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( he doesn't want to think about being thanked. it makes him feel fucked, highlights the kind of person he could be if he got out of his own way. this whole night has been that — nathan when nathan is good [apart from the slutty virgin bit, but that was in another timeline, so it barely even counts]. )

You wanted that time travel movie. The shitty cowboy one. ( yes, film critic nathan prescott has a lot to say about back to the future iii. ) Watch it or don't. I don't care.

( he doesn't care enough to bring a movie to her side and watch it with her as they fall asleep. peak of indifference, this one.

he set the laptop further down the bed once the opening credits roll. )

[Ugh. She hates how much she wants to hold this boy's hand. Funny how she always thought skater boys were more her vibe, yet here she is getting moony over the entitled rich kid. The entitled rich kid who cares about her feelings, like her worry over her camera, and the things she casually mentions, like watching Back to the Future with him. She had said the whole trilogy, but honestly she's gonna fall asleep way too early into the movie as it is.

She doesn't say anything else, not trusting herself not to be overly sappy when she's this tired. He'd probably hate that. Still... she may fall asleep looking at him more than she's watching the movie. Sorry, Nathan.]

( even when she isn't saying anything, she manages to convey sappiness. she's like a maple tree. it's hard to stay grumpy and aloof when he's near a maple tree.

when it's clear that they're looking at each other more than the screen, he takes her hand. he ends up falling asleep half on the chair, half curled against her spongy hospital sheets, arm beneath his head, fingers still curled into hers.

apology not accepted. )

[She falls asleep with her heart so full, the betrayal of the night temporarily distant in her mind, and Nathan's warm hand in her own.

Max wakes the next morning to the appearance of a male nurse covered in tattoos, carefully checking the IV in the arm that she's not still using to cling to Nathan's hand.

"Looks like your IV slipped but I don't have any orders to give you a new one today so I was working in getting that off of you. Okay?"

It's not the nurse she had last night, that had been a tiny lady. She checks the guy's name tag. "Daniel." With his height and lankiness and tattoos, he's nothing like the Daniel she knows from school. But the familiar name makes her smile anyway.]

Awesomesauce.

[She might still be a little groggy.]

( when he opens his eyes, he sees max's face. he's fine with that, he decides, so he closes them again... until the male voice continues, and he realizes that's what woke him up — some dude. some dude talking to max. some dude he knows? his father telling max what a disgrace he is? frank telling max how much nathan owes him? [he can afford it, he just doesn't want to]. jefferson telling max all the horrible things he's done in the past year? in the past month??

he moves then, sits up, retracts away from max, into himself. and then, belatedly, he looks at the nurse.

he was right the first time. just some guy. some hot guy.

he could investigate why that bothers him, but that level of introspection feels painful. packing up and leaving is easier, which he begins to do. )

[While the nurse is working on her arm, Max notices Nathan silently packing his stuff up and is immediately fully awake and jolting upright, feeling slightly panicked. (And surprising her nurse, though he doesn't comment on it.) There's the fear that he's going to stop talking to her again, go back to ignoring her.

She opens her mouth to say something to him but the nurse interrupts her.]

"The doctor will be in shortly, and they'll probably bring some breakfast up for you too, but between you and me you might wanna just have your boyfriend grab you something from out."

[It's spoken with a bit of amusement and a nod to Nathan before he heads out the door. Max's face heats a little, and she turns to make sure Nathan isn't on his way out too.]

Do you have to go?

( nathan, ever defensive, chooses to interpret the nurse's words as antagonistic. he's being mocked. he should have that nurse fired. he could do it, too. he runs this goddamn town— )

What?

( sorry, he was too busy living in his king fantasies to hear her the first time. )

Yeah. I'm not gonna hang around a fucking hospital all day. You'll be fine.

[She makes an audible noise of disgust, a scoff, at his response. The hurt on her face is clear, if he even bothers to look at her.]

You're the one who got me to stay here and now you're abandoning me. Real cool, Nathan.

