Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Riley couldn't help but sigh as she watched her fellow demon trapper Denver Beck sleeping. Watching him relaxed her worries just a tad, but seeing his face tense up a bit with each breath didn't help.
Ugh, Stick chick just had to go out with them, didn't she?! If she didn't go everything would've gone completely fine!
In a way, Riley blamed herself for this. She believed that if only she hadn't gone off with Ori, it would've been fine, and Beck wouldn't have gone with Justine Armando. That's what he told her anyway…
He's going to get hurt really badly if he doesn't break up with Stick chick. I just feel it coming… Oh Beck, you don't deserve this pain, you really don't…
The ring of her alarm clock brought her back from her thoughts. It was time to check Beck again, and he wouldn't be happy. "Beck, wake up. It's time for another check up," she said softly, gently touching his arm. He woke up and looked at her, taking a second to remember what was going on. He gingerly moved his stiff left shoulder, but regretted it straight away as he winced. "Can't ya just give me some pain killers? It'll save ya and me a lot of trouble…"
"Beck, you know I can't do that. It'll be really bad for you, and you know it," she replied, knowing how much it hurts him from when she tangled with a Three.
She picked up the flashlight deciding to check his eyes first. They were completely fine, but she looked deeper into his eyes. For the first time she realised that there were pale flecks of gold in his deep brown. Nice. "Is something wrong?" Beck asked, slightly panicky. Damn, I've been caught. She turned off the flashlight hastily and cleared her throat nervously. "No, j-just being, ah, thorough…" luckily, he left it at that. She did all the other checks, and he seemed completely fine, and that calmed her down considerably.
Just as she stood up, he took her hand. "No, ya wake me up and then it's hard to get back to sleep. Stay with me,"
"Beck, you need to rest…" she looked at him, scared of what he could say in this state.
"No, I won't be able to fall asleep anyway, and I might as well be talkin' to ya not wastin' this time… When will we ever get a time like this again?"
"Okay…" she said, and looked at him. He had a troubled look.
"What's up, guy? Come on, spill it, or we're going to get no where," she said knowing if she doesn't get him going, he'll just wave her off.
"I keep thinkin' about what happened that night… Ya know, with the fallen and everythin'… All the things I said to ya…" No, he didn't say. All the things he shouted at her. All the things she deserved to be shouted at about.
"Look, I can't do anything about that, ok? I told you I'm really sorry about that night, and I deserved everything you shouted at me, but you've got to let it go, Beck. We can't keep on going about it every-"
"Riley, yer wavin' this off like it's nothin'! But I can't forget about it like ya, I can't. I just wish ya'd waited just a bit..." Oh, again with the dibs!
"I've already told you! Just because you paid the rent and everything didn't and still doesn't mean you had dibs on me. You were supposed to tell me, not let me be and then shout at me when I've gone off with someone else," she said, raising my voice. I really don't like where this is going… He sighed and looked at me.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I did it all wrong. I know I only bitched at ya and never ever told ya how I felt, but it's a guy thing. We have pride!" Her heat skipped a beat then.
"Wait, then you're saying that… That you care for me?" she said as her breath got hitched in her throat.
"Yes, no, I-" he stuttered. "I- no. I'm saying that… That I only asked for respect. The only time I got respect was from yer daddy, and I'm askin' that off of ya. But I guess ya won't be givin' me that any time soon, right?" He looked away. "Look, it doesn't matter, just… Go. Leave me be," he turned away, wincing as he moved his shoulder. Already she was trying to hold back her tears.
"See, you always do this to me! You only talk when you feel like it, and as soon as you feel you have nothing to say or you're finally stepping out of your protective armour, you give me the cold shoulder. I bet you're going to ignore me now, aren't you?" when he didn't answer back, she continued. "I can't believe you're still going through with this. I mean, I could've not come tonight. I could've stayed at home, and watched tv. Shouldn't it be Stick chick here? Should she be watching over you? She's the one who made you like this. But then no, instead of a thanks to me you go and-"
"Well, go ahead, who's stoppin' ya?" he bellowed, looking hurt. "Who's stoppin' ya, huh? No-one. Just go!" it took him his last strength to shout that, seeing how he looked drained of energy. And that was the last straw. She couldn't stop the tears.
"I'm going to make sure you're better, and then I'll go. I'm not going to leave you alone like this, because I owe you. But don't worry, as soon as you're better I'll leave, and you won't be seeing or hearing from me unless the Scotsman and Harper say so," she said and walked out the room. She walked to the spare room, turned the alarm on for 10 am and went to sleep.
Two hours later, when the alarm rang, she woke Beck up, did the checks silently (apart from the questions) and then called the Scotsman.
"Good morning, lass," Stewart answered tiredly.
"Master," she said politely, "I watched over Beck all night, and now I need to go. Any one who can cover me for the rest of the time?" tears welled up in her eyes again as she remembered their fight from last night.
"Oh not again. Lass what's happenin' between ya two? Canna you spend one night without tearin' each other apart? Yer both verra childish right now. What've ya two done now?" he said, surprisingly no impatiency colouring his voice. She gave him a run down of their fight.
"And now he doesn't want to see me anymore, and I'm completely ok with that." What a lie.
"Right, lass. All I know is that he cares for ya. Whatever is causin' him to be this way isn't good. I'll let ya off this time; I think I'll send Jackson over… Aye, I'lol do that. But ya better have sorted this out by this time next week or I'm gonna have ta stop both of ya from trappin' for a while…"
"But Master, I-"
"Nay buts, lass. Ya either do as yer told or I'll have ta do as I said. Now go back to yer house and do something useful. Ya understand?" this was the first time she ever heard him this unhappy.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Good, now good bye, lass." he said before he hung up. Great, now I'm going to have to go to Beck and tell him about my conversation with the Scotsman.
She walked into Beck's bedroom to find him sitting up. "What?" he asked harshly. She flinched, but continued.
"I'm going, and Jackson will be here anytime soon, I've already arranged that with the Scotsman,"
"Look, about last night-"
"Don't worry, I'm keeping my promise," she said and walked out the room ignoring his protests. She slammed the door on the way out, telling him that she's not happy about the fight, and that he shouldn't go near here anytime soon unless he was suicidal. "Don't worry, Beck. I'm just like you; I'm a great grudge-holder" she muttered to herself as she started up her car.