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22 August 2008 @ 02:44 pm

OOM: Edward needs to learn how to have fun.

"I think we'll start with Dagobah," Jenny told him as she walked towards the cockpit of her small shuttle. "According to my computer, it's a small swamp planet discovered a thousand years ago by a sect of Jedi who had broken away from the Second Great and Bountiful Human Empire after a deceleration decreeing all religions founded upon fictional works were null and void. There's not much there now. It's been abandoned... um, well, for a while."

She stopped by her chair, turning around to make sure that Edward had indeed followed her from Milliways.

Her shuttle wasn't much, Jenny knew, but she considered it her life. It was the only home she had (unless you counted the room in Milliways) and her only means of actually doing anything. Well, anything remotely interesting. Random knickknacks from various planets were scattered about the room, mostly concentrated away from the cockpit and in the back of the shuttle. A couple of photographs of herself and Bart were taped on to various walls. Her prized piece of psychic paper was lying underneath a stack of books.

It felt more like a home now than when she commandeered it from Messaline.

"Well?" Jenny slid into the pilot's seat and looked at him. "Whatcha think, Edward?"

Tags: edward cullen, milliways, oom

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 23rd, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)

Clearly he agreed, if his choice of path was any sort of indication. The brown and green and purple of the trees blurred past her. She could sense the incline of a hill, vaguely hear some odd creature crying out as they ran by.

There was so much to take in, she had simply forgotten to breathe. Not that Jenny noticed. She could hold her breath for an awfully long time if it came down to it.

And, right now, there were other more important things to focus on. Wishing she could actually process everything she was seeing fast enough. Feeling incredibly amazed and jealous over this gift Edward and Bart seemed to share.

If it was up to Jenny, she could run like this forever.

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themidnightson on August 23rd, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)

Her thoughts and her ability to breathe differently than human caught up at different points, like they were on intersecting lines.

Edward could push himself harder and harder into that wind, never losing his fear for her safety but, allowing himself to take delight in a world where he didn't suddenly have to stop because metropolises, megalopolises, roads or trains sprang up. It was an endless expanse.

Maybe Degobah wasn't a horrible first stop after all.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 23rd, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)

It was turning out to be quite fun, actually! And to think she had actually wasted time worrying over possible disappointment. Disappointed individuals didn't run like this.

She would have to bring Bart here sometime. Or find an equally deserted planet. He'd love to run without barriers, she was certain. And then they could try...

Oh, now that was an idea.

The fall by the Umbeka pool side flashed through her head and Jenny remembered the pain tumbling on to the ground at superspeed felt like. It had hurt, but hadn't hurt nearly as much as the bullet had. Maybe if she had a bit more control, she could land. Maybe...

Without warning, Jenny moved her feet on to Edward's back, repositioned her hands, and pushed herself off of him and into a back flip.

One that wasn't landed nearly as well as she had hoped.

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themidnightson on August 23rd, 2008 11:58 pm (UTC)

Edward felt it the moment her feet shifted, and he was twisting around, swearing recriminations loudly in his head as he watched her spring outward in midair and flip at the same time. There was still no fear in her.

But her trajectory was wrong. She'd started out moving at his speed but her body wasn't meant to go that speed and it was slowing even as momentum was still in her figure.

He ran forward with pause, astonished as she curled inward ready to take a hit from the ground on the wrong parts, more like the soldier she mentioned earlier than the gymnastic display of hardly seconds earlier.

He grabbed for her, sliding half under so that he had her shoulders jerked to him even if her feet still hit the ground. He wondered if that was worse than the impact of granite his body would feel like.

He didn't care if her bones hadn't broken. The words came out as a snarl from the blackest expression. "Are you insane?"

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 12:22 am (UTC)

Jenny pushed her palm against Edward's chest to arrange herself into a sitting position. She rubbed at her knees and her elbows, joints having absorbed the most of the impact. But she made no move to slide off of him. The grass was muck-filled and if she weighed nothing while being carried, she wouldn't weigh anything while sitting on top of him.

Well, until she got back up on her feet.

"Okay, so going to have to work on that," she muttered to herself, ignoring the snarl and question. "If I adjust my momentum, and maybe angle my body better..."

Oh, wait. Did he say something a moment ago? Jenny blinked and looked at him, finally taking in his anger. "So you do care!"

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Edward Cullen: [Person] Bella - In Her Space

themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 12:30 am (UTC)

Edward rolled his eyes, jaw held tight, as he sat up, causing her to shift down into his lap. He was looking her over, without touching or moving her, angrily. Two medical degrees served him well enough with his other senses.

"Because, of course, my other plan would be to put you on an uninhabited planet so you could succeed in killing yourself near me."

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)

"If I died, you'd just have to wait around for a bit," Jenny answered, now glaring back.

