Emails to Moira and Nathan

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From: [David Haller]
To: [Moira MacTaggert]
Subject:

I'm sorry I've been a little weird lately -- it was a combination of transition-stress and variously being an idiot on my part. I think I'm okay now, though. If you have time I'd like it if I could see you and Rachel sometime this weekend. I miss talking to you.

I'm also sorry Nathan had to catch David Haller's Issues, the Live Show. I take full responsibility for sending your husband back to you at two in the morning reeking of Mexican hot chocolate. Although not for the bits of pulverized tree stuck in his clothing. That was all him.

Um . . . I told him he could use Jim with me. I think I've gone more than usually insane. If he asks, please just tell him it's part of my condition and leave it at that? Charles keeps trying to convince me it's fine, but this can't be healthy . . .

Oh, hell. This is stupid. Do you have anything stronger than asprin? I'm giving myself a headache.




From: [David Haller]
To: [Nathan Dayspring]
Subject:


Thanks for the talk. And the hot chocolate afterwards. I think I needed both.

Again, I'm sorry I leaked Crazy all over you. I haven't had to be institutionalized for years now, I swear . . .

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To: [Jim]
From: [Nathan]
Subject: trust me, not a problem

Either the talk or the hot chocolate, or the leaking of crazy. I leak crazy myself. I know that sometimes crazy just happens.

I'm also not making a whole lot of sense, but it's been a hell of a day.

N.

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To: [Nathan]
From: [Jim]
Subject: Rough day?

What happened? Don't tell me Moira confirmed your fears and went for the decapitation option . . .

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To: [Jim]
From: [Nathan]
Subject: Just your average Friday.

Got up, changed diapers, intimidated people in Thailand over email, rescued one of the kids, killed a parking garage.

N.

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To: [Nathan]
From: [Jim]
Subject: Well, I feel better about myself . . .


. . . because your day makes my life seem practically sane by comparison. I think I've done four out of five things on that list at some point or other, but rarely at the same time. (I have to exclude intimidation. I'm not exactly intimidating. --Not intentionally, at any rate. And certainly not in the Far East.)

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To: [Jim]
From: [Nathan]
Subject: Oh good.

One of us ought to be. Wait, no, that's Angst speaking. Angst can go away now. It's been a long day and Angst can come back in the morning.

And I hasten to point out that I didn't kill the parking garage by myself. I would have been perfectly happy to leave it standing in all its concretely splendor, but noooo.

N.

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To: [Nathan]
From: [Jim]


So you were provoked into destroying the parking garage, is that what you're saying? Well, I guess you can try that defense, but it didn't work for me when I set the lawn on fire. Or the professor's desk, for that matter.

And yes, neither of us needs a reprise of the Angst. I'm already seeing Charles tomorrow, and he'd know. (He always knows. To the point of brewing a special tea. I think it's technically something Indian, but it's been almost ten years now and at this point I only know it as the Extended Session Blend.)

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To: [Jim]
From: [Nathan]
Subject: No, it was the gravity manipulator's fault.

Things fell down and went boom. And actually, the big overly obvious fiery bird came in really handy. I guess now I've got to actually confess and tell Moira about it. Especially since you apparently ratted me out about the tree-bits.

Is he breaking out the Darjeeling? Uh-oh.

N.

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To: [The Soon-To-Be Deceased]
From: [Helpless Bystander]
Subject: You haven't told her yet?

Oh, God. It's been a while, but something tells me marriage and an adorably tyrannical daughter hasn't changed her reaction to blowing up property/yourself. How long has it been since you killed the parking garage? I worked out once that the Look visibly intensifies with every hour you put off telling . . . I think I was 15. I'm surprised it didn't stunt my growth. (Too bad about the mutant genes . . .)

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To: [funny man]
From: [not necessarily deceased]
Subject: No, I haven't.

Not about the parking garage, and not about the big fiery bird. I was hoping to keep the latter as a secret, actually, until I mastered the whole landing thing. The former... well, so long as I'm walking around under my own power and relatively intact after missions, she tends not to push for details. Too glad that I'm not in the infirmary.

And oh, yes, I know the Look. There are definite disadvantages to being married to the person who designs your powers training.

N.

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To: [If you say so]
From: [Not hazarding optimism]
Subject: I guess there's always hope

Frankly, I'm beginning to understand why she doesn't bother herself with the details. Moira's under enough stress as it is.

--and I wish you hadn't put it that way. I truly did not need the mental image of Charles in a classically tasteful wedding gown. (With a delicate lace floral print on the veil . . . argh, no, there's no way I'm going to be able to keep that out of my brain tomorrow . . .)

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To: [very, very bizarre man]
From: [off to wash out my brain
Subject: ...

How did how I put it lead to THAT mental image? I think there's some unjust blame going on here...

And Moira's used to me being accident-prone. Someday I'll tell you the story of the ballistic coatrack.

N.

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To: [The falsely innocent]
From: [This was not my fault]
Subject: 'Married to the person who designs your powers training'?


As for the coatrack . . . I would make fun, but I once broke my own arm with part of a chair.

Not "on" the chair. With it.

Our lives are not like other people's.