Why don't you ask your nurse to stay with you? ( you know, it sounds dumb even as it comes out of his mouth.

well, he's here now. in too deep. no way out but through. )

I bet you'd both love that.

Wh... what? Nathan, seriously? What the hell? I don't even know that guy. I fell asleep holding your hand. Is it really not obvious I'd rather be around you?

[She gets up out of bed, since she can now. Which is when she remembers she's in a damn hospital gown, so she quickly sits back down with a small noise of frustration.]

( is it obvious? he's not sure. max is making it pretty clear that she likes spending time in his company, no matter how chaotic that time ends up being, but nathan has his doubts. entirely unfounded, completely ludicrous, powered by years of distust, but doubts all the same.

he can't say as much, so he has to say something short-tempered and rude. what other choice does he have? )

I— ( max stands and sits with an unhappy flourish, and nathan remembers. ) —brought you clothes.

( yes, much better than saying 'i think you're full of it'.

he considers throwing the bag at her, but quickly thinks better of it. sets it on her bed and turns around. as if he's going to watch her get dressed. that'd be weird. )

If they're gonna let you go anyway, so you don't leave in the shit you got all bloody last night.

[Nathan's kind of a roller coaster, that much is clear. But then so is her life right now.

Curious, she takes the bag and goes through it for the clothes... Nathan's clothes. Nathan's underwear? Face reddening further, she glances up at Nathan with wide eyes but he's already looking away from her.

Jesus, this is... Kind of intimate. Had he meant it to be? Did he think of her wearing his clothes when he picked them out? It's not like they're his expensive everyday clothes (well to be fair, they're probably still expensive), just casual comfort items, but still...

She takes in a breath and shoots a glance to Nathan, and then the adjoining bathroom. She's afraid if she closes herself in there, he'll be gone when she comes out. So...

She changes right there, pulls on the boxers underneath her gown, then discards the gown to put on the shirt and pants. Braless, but whatever. Not like she's a D cup.

What does she say now? "You can look, I'm decent?" Maybe just...]

Thank you. Not really a huge fan of the hospital gowns...

( he'd considered the erotism of a hot chick wearing his clothing insofar as to ensure that his clothes were clean when he chose them. he's something of a neat freak, but everyone gets lazy at times.

it's only hitting him now, as he hears her undress and redress behind him, that he considers that this might be sexy. )

How can anyone? Who want to walk around with their ass hanging out?

( he turns then and regrets it because it's definitely sexy. a side effect of chivalry he hadn't considered.

he should be chivalrous more often. )

...You really want me to stay?

[The way he looks at her when he turns around is hitting her. The fact she's got his clothes against her bare skin was already hitting her. This is probably sexier than it has any right to be. It's also giving her a weird boost of confidence, there's a rush of playfulness and boldness that makes her want to respond "Yes, much nicer having my ass in my boyfriend's boxers."

She doesn't only because he's asking a question. So instead she takes his hand again, and kisses his cheek, and remains close as she answers.]

Yes... And not just because you're my ride. [That she says playfully.]

...All right, then I'll stay.

( the clothes help sway his opinion, as does their newfound proximity. did he ever want to leave? maybe he just wanted to be alone for a moment. more intrapersonal communication, fuck. he should schedule an appointment with his therapist for today.

he can't imagine telling his therapist that he managed to accidentally get himself a girlfriend. )

You don't make this easy, Max. ( pot, kettle. ) Did you go back and fix this too?

( because, again, he doubts he managed this one on his own. surely there's a reality where he decks a nurse, or tosses a heart monitor out of window at some slight inconvenience. if max keeps rewinding until he gets it right, does she really want him? or is he just the version of himself she's tailoring to her liking—?

it feels like he'll be the one getting a nosebleed soon, thinking about it all. he rests his forehead on her shoulder, which already feels better. )

[If it's true that he believes her now, she wonders if he thinks she rewinds more often than she does.