She hadn't mind dying. And most of the time, she didn't mind talking about it. But his inference that she would be so dumb as to try to kill herself was just daft.

"It's how I survived before," she continued, flexing a wrist. "I regenerate. I have eleven regenerations left and I'm going to live for centuries and centuries and it's going to be absolutely no fun if I don't get to take chances."

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Edward Cullen: I'm not a Big Fan of Bella's plans

themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 12:55 am (UTC)

She was an insane two month old.

She got to be mortal and have twelve lives and she was doing her best to figure out to kill herself during them? Didn't she realize some people would have withstood the worst torture of time to have that?

He stood up slowly, bringing her with him, and setting her back on her feet. His expression had not relaxed. "Which means you are going to do things like that often?"

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)

Jenny winced as her weight settled on to her legs and feet. They ached slightly from her fall, but nothing she could not live with. Still, Jenny kept a hand firmly on his arm.

It helped with the balance. Really. That was what it was.

"It was worth a try," she protested. "And Jay can't support my weight as well as you do and does this mean we're friends now? If you get this worried over me?"

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 01:07 am (UTC)

"It means I don't want to be the impetus of your demise." Beat. "Even if it is only for a few hours." He sound annoyed, horrified, and envious.

Edward sighed and looked down at her hold on his arm, catching the way she stood and how she favored which foot. "If I carry you back to the shuttle, will you try not to jump out of my arms?"

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)

"It's not a big deal," she answered softly, looking away towards the horizon. "Death, that is. It's kind of like going to sleep. Until you wake up and then..."

Then it was just strange because you discovered you've been abandoned by your father. He said you would be amazing, he promised to take you traveling with him. But he didn't even wait around for your funeral.

Jenny didn't know where these thoughts came from. They were always there, of course. But they weren't ones she liked to think of much. Because maybe in the end, her dad couldn't stand having a soldier for a daughter. Even if her Not-Dad seemed to act otherwise, she knew it was easy enough to lie.

"I promise," she answered, meaning it. "But we're still going to Astroland. I'm going to make sure you have fun on this trip, Edward."

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 01:15 am (UTC)

He had been, Edward thought ruefully as he swept her up into his arms. He had let himself have fun and then she had to go and be...well, herself, and remind him how dangerous it was to let himself go.

Pick her up was an act of nothing to him. She was a light and breakable as everything else he could touch in a day. Her thoughts didn't help him. He remembered death differently and he would never sleep again.

He sighed again, above her blonde head, circling his arms around Jenny like hard stone so she couldn't move from them if she tried, and took off through the forest at the fastest he could retracing his steps without thinking about it.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)

It felt comfortable in his arms. Maybe he was a bit too cold to the touch, but in some ways, Jenny did prefer it over warm human bodies. She felt safe and didn't even protest at the fact she couldn't move, even in using the best of her strength (which was above average on most days).

She had heard about siblings, the fond note Medusa tended to use when talking about her sisters. If she had any of her own, they were long dead. Dad was the last of their kind until she came along.

Maybe Edward could be the brother she never had if he didn't want to be her friend. That could be nice. She wouldn't mind having a sibling.

Jenny didn't even pay attention to the passing scenery. Unless her jump simply ruined everything between them. She hoped not. For whatever the reason, she was growing rather fond of him.

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)

Her thoughts were the filter his recrimination and guilt ran through, which led into processes of brown eyes and other moments of sharp anger, and dark shame, he'd given into recently. They were both fragile and unpredictable, even being able to hear Jenny, she was unpredictable.

It seemed to be shorter that way, both them stuck in their thoughts, hardly watching their surroundings. He didn't need to. Even running this fast he could see everything forever before it approached, adjusting nuances so he never had the mark to even chance a collision.

And the the shuttle appeared and he stopped running about ten feet from it, letting his feet rock forward so the momentum would slam her into his arms. Very gently, thinking about silk over glass for her entire body, he lowered her feet to the ground.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 01:40 am (UTC)

The run back went far too quickly for Jenny's tastes. When he let her down, she still didn't move far away. It would be an easy walk back to the shuttle and as long as she didn't think of it, hopefully the hatch wouldn't send them back to Milliways.

She didn't feel ready to go back yet.

Instead, Jenny stood there (still holding on to his wrist) and stared up at him. There was a look of vulnerability in her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "For ruining everything like that."

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Edward Cullen: Claire de Lune lover and piano player

themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 01:45 am (UTC)

Edward looked down at her grasp of his wrist and then to her face, expression turned quietly rueful. It wasn't as though she forced him, either into her shuttle or to run. He slipped his wrist from her grasp, but slid the arm awkwardly (to him; even as he knew it would look smooth and graceful from the outside) around her and helped her toward to the shuttle doors.

