"Yeah, I’ve been workin’ my way ‘round the universe before settlin’ down here. I’ve thought constantly ‘bout where ta go though but I figured since humans ‘re pretty dumb they won’t realize a Time Lady’s livin’ amongst them."
Since they’re not in the middle of the street anymore Drax can look Winter over. It doesn’t even look like a day had passed since she last saw her but in reality it’s been a century and a new face.
"Yer babe’s eight months old, tiny lil thing still right?"
"London seems to be a hotspot for weirdness. Which ‘s nice cause y’don’t stick out like a sore thumb." Heaven knows that she hadn’t noticed any said weirdness until she met the Doctor. "It’ll be perfect for you, honestly."
Winter has settled herself in her chair, draping her napkin over her stomach when she catches Drax looking at her. She smiles proudly before nodding.
"Mmhm. An’ my step-daughter ‘s…almost twenty-three months old."
In truth his sarcasm was a relief to her. It reassured her that he was okay. That he was her Jude and he would be all right. She couldn’t blame him for trying to make light of the situation. If she were him in this situation she would probably try to do the same, though more for his benefit than her own.
Finley nearly stopped breathing when he pulled her to him, pressing his face to her neck. She didn’t have time to put her arms around him in return before the moment was broken by her own body tensing. She felt sick.
With the gun in her hand she stood a few feet back from the wall, holding her arm out straight and shooting at the glass. Once. Twice. Three times and it shattered to the floor, the sound of glass falling almost anticlimactic after the boom of each bullet resounding in her ears.
She dropped the gun then, letting it slip from her fingers before reaching her hand out to Jude. It was time to go. To get his mother and to leave this godforsaken place.
He flinched with every shot.
Three bullets took down the glass that had divided Finley and Jude from his mother. For a moment everything was still, silence hung in the air as he felt Finley reach out for him. He took it without any hesitation, squeezing it once before letting go and running over to where the window had been.
Using the momentum he’d gained, he vaulted himself through the opening, not paying any mind to the jagged bits of glass that were still there.
Her reply had come from behind him. Since she hadn’t been sure just where the shots would be coming from, she’d hidden in one of the corners closets to the window itself.
It took her a moment to stand and walk over to him, one hand still protectively laid over her stomach. She recognized his face, of course. When he looked so much like his father it would be hard not to.
"……Jude." His name came out in a surprised breath when she took in his appearance. "Oh God what’d they do to you?" She stepped to the side and noticed a young woman still in the adjoining room.
Lost in thought, Arden was jolted back to reality when she bumped the shoulder of another person on the sidewalk. Embarrassed by her lack of attention, she turned to the woman, cheeks flushed, an apology already spilling from her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and—”
An almost squeak escaped Winter as she wobbled a bit from the sudden bump. Though it took her a moment to get back her balance she hadn’t fallen. Which was a bit of a relief to her since just that had happened the other day. When the other woman started to apologize, she held out her hands and laughed softly. “No worries. ‘M a Weeble. I wobble but I don’t fall down.”
[[Tell me how I always manage to nick my fingers when I do dishes. Ow, ow fuckity ow.]]
*She was just flushing the toilet and standing up when Drizzle walked in after her. A sheepish look slips onto her face* Yeah. ‘M more than okay. Just um…That wasn’t a fun visual ‘s all. Must’ve upset my stomach. *Giving him a weak smile* An’…I think some of the seriousness ‘s from being a grown up.
You an’ me both, darlin’. Equilibrium in life at least. *She snickers before watching him quietly* ‘M sure that it’ll happen eventually. Might take a bit but you’ve got plenty of time. As for serious…Kinda have to be. *Winter lets those words process before her eyes widen and she excuses herself to the bathroom. Apparently that was not a visual that worked well with her stomach*
"They underestimate me till they hear me talk, then they get cocky. They think I’m some lil girl wit’ no experience till they remember who the fuck I am."
With a kind squeeze of the arm Drax leads Winter into the cafe she’d mentioned before and taking a seat prior to the waitress that lead them.
"What can I get you?" The woman asked in a sweet, American voice.
"Tea please, keep the sugar an cream to the side, too." Now Drax looks toward the woman in waiting.
"That’s my favorite kinda reaction honestly. Though….I haven’t had to deal with anythin’ like that in a while. Thank gosh." She doesn’t have any problem being tugged into the cafe.
After gratefully sliding into her seat, she grins up at the waitress, happy to hear an American accent. “Could I please have a hot chocolate with…a few honey croissants, please?” The waitress nodded as she wrote down their orders then walked to the kitchen.
Winter looked back at Drax and hummed happily. “So…you said that ‘s been at least a hundred years since I last saw you?”
"Darlin’ with a greetin’ like that I don’t mind givin’ you free coffee. You’re not so bad yourself."
And she means it.
"Got anything stronger than coffee?" Yes, it was morning. No he didn’t care. Red waved his right stone hand dismissively. "Nice a ya to say, but my mirror ain’t broken kid."
One eyebrow rose up in amusement as she held up a hand and walked back to her office. A few minutes later she came out with a bottle of whiskey. “You might as well tak the whole thing. I won’t be needin’ it for at least five more months.” For a moment she looked confused. “I can’t tell if that was you agreein’ or disagreein’ with the compliment.”
He is. We’ve been through a lot but things are finally evening out. *Tucking her hair behind her ears* I don’t doubt it, Drizzle. I promise. ‘M just as serious as you are. *Frowning* Frankly I think I’d rather get sent to my room with no dessert an’ keep my eye.