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To: [human punching bag]
From: [horribly embarrassed]

In return for slugging you the other night, how about dinner sometime? In between crises, of course. *wry smile*

Maddie.

PS: I'm still angry. But I'm willing to try and start talking to the Man Upstairs again. Church tomorrow? Not the early service, I'm watching over Mick tonight.

To: [firefly]
From: [maddie]

Hey,

When you've got a minute or three, want to come down and visit? Mick's... well, he's not great, but there's hope there. And I could use the company. And so could you, I think.

Maddie.

PS: Haroun's been down for filtering twice in the last couple of days. You're holding out on the gossip front, aren't you?

To: [angelo]
From: [madelyn]

I'm planning on going to the mid-morning church service tomorrow. Want to come along?

Madelyn.

To: [firecracker]
From: [overworked]

Apologies for blowing you off the other day, kiddo. It's been a crappy week, and my head was not in the good place. Can I interest you in a trip to the mall later this week? I need to do some clothes shopping and I'm willing to treat you something insanely sugary as a peace-offering. Or you could pop down for a visit - I'm on call tonight, so I'm in the medlab for the duration.

Mads.

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To: [still getting breakfast tomorrow]
From: [extremely clueless, le sigh]

I am not! He's just very comfy to be held by, is all. Wait ...ONLY CUDDLING! That's all it was, really!

Shard of something. Probably a table or the like, Nathan went boom and Haroun's fine, really. All patched up now, though. No worries. :)

Gah. Double gah. But I'm glad he had someone to talk to while I was being denser than lead. I'm still wondering how I - well no. I know why I missed all the signs. Blind spot I have. He did the right thing at the right time and I stopped telling myself I was imagining things at that point. I do not have a big sappy grin right now. Much.

Alison
PS: I'm flailing now, only not because I don't want him to wake up. It's nice here. Erm. I just got back from the mission, took a shower and couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk and ended in front of the door to his room?

To: [clueless byond belief]
From: [damn straihgt I'm getting waffles with all the filtering I'll be doing]

Oh yes, you're definitely clueless. How can you be the Devil Woman and be so clueless. Of course there's going to be innuendo. ;)

That explains Cain's ire... Just as well I sent Nate back up to Moira tonight. I'm sitting here with Mick with the laptop. He's sleeping, if you were wondering.

We're buddies. We talk. And the poor guy needed to talk to someone before he exploded. It was rather cute, actually. I told him he'd need to spell it out in big letters, though, since _someone_ is clueless. ;) I take it that's what this "right thing" was? Since you aren't coming out and _telling_ me, wench.

Damn, I wish I had a camera for that sappy grin. Bribery material for the next ten years... ;)

Maddie.

PS: Before the mission. _Before_. There was a date, wasn't there? There was a date and you didn't tell me and now I'm pouting and hurt. Really.

From: [clueless beyond belief but comfy!]
To: [getting many waffles and coffee and other good things]

(Actually - show me how that blood filtering works, if you weren't kidding about that? Might not be a bad idea.)

No fair! I'm the one supposed to be doing the innuendo! Not the other way around!

I... thank you. It's silly maybe, but I feel responsible for Mick. Maybe I'll bring him a book or something when he's feeling a bit steadier. At least keep him from staring at the ceiling, right?

Didn't know you were that close to Haroun. We need to talk more, we do. And... actually, not really - instead of always being really blatant and all he stopped and just held me and didn't say anything for a while. The whole evening was a build up but that's the moment where I that made me stop telling myself it was just harmless flirting and consider that it might be more. Was more. Silly, but there you go... and hey, he was already holding me at that point.

Sappy grin and a half. And then more. And you're not taking pictures of it - pbbbbht!

Alison

PS: Erm. Yes, there was. And I sort of didn't tell anyone except Lorna because she apparently knew and turned off our comms so we didn't know Scott had been nabbed and stayed out instead of coming in and god it was a really fantastic evening except for that stupid little bit- right. Ahem.

