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wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2009-05-11 10:13 pm
wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2009-05-11 10:13 pm
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The house is quiet and empty when he comes back through the closet in his room. Closing the door behind him he crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed.
He takes in a couple of deep breaths and then sighs.
"Dammit, Katherine."
He hates this feeling, this helpless failure that's twisting his guts. Already he's turning the situation over and over in his mind and searching for a solution, knowing there probably isn't one.
Then there's her words as they were getting to the end of it. The ones he denied flat out with her but are now stuck in the back of his mind like a quill, worrying through into his thoughts.
Reckon that all depends on when he's done havin' fun with your girlfriend
He knows there's no truth in it, that he has nothing to worry about. He trusts both of them and Kate would never...
His eyes go to the phone on the dresser. She hasn't called yet with where they're staying tonight and he's thinking more about the call she made yesterday.
The way she and Doc were laughing, how thick their voices sounded with how much they'd had to drink; he can picture them in a bar together and--
"Dammit."
He has her cell phone number but he isn't going to call.
He trusts her and whatever Katherine said was just because of everything she's going through.
Leaving the phone where it's at he gets up and leaves the bedroom.
He ends up in the kitchen with coffee and the same damn puzzle he's been messing around with for weeks now. Building it up and breaking it down countless times, he hasn't finished it once.
As he spreads the pieces out on the table he starts going over what he knows about Katherine and her situation, still looking for that solution.
If Kate calls tonight he's not going to mention it, not until they're back. Telling them now will only ruin the trip that he's sure both of them needs.
Both of them.
Shaking his head he focuses harder on the puzzle, sorting pieces and building the shattered picture long into the early hours of the morning.
The house is quiet and empty when he comes back through the closet in his room. Closing the door behind him he crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed.
He takes in a couple of deep breaths and then sighs.
"Dammit, Katherine."
He hates this feeling, this helpless failure that's twisting his guts. Already he's turning the situation over and over in his mind and searching for a solution, knowing there probably isn't one.
Then there's her words as they were getting to the end of it. The ones he denied flat out with her but are now stuck in the back of his mind like a quill, worrying through into his thoughts.
Reckon that all depends on when he's done havin' fun with your girlfriend
He knows there's no truth in it, that he has nothing to worry about. He trusts both of them and Kate would never...
His eyes go to the phone on the dresser. She hasn't called yet with where they're staying tonight and he's thinking more about the call she made yesterday.
The way she and Doc were laughing, how thick their voices sounded with how much they'd had to drink; he can picture them in a bar together and--
"Dammit."
He has her cell phone number but he isn't going to call.
He trusts her and whatever Katherine said was just because of everything she's going through.
Leaving the phone where it's at he gets up and leaves the bedroom.
He ends up in the kitchen with coffee and the same damn puzzle he's been messing around with for weeks now. Building it up and breaking it down countless times, he hasn't finished it once.
As he spreads the pieces out on the table he starts going over what he knows about Katherine and her situation, still looking for that solution.
If Kate calls tonight he's not going to mention it, not until they're back. Telling them now will only ruin the trip that he's sure both of them needs.
Both of them.
Shaking his head he focuses harder on the puzzle, sorting pieces and building the shattered picture long into the early hours of the morning.