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[totallytrustworthy]

"Chloe here--

seriously, I'm not, though. And you should probably stop falling for that. Leave a message."


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[totallytrustworthy]

its the phurba fetish you ought to be wary of ;)

[cyphered]

Is that what you're doing over there?
Come on.
I thought you had *some* standards.

[totallytrustworthy]

and I thought harry was a bad judge of character

[cyphered]

[That one smarts a little, but not enough to delay response.]

He is.

[totallytrustworthy]

was

five minutes later

[cyphered]

[He's typed a few answers to this. He liked Harry and everything, up until the guy tried to kill him -- that makes this a little awkward.]

oh
sorry

[totallytrustworthy]

[Not half so much as it is for her, though she doesn't dwell on it-- doesn't want to when the next grenade might have her name on it.]

dont be

Id say I make for an excellent 2.0

[cyphered]

Better.
Does Lazarevic know?

[totallytrustworthy]

he should. hes the one that offed him

[Sort of. Set him up for the lack of options, anyway.]

[cyphered]

[He guessed that much. The confirmation leaves him a little resigned.]

Not that.
About you helping me.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Ah. This time the text comes late. ]

yeah. he knows

[cyphered]

shit

[totallytrustworthy]

understatement of the year that

no worries though I've got it under control now

ｖｏｉｃｅ (waaay backdated)

[sickbays]

You really got some nerve, you know that? [Good thing this isn't a face-to-face conversation, otherwise he'd be jabbing her with an angry finger right about now.]

Tripping a man in a goddamn hospital! [He huffs.] What the hell were you trying to do, take me to the ER with you?

[totallytrustworthy]

Nah, nothing so grim as all that, darling. Promise. [In the face of his (completely justified) fuss, Chloe couldn't possibly sound any more relaxed if she tried.] I'm just not much of a fan of all that medical equipment.

No hard feelings, yeah?

[sickbays]

Well, did you at least get the damn thing patched up? [Besides yelling at her, that's the main reason why he decided to contact her. Put his mind at ease a little.]

I only accept apologies if they're in the form of alcohol. [Otherwise why bother.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Well enough. [The scar's smooth these days; it's long since finished healing.] But I suppose I do owe you that much - tell me when you're free and I'll see if I about making amends.

[For someone else she'd never turn up. For someone else she probably wouldn't even go so far as to offer, but he was sincere when it came to wanting to help-- sincere enough not to let the matter lie even now. He deserves something for the trouble she's caused.]

[sickbays]

Will do, sweetheart. [Just don't be surprised if he keeps a closer eye on her than usual, especially if she gets too close to his ankles again.]

I don't know what your preferred poison is, but mine's bourbon. [Just so you know what to get him.]

[totallytrustworthy]

'Sweetheart'? Charming. [Not like you don't call everyone and their mother that, Chloe.]

Cross my heart, I'll bring a bottle with a bow and not a drop of poison. [Now doesn't that just put your mind at ease?]

[sickbays]

If you like, I can always call you Miss Frazer. [Because years of following Starfleet protocol will do that to you. But the Southern gentleman in him can never kick the "sweetheart" pet name to the curb. That's part of who he is.]

[He chuckle a bit at the poison comment.] I'll let you have the first sip just to be sure.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh god. Call me that and I'll feel older than I am already: pass. [But it's good-natured humor, punctuated by an easy laugh. Probably one of the few genuine things about her at this point.]

See, it's nice to know you're catching on. I'll make sure it's a long one. Keep your mind at ease and all that.

Text; late April 1st

[cyphered]

We've got a problem.
Big problem.

[totallytrustworthy]

again?

I told you not to leave the communicator by the toilet

[cyphered]

Hey, I'm talking to you, aren't I?
It's Charlie.

[totallytrustworthy]

[If it were possible for her stomach to sink any lower it'd likely go right through the floor. And it's why she repeats his message back to him. Just to be sure. ]

Charlie. here.

how much does he know