To: [comfortably clueless]
From: [much happier doctor]

(That can be arranged. He'll probably need it again in the morning after all this comfy business - bring both yourselves down and we'll run through it.)

Ironic, isn't it? *innocent look*

*nods* That would be good. He's restrained at the moment, but when he's stronger, reading material would be perfect. Music at the moment wouldn't be a bad idea, possibly those books on CD? Since he's tied down? I know you're the goddess of all things musically inclined, which is why I'm mentioning it to you.

Yes and no. We work out together - he spots me, I spot him, and we've been talking for a couple of months now. And the flirting, obviously, because this _is_ Haroun we're talking about. I think he needs friends - he seemed so... alone when he came back. I suppose losing your home does that, opens you up.

Ahem.

Any way, yes, he needed to talk. To someone who wasn't one of the guys, you know? And apparently I have that listening face. ;)

Holding works. Okay, having a sappy moment here. Complete with version of the grin. That's so sweet and lovely and okay I'm done.

Maddie.

PS: Ah. Damn crises. How the hell are any of us supposed to have a life if people keep disappearing or being eaten by demons and the like?

To: [my favoritest former FBI doctor inna world]
From: [warm and comfy]

(...which reminds me. Got anything for bruises? Got hit in the side pretty hard last night. Ow. And I'll bring him down to the medlab. Soon as I can talk myself into getting out of the nice and comfy spot.)

Pbhhhhht!

Music I can do. I'll drop some mp3s on the medserver for you - erm, I'll try not to overdo it? And I'll start thinking of something interesting to bring to him reading wise.

That's what threw me off at first, you know? The way he'd flirt with pretty much any of the women here. ...don't laugh, but I'm as insecure as the next girl. So it was hard to think it meant anything when I knew about that and I didn't want to really believe because I- gah. GAH. Issues. Issues muddled things up nicely. But he didn't give up. Thank heaven for that.

Miles had a List. He decided I was lonely. I found that out when I told him about Haroun the next morning. So he made up a list and- it made me laugh when I found out, but I cried about it later.

Yeah, I'd have to agree with the listening face thing all right.

It really was sweet and lovely and all that. And then it got hot and intense and erm, stopping now. Ahem. Stupid wide grin now. Muchly so.

Alison

PS: Apparently, your friends cheat and make sure you do. Haroun had a fit at her over it, but - I was just too happy really. Still am.

To: [now you just want something]
From: [blushing furiously]

(Last night as in Belgium? *shakes head* I'll do what I can this late in the scheme of things, but I might have to toss you the way of our resident witch.)

'Some' mp3s? I'm counting fifty already and it's been twenty minutes. You're crazed with snuggliness, that's got to be it.

Insecure? Not laughing, I'm not... it's more of a snigger. Really. My God, Ali, you're an incredible and extremely attractive woman, of _course_ he's smitten with you. Poor bastard didn't stand a chance. ;) But I get the Issues. Everyone has at least one. I'm just glad you didn't let that get in the way, in the end. And that Haroun in Haroun and wouldn't take clueless for an answer.

You have the world's more adorable son, you realise this, don't you? He had a List? That's so sad and sweet and... Gah, excuse me while I turn into goo over here. Ahem. Okay, apparently the ten hours' sleep wasn't enough and I still have mushy brain. Because between the List and the Stupid Grins and the Holding and all, I'm just a puddle of girly goo. Gah. The guys at the Bureau would so not recognise me right now.

And people keep telling me nice things about myself. Was there a memo?

Maddie.

PS: Go Lorna. *grins*

To: [blushing girl]
From: [pretty sure I got all I want, actually]

(Yes. Sorry - should have come down last night but you had Mick to deal with and all I wanted was a hot shower and sleep. So very badly.)

Only fifty? I'm being slow, I am. Here, that should be better. Snuggliness is a wonderful amazing thing.

Yeah, but in the music business Madelyn, extremely attractive women are a dime a dozen. I learned that real fast and real hard. So. Anyway - Issues are an evil thing and that didn't help in the least. I'm glad too, and then some. Sorry, got distracted staring for a bit.

