Kate Freelander

On nights when House's leg really hurt, he could be found in the bar. Somewhere between "normal hurt" and "excruciating" - since the latter usually meant he couldn't leave his bed. But if it hurt and he could walk, then numbing it with alcohol usually seemed like a good plan (especially since the Winchester was so close to his hut). It was the kind of thing he'd used to numb with sex.

He sat at the bar, on the end, because sitting at a table could imply you wanted company.

He wasn't picky about his liquor, he just drank it. Nothing particularly unusual about the ritual until he made eye contact with short, dark, and gorgeous over there. When he thought he saw her catch his eye too, he raised his glass, but he had no intention of getting up. Not for a rejection, and not when it meant picking up his cane.

Edited Date: 2011-10-14 03:29 am (UTC)

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Oh look. If it isn't Dr. Wis I Could Make it With Magnus. He's a dick, but she's a bitch, and she probably doesn't hate him as much as she should. It's like Tesla light, only he's a doctor. In theory, he might even care if she lives or dies.

For a jackass with a temper, he's hot enough. And she's in need of distraction enough that it's worth playing the game. Plus, nailing the men on the island who want Magnus can maybe be her thing. She's already bagged Tesla.

She cocks her head and purses her lips, then shrugs and hops off her stool to prowl his way. "Get bored of stalking Magnus?" she asks, light smirk and playful light in her eyes.

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The brief time they'd met before, when she'd smoldered at him it had had little effect - one more hot person on the island who wasn't sleeping with him barely made a drop in the bucket. The alcohol, however, seemed to be helping in that regard. He found himself wishing she'd turn around so he could see her ass.

"Your definition of stalking could use some work," he said. "I haven't seen her in weeks. But it probably would be pretty boring, yes. Any suggestions for someone more interesting I could stalk?"

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It was fortunate, or unfortunate, for Kate that she and Trip had the same cooping mechanism. He was used to being the one to help people through their problems but when it came to himself, he kept it bottled up until it made him sick, as the Expanse had proved. He'd fought Malcolm tooth and nail for only trying to get him to talk about Lizzie and he knew he'd made it difficult on T'Pol during their doctored ordered nueropressure even though her help was the only way he could sleep.

Thankfully, the island hadn't yet reduced him to that level of depression but he'd had a steady appetite for alcohol since that first drink with Kate. It kept the lingering feeling of selfishness away, that he should be trying harder to find a way back to Enterprise, instead of taking advantage of the situation to rest his weary soul.

When he caught sight of Kate upon entering the Winchester, he hesitated in approaching her. She had the look about her, a searching but not. But in the end, drinking was always more fun when not done alone so he walked up to her. "Are we drinkin' to the alligators again?" He asked with a cheerful grin.

Edited Date: 2011-10-14 04:56 am (UTC)

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Huh. Not hopelessly hung up on Magnus and hitting on her. Two points in his favor. Kate can do subtle, but she's not seeing the point. Her gaze flicks down his body - he's tall - and back up. He's kind of easy on the eyes in a gruff, older guy way.

"I might." She grabs the stool next to his and catches the bartender's eye, giving a quick lift of her chin for another round. "But if tall, stacked and British is your type..." There's just a tiny hint of something there on top of the obvious invitation to look a little closer. A suggestion that Kate's not immune to Magnus either. She's not, but she's just layering it for him.

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Now there's a smile worth smiling back at. Kate doesn't though. She winks instead, eyes bright and playful and not too glazed yet from alcohol.

Biting her lip, she slides off her jacket and puts her feet on the stool next to hers, stretching a bit. If he's drinking, she's staying awhile. "Might be." Now Kate drops her eyelashes and smirks. "Unless you want to drink to the tits."

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The absence of a smile was worrisome but Trip knew better then to ask. He just takes a stool near hers and sits down, ordering whatever it was she's drinking. "Now, tits are a fine thing to drink to." He conceded as the shot of tequila was poured. "Heck knows I made a few such toasts myself in the middle of the 602 packed with Starfleet flyboys." Trip couldn't hold back a chuckle, as those had been good nights, celebrating getting one step closer to warp 5.

When the shot was poured, he turned to Kate. "Any particular pair we're drinkin' to?" He asked as he lifted the glass.

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Starfleet. Damn. But Kate's learned that lesson. Things you don't say and questions you don't ask. Telling new guys there might be stories about their lives is something Kate won't do. Not drunk. Not pissed off. Not brawling.

She's none of those tonight. Just confused and homesick and look for distraction. There's a smirk again, and her head dips, chin down, eyelashes down, eyes up and smoldering, dark on his. "I was thinking mine, but if you see another pair you like, we could invite her to join us."

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Saturday night was his first night out in a while. It was odd how quickly he had gone from being hesitant about being involved with Martha to spending more and more time with her and Alfie. Although, that was partially why he had been hesitant to start with. Aidan loved children, and being around Alfie and Martha was the best thing to happen to him in a while.

But sometimes you needed a break from even the best of things, so he had come to the Hub for a drink and some conversation. When he spotted Kate across the bar he fought down a surge of... something that he wasn't going to deal with now. What they had was great, but the entire point of it was to be uncomplicated. So if it was uncomplicated, then they could talk like grown-ass adults.

He slid up next to her at the bar and gave her a smile.

"So did I miss the part of the evening where you end up topless and singing, or are you still working toward that?"

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Kate spots Aidan before he spots her. She just sits back and watches him walk toward her, waiting, waiting for that smile to hit her low in the gut. Waiting for the want to get out of here? from one of them. Never comes.

