Second Time's The Charm

Summary:
January 17, 2015: Bobbi has a hangover. Hunter is there to rescue the damsel in distress. Old sparks ignite.

A Café in Maui
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A bar in Hawaii, and Hunter has settled in, a laptop in front of him, the very image of an IT man at work. Perhaps apart from the beer perhaps. He even gained a dreadful Hawaiian shirt, brightly coloured, covered in flowers. Clearly he has been making friends, a man slapping his hand as he leaves the table, and Lance returns to staring at the view whilst pretending to work.

*

Bobbi makes her way in. Normally this would be cause for all heads to turn her way, but today she is very, very low key, and very, very hung-over. There was an angry discussion with Clint last night, and threats to his girlfriend the day before, and that ended up in Mockingbird drinking a hell of a lot of fruity boozy drinks. She's in a pair of board shorts with a bikini top and a light linen tunic thrown over it all, with sandals. Sunglasses and a big floppy hat are trying to shade her eyes from all the nice sunny beauty, but her head is throbbing and she's moving achily. She heads straight for the bar, notably missing the presence of any threats, or ex-husbands, in the room.

*

The glance up takes her in and he turns, lifting a hand to attract the barman. "One big breakfast, with some toast and two coffees…." The order is half for her, and he waves a hand towards her. "Hey! Over here, baby." Apparently hitting on a woman in a bar to any outside viewpoint and he shoots her a broad grin, his eyes half sympathetic and half mocking.

*

The familiar voice and terminology stops Bobbi in her tracks. She turns her head slowly, wincing as she does so, and grunts a little. But this isn't avoidable so she crosses over to Hunter's table. She slides into the seat across from him, folds her arms on the table top, and rests her forehead on them. "Another drink might be better."

*

"Poor little thing." Almost sympathy and he types, not too quietly, "Heavy night?" There is sympathy there and he reaches into the laptop bag, pulling out some tablets and dropping them into a glass of water. "Drink." Fizzy make-feel-nice tables for hangovers.

*

Bobbi reaches a hand blindly for the glass, gripping it and sliding it towards herself before raising her head enough to sip it. "Ugh. Yeah. Ran into Clint at a pig roast. Words were exchanged. Then I made friends with a bottle of rum, or two."

*

"Ah." Understanding and he leans back as his breakfast arrives. "Eat the toast. Drink the coffee." Instructions from a graduate of the hangover school. "How'd that go then?" A question rather than an assumption and his gaze rests on her, watching her with some thoughtfulness.

*

"As well as expected. I gave him shit for messing with the emotions of a barely out of her teens kid who hero worships him and I, because she played nursemaid to him when I served him papers less than a year ago. Now she's hooked on him and trying to be me. Very Single White Female. Creepy, and so wrong in so many ways. Plus she's apparently yourconfidant to boot." Bobbi arches a brow at him and sits back, picking at a piece of toast listlessly. "Nothing like being replaced by a younger model."

*

Lance returns that look, his eyebrows rising as he begins to eat the large breakfast. "Touch of jealousy there, Bobbi." A mildly spoken comment and he shakes his head. "Kate is a nice girl, Bobbi, she admires you but no, she isn't trying to be you. He moved on, I guess." He picks up a piece of his toast and munches on it, talking through it, "You object to me talking to someone?"

*

"I object to you whining to my ex-husband's girlfriend about how you still have it bad for me. Think she didn't tell him? Think he didn't tell me? Don't be a pussy Lance. If you have something to say to me, say it to me. " There's Bobbi, direct as always.

*

He stops eating and leans his chair back, giving her a look that is more thoughtful. "If I had something to say I would. Actually I told her that I was over you and planned to sleep with the hulu girls … " The grin is brief and he returns to eating. "She thinks I'm lying for some reason."

*

"Well then, if you're over me, I don't have to give you a copy of my room key," Bobbi says with a smirk, before biting into her toast gingerly. "She must have misunderstood you, or Clint misunderstood her," she shrugs and sips some coffee.

*

"Bobbi, luv, …" The words come with a sigh and he glances away for a moment before he speaks, softly, "I'd have you in a moment if I thought we wouldn't drop into the same problems, same fights. Kate saw that, told me to tell you. Like you don't know…" He reaches for the coffee, "Can't live with you, can't stop fighting you."

*

"I'm tired of everyone deciding they're doomed before they begin. It's old. I'm not who I was when we were married, or who I was when I was married to Clint. I'd like to think neither of you are those people either. But I'm tired of playing games. If you want to be with me, get it together, make sure you're over your issues with my job, and tell me. Otherwise, well, go be you or something." Bobbi pushes back from the table, clearly intending to leave. She looks tired, and unhappy, which is ironic as she's finally on assignment somewhere tropical.

*

Lance gives her a look, his eyebrows rising for a moment and then he pushes the chair back, taking two strides to where she is turning away. One hand to her wrist and one hard yank brings her back to him and he kisses her. One serious snog, his free hand lifting to her cheek, to cup it, and he releases her wrist from the other, sliding his hand around her waist. A kiss that makes a clear statement. When he pulls back from it, he gives her a steady look, before speaking, "Clear enough for you, Bobbi?"

*

Bobbi is startled. She's so used to people not dealing with their issues, herself included, that the last thing she expected was for Hunter to actually do something. But the kiss is a long time coming, and that spark is still there. It never quite flickered out, despite all efforts to douse it over the years. She melts a little against him, her hands on his chest as if to push him away, but no pressure being employed. When he pulls back, she stares at him through somewhat bloodshot eyes. It looks for a minute like she might slap him, but then she begins to look teary eyed. No one gets to see her like this, ever, but this trip to Maui has been hell thinly disguised as paradise for her. "My job hasn't changed. I'm still going to have to pretend with other people, Lance," she whispers quietly.

*

He reaches for her again, offering a hug this time, and he murmurs in her ear, "Other people. I'm going to try and take you at your word, Bobbi. Be patient." The promise and the request is soft, and it shows the side of him she used to see, hidden from the one night stands, hidden from most friends. Just hugging her in the middle of a cafe, and then a gentle kiss on her hair. "Drink the coffee, Bobbi."

*

The hug is returned and for just a second it's like she's clinging to him, like he's a lifeline in the darkness that she's been plagued by. No one is quite sure where she was or what she was doing for most of the last year, but whatever it was left a mark on her. Bobbi nods a little, winces at the movment, then slumps back into the seat to drink the coffee. "I really need a bottle of aspirin." Never again, dear lord. You don't realize how much booze you've had when it's mixed with all the bountiful fruit of the tropics. "And if anyone offers to make you Monkey's Lunches, for the love of God, say no. They taste like candy, and hit like a mack truck."

*

He turns back, pulling his plate back to him, eating swiftly. "I never did like candy drinks…" The wry reply is soft and he finishes the plate rapidly, pushing it to the side. His coffee is next, the man studying her. "So, … I should cancel those dates I have lined up." He reaches for his phone, sending several rapid text messages. "Why not get some sleep, and I'll bring you …something."

*

Bobbi nods and sets the half empty coffee mug down. "Sleep might be good. Darkness. Quiet, Sleep." She sticks a hand in the pocket of her board shorts and pulls out a keycard, sliding it to him. "Room 117." With that, she gets up and makes her way, carefully, back out.


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