She's quiet for a moment, thinking, as she brings her free hand up to play with the small hairs at the base of his neck, what hasn't been slicked back... Though there's a part of her that kind of wants to mess his hair up on purpose. Getting back on track, though...]

I didn't. I did last night. That's why I blacked out. Nathan, do you want me to tell you what I've fixed? Last night you told me not to. You don't remember telling me that, but you did. So now I'm just... not sure. What it is you want.

[She's considered the ethical implications of her powers. She's just not always sure what to do about them, what the right thing is to do, what's best... She's also not above being selfish. Or feeling guilty for being that way. All of it is a lot, and sudden. She's trying to figure out how to handle all of it.]

But that's part of why I told you about my powers, you know? Because I have this... advantage, that I didn't ask for, and maybe I shouldn't ever use it, but...

[She shrugs, a little helpless movement that only slightly jostles Nathan's head on her shoulder.]

I wasn't given a handbook about all of this... time power shit.

( max is playing with his hair, and he holds onto her waist. it's almost as if they're not talking about breaking every law of physics known to man. time travel shouldn't be possible, but nathan's coming to believe they're past that. the immediate urge to balk is dying down. the less time he spends doubting her, the more time he can spend hearing her out. )

Last night. ( he straightens up, looks at her. ) You're saying... I fucked up. You went back in time. Now we're here, 'cause of me.

( cause and effect. butterfly effect. draw a line between his bad actions and max being loaded into an ambulance. whatever he'd done was bad enough for her land in the hospital. it's his fault. it's all him. he's always like this. in an instant, his mind fills with scribbles.

he's going to ruminate on this forever, probably, but he finds himself disagreeing with his future [past?] self. he wants to know. he needs to, he thinks. he can't self-flagellate with an incomplete whip. )

Max... tell me.

( and maybe, maybe he can apologize for it and begin to do right. — for both of their sakes. )

[He says "I fucked up" and instantly her expression betrays her hurt. That splinter. Still lodged there, from last night. Maybe telling him will help them both dislodge it so it can heal. So they can heal.]

Okay... We started kissing, last night... And I pulled you on top of me. And then... Victoria came and opened the door, and found us. I asked you if you wanted me to rewind, because she's your friend, it should be your choice what all she knows. But... But instead you...

[She takes in a shaky breath, and drops her hands to wrap both arms around herself, a self-soothing gesture.]

You told her you took bets... With someone, I don't know, Zach or Logan maybe. And you said I was [Her voice breaks.] "slutty for a virgin," but that you got me first. And Victoria laughed, took a picture to post and I just... I panicked, I rewound fast and it was too much... My powers are harder to use when I'm high or drunk... I...

[She puts a hand over her mouth. Is it stupid? To be this hurt over all of this? Fighting back tears?]

( at least, he thinks, it wasn't that bad. that's how he knows they're not good for each other. at least he hadn't harmed her. at least he hadn't drugged her. at least he hadn't killed someone (again).

it lends credence to her powers, the fact that all of this is something he knows he'd do. he knows it because he'd thought about it before, back when he's decided that isolation was better than looking max in the eye. he'd thought about contingency plans, what he'd say if this ever came to light. if max outted them, he'd call her crazy. he'd say she's obsessed. he'd say it was all a dare.

if victoria surprised them, he can easily see himself falling back on such an easy failsafe. not remembering it is what makes his head hurt. max sounds so certain, but nothing of the sort ever happened last night. he hadn't even gotten around to kissing her before fainted in the parking lot. )

Guess we both panicked. ( never mind that cool, emotionally stable guys don't panic. he hugs her, which feels like an out of body experience. as much as he wants to tell her to just get over it, he's getting tired of making max cry. ) ...Sorry.

[She eases into his hug, arms wrapped around his back, tucking her face into the curve of his neck. She manages to fight back the tears, at least.]

I just don't know how this is going to work if I'm always afraid that's going to happen again. And it's-- I don't really care if you tell Victoria or whoever that it was all a dare. I can always say the same.

