aftershave and she clears her throat a little, not moving away. Not moving at all, really.

"Want more punch?"

[complexguy]

"You stay right here, I'll get it," he smiles, purposefully leaning in a little closer as he does. They've already successfully deterred the woman watching him, so there's really no need to keep going, but it doesn't occur to James to suddenly pull away. He finds he likes being close to her, able to see her eyes so vividly.

[dharmalady]

Again, when he moves away she feels bereft, as if a part of her was taken away. She doesn't understand it, she's never felt something like this, exactly.

When he returns, she nods at the backdoor.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Juliet doesn't want to be in this room with all of these people anymore, and outside under the stars sounds like a better idea.

[complexguy]

"Lead the way," he tips his head to her with a smile. Once they're sitting down, he hands her a cup, sipping at his own. He has to pause for a moment, reaching out just to lightly tug at her top.

"This suits you."

More specifically, I like this.

[dharmalady]

"Better than sweaty tanktops?" she asks him with a lopsided grin.

Maybe she is a little buzzed after all, but she likes it. Likes how she feels right now.

"The blue looks good on you, too. Goes with your eyes."

The blue and green combination is nice, especially that specifically soft green his are.

"Guess we'll have to see if blue jumpsuits suit me, too."

[complexguy]

"An upgrade," he smirks back at her, sipping some more punch. She's fun when she's buzzed, looser in the tongue. Not out of control at all; but what he's realized is that when she's got a little bit of alcohol in her, the person she really is deep down comes out, the person who wasn't held captive for years, who had to condition herself to show nothing and feel nothing thanks to the Others. What he's seeing now is the real Juliet starting to slip through, and he just hopes maybe he can get her here eventually when she's sober, too.

"With your damn pretty blue eyes? Hell yeah it'll suit you."

[dharmalady]

It probably isn't healthy, he's probably onto something, trying to get her to be herself again without booze. And she'll work on it, as soon as she figures out who the hell she is now.

"You think my eyes are pretty?"

She has to tease him, just a little, and she takes a sip of her punch, gaze steady on him.

[complexguy]

"Juliet, you gotta know they are. You got the eyes those folk singers write songs about."

Saying it like that means he can just barely skirt around saying he would write songs about her eyes if he were so inclined.

A guy could get lost in those eyes. This guy, specifically. He'd drown in them happily and thank her for it.

[dharmalady]

She doesn't know a lot about herself, and hearing him say that makes her warm. When she smiles, it's into her cup.

James thinks she's pretty.

It makes her smile again, maybe more than it should, but she doesn't care. "Well. Good thing the 70s is full of folk singers, then. Maybe one of the new recruits is an aspiring musician."

She's joking about it because it's easier. Because no, she didn't know her eyes were anything other than plain eyes.

[complexguy]

"Long as he don't steal you away," James teases back. But he hopes it sinks in for her, that she's beautiful, that he thinks she is. He doesn't know a lot of things, but he knows she's never been treated right.