"I am unaccustomed to people," he sighed, tired of it being the constant noise he made. "To people who are not my family members in close quarters. This is very different. You see things differently."

She was very different, yet still breakable.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 01:51 am (UTC)

Jenny nodded, watching her step as she listened to him just as carefully. If she was surprised at the way he was actually opening up to her, she didn't show it. She smiled a little and glanced up at him as they walked slowly (even by her standards).

"Your family members are like you, aren't they? Strong, fast, practically invincible?"

The perfect soldiers, she couldn't help but think with a touch of jealousy.

"I can... I think I can understand how you'd be unaccustomed to being around people who aren't. But what do you mean by that?" And now the insecurity returned. "That I see things differently? What does that have to do with any of it?"

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 01:57 am (UTC)

"They are."

Close quarters was touching, was sharing that part of him that didn't spend half a day pretending to be human and weak and fallible as every Tyler or Mike or Eric. Not that they didn't shine above all of them already.

He'd given more of that in the last few hours than the last decades.

"The way you act, as though you should throw yourself at everything, justifying it on having so many more chances," Edward said, once he settled her into a seat inside.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 02:07 am (UTC)

When the door didn't lead back to Milliways, Jenny let herself breathe a small sigh of relief. She was finally learning something more about him. Selfishly, she didn't want to give that up.

As promised, Jenny took a seat in the chair Edward was sitting on earlier, letting him take the pilot's seat.

"I'm going to live forever, Edward."

Or close to forever. She had already traveled enough these past two months to hear rumours of the Lonely God and the Oncoming Storm, the last of the Time Lords. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that could be her someday.

It was daunting.

"How else ought I act? Especially when my lifespan really was only supposed to be those few hours I originally had. Does it bother you?"

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)

Edward settled into the pilot seat, not yet touching the controls. His face turned, cocking, as he glanced out the window before her listening to her child-like anger and naivety.

"People in their daily lives do." Edward said, knowing those weren't the right word, even as they spilled out. "Y--They are like tissue wrapped around thin china already to us."

He raised his hands, calling back the memory of what she did, following her gaze and thoughts of making sure he was doing it right. It was cheating, but he'd gotten over that almost a century ago.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 02:25 am (UTC)

Jenny shrugged. She'd show him the controls in a moment. Right now, this conversation wasn't over. Not until he understood how pointless an existence he'd have if he only lived it with his family.

Dad had gotten one thing right in travelling with companions rather than alone.

"I think... I think if you keep thinking like that, you'd be missing a lot, Edward. It would be like me not making friends with people just cause... cause they won't live as long as I will. It's stupid. Especially if these people know the risks. Like I do."

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)

Edward started the shuttle in a series of quick movements of his hands, while the main part of his body hadn't seemed to move. There was irony in continually being the lectured focus of a two month old who might happen to live long enough to understand half of what he never said.

He tried not to smile, but it might have failed. The craft hover upward, as he did the reverse of her last bit of flying.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 02:51 am (UTC)

"I wouldn't ever blame you if you hurt me," she continued softly. "Not ever, Edward. Since it's my choice to be around you. And that's cause I like you and I like being around you. You kind of like that older brother I'll never have. I think. Are all older brothers as annoying as you?"

Jenny watched his hands cautiously as she spoke, bursting with pride as he followed her steps correctly and without reminder. He was good, really good. Again she felt that twinge of jealousy over his skills. Her inheritance was one thing. What Edward could do was something else entirely.

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themidnightson on August 24th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)

He almost laughed, closing his eyes for a moment. In the space of hours, without agreeing he was even her friend, she had shifted to brother. In the center of a discussion on why he felt her mortality and immortality different.

"Mine is." It was sharply said, but with a smile. He loved and was loyal to Emmett. He'd been the one to understand so completely why he had to run from Bella.

He didn't mind the appraise for showing off, but it always hardly skimmed the surface. He spent too much time everyday knowing everything he was asked. But it was nice to be learning something new.

Something fast and shiny and new.

There was a look that said where to mixed in it all.

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bitunlikely.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2008 03:08 am (UTC)

Coming from a world where you died only hours after you were born, you learned to move fast. Every moment was precious. Every relationship important. She couldn't help it.

Like Teja and like Medusa and like Eirene, she had fallen in love with Edward in a matter of meetings. It wasn't the same sort of love she felt towards Bart Allen; no, that was something unique and precious and still only considered possible due to a deep fear of what it might mean. But it was there. That comfortableness and happiness and kinship and desire to adopt Edward into a makeshift family.

Grinning at him happily for a second more, Jenny quickly dialed in coordinates on the computer. "She'll do most of the navigational work, but you have to guide her. First step is getting away from Dagobah. Think you can do that, Edward?"