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jacquesmarshall:

Are ya tryin’ ta challenge me? Those might be some dangerous words.

[ he paused once again at her stuttering, soon realising what might have accidentally been happening. ] Don’t you worry, I think I get it. [ he assumed that saying much more would make this situation uncomfortable, so he dropped it, in hopes she’d get the idea. ]

You don’t find that place too - country? [ he laughs. ] Well, I’d recon that’s an ace-high idea. It’d give us a nicer chance to catch up too, huh? [ Of course, he meant catch up on the past few days where they’d both been too busy to chat. But for Lana there would be years and years of catch up. ]

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You mustn’t underestimate me, Neil Marshall.

Lana smiles again, a bit wider than before. Neil was one of those people who could always make her laugh, no matter how difficult or long a day she’d been working. In all the years since the SL-9 Incident, Lana had never truly allowed herself to mourn, and she finds that she misses the young prosecutor even more than ever.

No, I don’t mind that place so much. I’ve been there too many times to count with you, Jake and Gant, so I suppose I’ve gotten over the novelty factor if it by now. 

(But that was before…)

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

"Lana, I’m sorry, I didn’t think of it that way." He sighed, hating to hear her break down like this. He knew what she was getting at but he had never wanted Ema to have taken his brother’s place, the guilt would have been twice as bad and possibly ten fold for Neil as well.
"Lana, I’m thankful every day it wasn’t Ema we had found in that office that night. I don’t wanna even think on it." He sighed.

He had gone silent, rubbing at his stubble, but the moment she started apologizing he was stunned. “Lana, I…. I’m sorry too… I know I wasn’t exactly a rhinestone cowboy in those years. Ya were goin’ through a lot yerself and I just didn’t know.” He sighed, not sure how else to respond. 

You have nothing to apologize for, Jake. My sins are mine to bear; I chose to keep my silence.

(That isn’t exactly true, but I did what I had to do to keep Ema safe.)

I apologize. My being upset isn’t making things any easier for you. Perhaps we could meet in person to discuss this, if it would make you more comfortable? I’m afraid I am not as helpful as I could be to you like this.

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jacquesmarshall:

I don’t haveta if you don’t make me. [ he now pointed at her, with his hand looking more like a finger gun then anything. it was just a small joking motion, really ] Don’t make me go all mother hen on you, it won’t be a pretty sight, just ask Jake. [ he laughed. ]

[ he was taken back at the offer, he assumed that someone like lana would be too professional for something like that. not that he had any mind to decline the offer. he removed his hat, motioning for her to lead the way if she so desired. ]

Got a place in mind?

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I’d like to see you try, Prosecutor Marshall.

She offers him a wry smile, but his reaction to her offer is one she hadn’t expected. Was she accidentally flirting with him?

Oh, er, I-I was suggesting that we just…casually…

Lana Skye might be one of the most competent and fierce women in Los Angeles, but she’s also among the most socially awkward.

Ahem. You and Jake both like the pasta place nearby, right? The “spaghetti western,” I remember. Would you like to go there?

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

He opened his mouth to mouth out his frustration some more when Lana’s sob caught him off guard, reminding him that he wasn’t the only one in this. Neil and her had always been close  and he could only imagine what was going on in her head right now. He had lost a brother, but she had also lost a good friend too.

"Don’t worry ‘bout it, I know this must be hard on ya too." He told her, reeling in his emotions to keep calm for her and to try and sooth her. "This is hard on ya too I imagine, I’m sorry."

It’s not…j-just that. I…I could have lost Ema back then, and I never l-let myself…you’ve had so much heartbreak and pain over the years, Jake, and I feel so selfish because my sister is alive and she loves me, and yours is…

Lana can’t stop the tears. She feels completely helpless, and quite selfish for crying, too. Ema was alive and well, and Neil lay in his grave with Jake to mourn quietly in the shadows, completely alone. 

I’ve been so selfish, Jake. I shut you out all those years ago when you needed me, and I can’t even give you so much as a comforting word without hurting you even more deeply!

…I’m sorry. This isn’t like me at all.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

"I’m as cool as any man on the back of a bull at a rodeo, but I just don’t know what I’m even dealin’ with here." He sighed, wondering if this would have been easier to swallow if he had just asked to meet up with her.

"So ya honestly think I should tell him everything? Show him how much of a appointment I’ve become? An alcoholic who lost everything because I couldn’t get over his death? Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be so proud…" against his normal behavior his sarcasm was thick, to the point it didn’t even sound right coming from him.