I know. And Miles puts up with a lot of fumbling from me now and then and I'm generally really lucky to have him. If you'd told me I'd be a mother one day I'd have laughed you out of the room. I never thought I'd have a kid - and I think that the fact that he's seven actually gives me a chance to do okay at this. A very old seven year old, sometimes. A very patient seven year old. (And the guys at the bureau are missing out. Sucks to be them. Ha.)

Naw. You just deserve to have nice things being said about you, s'all.

Alison

PS: Tell me about it. Heh! I should try and actually sleep in my room soon. Say hi to my roomie and all too. Eep.

To: [entirely forgiven]
From: [the best at what I do]

(Think Logan will come after me for breach of copyright?)

(It's been a shitty... unspecified time period. I worry. You know that. Amanda should be able to help some, if I can't. Can't have bruising getting in the way of snuggling now, can we?)

Gah. Hank's going to pitch a fit when he sees all these. Or not - I think he hooked the computers down here to NASA for extra memory space or something. Still, I hope Mick appreciates it - he needs something to focus on other than the mess in his head. Which is why I knocked him out tonight. He needed breathing space.

You know, the music business is the polar opposite to the Bureau. You tend to forget you're female at all - if anything, you downplay it, in order to be taken seriously in the boy's club. But yes, Issues are evil and sometimes require exorcism.

And you forgot the incredible part. Nothing to do with how you look, but what you _are_. An incredible, strong, brave, amusing and smart woman who just happens to look very nice in a little black dress. ;)

There's less fumbling than you thnk. And Miles is indeed a pretty special kid. It's amazing how well he's come through a hellish childhood, how much he's progressing _now_. Does the heart good to see it. Especially lately.

The guys at the Bureau know me as the eternal tomboy. Beer drinking, pool playing, she who always wears sensible shoes... Oh God, I sound like that Sandra Bullock character in "Miss Congeniality" Not that bad. But to hear me giggling and cooing over a friend's new boyfriend? Instant heart attacks. And lots of mocking.

First Scott, then Nathan, now you. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

Maddie.

PS: She might require ID before she lets you in at this rate. ;)

To: [gushing teenage girl]
From: [going very limp and lazy here]

(You'll have time to run, considering the furball is still in Canada. Head start and all.)

(Yeah. We're both worry warts. And it's only bruising, really, nothing more than that. The leathers dampen things a lot.)

Hank? Naw, he'll know it was me, no problem there, he's used to me taking up a lot of space one way or another, music wise. And good. Mick should get some rest and space and pretty much anything he wants.

Huh. Yeah, I can see where it'd be like that - the Good Ole Boys' Club thing. We've got variations on that in the music biz too. And then other clubs. Heh. ...no exorcisms! Sorry, reflex. Yana induced. ;)

I... have Issues with being told I'm incredible and all that stuff? But I'll take it like a woman and say thank you. *nods* Thank you.

I don't know - he seems happy though and he hasn't pulled the "what DO you think you're doing anyway?" look on me in a while now. It still baffles me how he can progress so fast, but I'm not complaining. We're still getting some pretty hair raising stories from him now and then, at the sessions with Samson. One day, I'm going to find the owner of that freak show. I hope someone's there to hold me back from doing something too permanent.

I'm not going to quote at you from that movie. For now. I'm too mellow. But it may come back to haunt you, yes. ;)

Ha! Betcha it doesn't stop with me! ;)

Alison

PS: Wah! Not funny! And she's been sneaking Alex in for ages, so there. Nyah!

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Emails to Kurt, Alison, Angelo, Jubilee

Subject: Juuust a second, need to move one away a bit...

Subject: Yep, definitely taunting.

Subject: No, really - that hand needed moving.

Subject: Hands! Hands in interesting new places!

Subject: I think I hurt something trying not to laugh out loud at that one...

Subject: I try my best.

Subject: It's a very impressive best.

Subject: Gah. Gushing. When did I turn into a teenage girl?

Subject: You're just missing the pink barettes and the glitter nail polish now... ;)