[It's not like Nathan's well-liked by people outside the Vortex Club. To say Max was dared to do something with the crazy, entitled king of the school just for kicks isn't entirely off-base. They can all laugh that he was desperate enough to sleep with someone he hated, someone so below his social standing. (Max isn't sure she could actually laugh at it. But if she was forced to lie about it, she could probably do that much.)]

But Nathan, I need to know you're not going to throw my virginity into it. That's too much.

[It's more that than anything else. Because he was her first. And as much as she says she doesn't believe in the whole virginity thing, it was still an act of intimacy, and thus vulnerability. And to have it thrown in her face that she didn't wait to do that with someone she could actually trust with those things... That stings. It stings the most because him using it against her makes it true.]

Jesus, Max, I already said I was sorry.

( he said sorry, and she's still upset? what's the point in saying things if nothing changes? )

I didn't do any of that shit. ( there's his old friend, anger. unlike most times, it feels at least somewhat justified now. the story sounds like him, sure... but it isn't him. he barely saw victoria last night. he never kissed her.

he leans away. ) How are you gonna be pissed at me for something I didn't fucking do?

I'm not... [Is she mad at him? Not exactly... But, it probably does sound that way. It's really more fear than anger. She sighs softly, and kisses his cheek to help convey that she's not upset with him for something that he hasn't done. (And to be fair, he did need to remind her of that. She's living in realities that haven't happened. That's hard to keep straight sometimes.)]

I'm sorry. I just don't know what you are going to do, if any of your friends find out about us. And that's what's scaring me. That I don't know. I think we just... We need to talk about plans, okay?

[Especially since she's still planning on telling Chloe about all of this. And she does need to make Nathan aware of that.]

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( he's sorry. she's sorry. everything's cool. he's cool. it's all good. )

...What we need to do is get out of this fucking hospital. Where's your damn doctor? Can we leave or what?

( they're enough of a couple for nathan not to care about anyone who isn't her, at least not in a romantic way. hell, he'd gotten jealous over a nurse just that morning. if they're going to be an 'us,' it'd be stupid to try and hide it. )

If anyone asks, I'll tell them the truth. And if they have a problem with it... they won't.

Okay.

[And she's smiling at him again, she's about to give him a real kiss when the doctor does finally come in, a tall lady who looks slightly surprised that they're both up. And that Max is in guy clothes just ever so slightly too big for her.]

"Good morning. Alright, Ms. Caulfield. There wasn't anything too abnormal on your last blood test. Some of these numbers may indicate higher stress and activity level. Not enough sleep, perhaps? I can give you a note for your teachers if you want to take it a little easier next week. I would advise more rest."

[She spares a small glance to Nathan, but agrees, because she's not above getting out of some of those classes for a few days. Especially right now with everything else going on.]

"Alright, I'll get your discharge papers signed and they'll have the note for you at the front desk. Do you have any other questions?"

[She seems to address this last question to both of them, and there's something about Nathan being consulted on her health that makes her stomach sort of fluttery. Like it's... casually intimate, mildly domestic? Something like that. She shakes her head but glances at Nathan to see if he has anything he wants to ask, showing him that she doesn't mind if he does.]

( it's nice hearing that everything is normal. as up-and-down as the start to their relationship [???] has been, nathan doesn't want her to be hurt. from the sounds of it, the doctors haven't picked up any connect between her health and her time travel abilities. part of him wishes they did, just so there'd be concrete evidence beyond stories and magic tricks.

when he notices that they're both looking at him expectantly, he nearly curses. fuck, why would he have any questions? he's not the one passing out on the street? or— does this doctor thinks he's responsible somehow? no, that doesn't feel right. he's just on edge. no one is out to get him.

in the end, he shrugs, avoids eye contact as the doctor wraps things up and says her goodbyes. this kind of normalcy is out of his element, but he doesn't hate it. he liked being able to be there for someone, even if it meant just standing silently at someone's side. )

You, uh, ready?

( because he's so ready to bounce. he needs to get back to what he knows. )

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