Jake, you were the most important person in the world to Neil. I’m sure that he’ll understand, and I am more than sure that he’ll want to be there for you. That’s what siblings do…

Lana’s voice cracks with a quiet sob. She stops dead, horrified that she’d let herself get this upset, and even more so that she’d done it while a suffering Jake was listening.

I-I’m sorry. I just don’t know what came over me.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

"Channeled? Some sorta Indian spirit magic?" He questioned, he had to shake his head though as he knew that was just straying from a point.

He tugged off his hat and tossed it aside as ran his fingers through his hair. Despite what he had hoped he was not finding comfort in Lana’s words as quickly as he had originally hoped he would. 
"So you think I should just act like nothin’ has happened? Just act like he’s never been gone and bite my tongue about all the things that have happened?" He sighed, feeling his stomach flip flopping at the very idea. He hadn’t always been the best at keeping his mouth shut after all, his tongue flew wilder then a lasso.

"How am I suppose to do that? I ain’t the man I use to be, I’m older, I’m more more jaded…. Hell, Lana! I ain’t the man he would remember, I’ve sold so many of my old ideals and had to hang up my sheriff badge."

It’s not important.

She knew that mentioning the Fey technique had been a bad idea. Lana puts a tired hand to her forehead and closes her eyes. What can she say that won’t hurt his feelings by accident? Jake Marshall was important to her, and she didn’t want to lose him. Not again.

(I’m not getting through to him…damn it.)

I’m sorry. Please, calm down, Jake—you’ll make yourself ill. I’m not saying that you should be dishonest with him, as I was. You’ll be hurting both Neil and yourself if you do that. He’s your brother, and I’m sure…

Lana thinks back to what had happened between her and Ema after SL-9, and without realizing it, tears begin to trail down her cheeks.

…I’m sure he will still love you despite all you’ve been through, or how you’ve changed.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

"I’m fine„" he repeated even though he was still sounding strained. "As fine as a man can be after seein’ the dead."

He paused as he sat down to keep from pacing again. “How is someone suppose at act in this situation?”

I’m afraid I’m not certain, myself. The one time I saw the ghost of someone I loved, they were being channeled…not really there in the flesh.

Of course, she is referring to Mia Fey, but would never admit that to Jake. 

If he approaches you again…spend time with him, if you can. He’s your brother, and you, more than anyone involved in SL-9, loved him the most. My apologies, Jake. I’ve still not quite allowed myself to feel the emotional freedom I once had.

The Chief Prosecutor idly drums her fingers on the desk, mulling over what to say to him next. It hurt, knowing that she couldn’t bring Jake any comfort, and even more knowing that she had to lie through her teeth to Neil.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

Jake was silent for a moment as he listened to her speak, picking up on the mild changes in her tone.

"Ya know, yer right…" He said in a softly in turn, knowing his misdirected anger would do no good with her. "This is an old wound openin’ up; Neil’s death left a deep cut in me an’ seein’ him just…." He gave a long sigh.

Pacing the floor he tried to collect himself, knowing his voice was all over himself. He had been in such a state since seeing his brother he hadn’t even touched his flask since.
"I just wanted at heAr your voice, know I’m not crazy…. I thought I had finally snapped." He confessed with a strained laugh.

You’re not crazy, Jake, and I will not stand for anyone refer to you as such, including yourself. I reacted almost the same way—I thought that I must have been seeing things, or that I was dreaming. It was very hard.

She can pick up on the panic and distress in his voice; that was never a good thing.

Are you all right? You sound a little under the weather.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

"Ya think?" He said with a somewhat bitter laugh over the situation and wishing Lana had been less blunt. "It’s been 10 years for me Lana. TEN! I buried my little brother years ago and now he’s here like nothin’ has happened. How do ya think I’m handelin’ that?"

I’m sorry, Jake. Really, I am. I didn’t mean to sound so insensitive…

Lana does try to soften her tone, but she’s sounded gruff and business-like for years. Another habit of hers that she just can’t break.

I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re feeling right now. Old wounds—

(No. Neil isn’t a wound; he’s a person.)

Sorry. I am not very good at comforting people. Do you need anything? I would be happy to help however I can.

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when-she-smiles asked: [Incoming Call: Lana Skye]

city-cowboy:

Jake gave a relieved sigh when he saw Lana was calling him back. After a few rings he finally figured out how to unlock his phone and answered. “Hey Lana, thanks for callin’.” He told her, it was clear from his tone he was still shaken up.

You’re welcome. 

After a brief pause, she adds:

You sound terrible. 

Sighing, Lana cuts directly to the point, much like how she’s always done. 

You saw Neil then, too, I take it. I apologize if you have been distressed. I am sure that you are taking this harder than anyone else who might have seen him.