Kate growls to herself. He's still fucking fine. She knows damned well he can fuck her the way she needs it. So, what's her damage?

If you've got some bloke who gives it to you hard and fast the way you like then why in the world would you come back to me, yeah? I couldn't ever hurt you like that.

Her smile's a little off, friendly, but there's no invitation in it. "Hate to break your heart, my friend, but that was one show only. I've moved on to bigger and better methods of forgetting this island sucks."

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It wasn't the largest of stories, but if William were honest¹ this one probably would have found its way into the Times back in Ankh-Morpork, had one of his reporters gotten their hands on it. It was just a touch strange, because it was unusual. Which made it new, and if you put an s on the end of that, you got William de Worde tracking you down in the Winchester, notebook in hand.

He had a device which recorded voices, but he still kept the notebook around. He liked writing things down.

"Excuse me, you're Miss Freelander, do I have that right?"

¹Which he was. Compulsively. Well... he told the truth, which was very nearly the same thing, except for the part where it wasn't at all.

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Was she checking him out? It had been so long since someone had looked at him like that.

"Is it your type?" he asked her, sliding a finger along the rim of his glass. "Because if so, you've just given me something new to keep me warm at night." He smirked, just enough hint of teasing to not come off as creepy.

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Aidan noticed right away that something was different about her expression, it lacked the hunger it normally had when she saw him. He was slightly amused by the idea that suddenly he radiated some sort of old-dad vibe now or something.

"Well it's a great loss for those of us who enjoy a good show now and then," he said, indicating to the bartender he wanted a beer.

"What have you been up to then?"

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Notebook, pen, do I have that right? Reporter. Kate rolls her eyes into her drink. The Island of the Misfit Toys is such a small town. Prank ten people and it's news. She really should have been expecting this. Decision time.

She turns her head to face him, dark eyes predatory over a little smirk. He's not hot. Not not hot. Just bland. That's what decides it. Kate slides into her sexiest smile and gives him an obvious once over. "That depends on who's asking," she answers, a light purr in her voice. "For you, for example, I'm just Kate."

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Kate smirks right back as she curls her fingers around the glass that just hit her hand. "Knock yourself out." It's not like Kate hasn't warmed a few nights thinking about Magnus. Magnus and Will. Magnus and Declan. Will and Declan. Hell, even with Tesla thrown in.

"Don't stop at me though. I've never met anyone who wasn't Magnus-sexual."

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"Cheer up. I'm sure I'll make a spectacle again at some point." Kate grins, eyes lightening when Aidan doesn't pull out the sex on her. Huh. Maybe she hasn't seen him because she's been avoiding him.

Seriously, Freelander? What the hell is wrong with you?

"You know, after I finish the 110 hours of community service I owe." Aidan's not the type to judge, she doesn't think. It's not like half the island doesn't know anyway. But he's like her. She's not completely sure what it is that's in his past, but it's there and it's dark. And she's pretty sure he was some kind of Abnormal before here.

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"Community service, huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow as he takes a drink of his beer. Somehow, that didn't really surprise him all that much. It wasn't that he thought Kate was a bad person, he just thought she was someone who had a wider view of right and wrong, something he could appreciate it. But not everyone could.

"You're a bad, bad girl, Freelander," he added, smirking just a bit.

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It sounded to House like Kate was the one who had the infatuation. Interesting. He'd be annoyed if she ended up having a better shot than him, but he at least realized that half of his attraction to Magnus was probably that she seemed interested in him.

Which, let's be honest, was a point in this girl's favor right now too.

"So do you have a name or should I just call you Magnus-sexual?"

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"Don't I know it," Kate answers, settling back with a quiet smirk. Aidan probably doesn't give a fuck what she's done. Not in the same way Declan doesn't care. Declan cares, he just doesn't hate her for it. Aidan just plain doesn't care.

On the one hand, it's kind of the hottest thing about him. Like Tesla. As bad as she is, it's never going to bug him. Even if she goes back to being the old Kate Freelander, it won't. On the other hand, she's been there before and she knows where that goes. It goes down dark roads.

"Haven't seen much of you around. What's that about?"

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"Kind of a mouthful when I'm blowing your mind but, hey, I've been called worse."

Kate sucks down her shot and gives him a look. Thinking about it. She could give a fuck about the cane and whyever he needs it. Kate's not that kind of shallow. There's how Magnus would feel about it, but she didn't seem to care about her banging Tesla. And she's stupid in love with Will.

Maybe she's doing Will a favor if she gives Grumpy something else to think about. "Name's Kate, though. Kate Freelander."

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Whatever Kate has done here or in the past, Aidan doubts it could be as bad as the things he's done. Perhaps the worst part is that he hasn't done those horrible things once, but over and over again.

"My girlfriend just had her baby, so I've been a bit preoccupied with that," he said. He didn't make it over casual, like he was trying to slip it in there and give her a heads up, that would have been ridiculous. He didn't even try to hide the affection that flowed into his voice when he talked about it. It's just what had happened, nothing more and nothing less.

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Kate lifts an eyebrow at him, quirk of her mouth not jealous but looking like she might just take his ass down if he answers her wrong. "She your girlfriend and pregnant when we were splintering doors?"

Might not be her business. Maybe they were all "love as thou wilt" like Tesla's PYT, whatever the hell that meant. But if she finds he's been cheating on a pregnant chick and using her to do it, it'll become her business.

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"She was pregnant when she got here, from someone in her world," Aidan explained. He wasn't defensive about it, because he could understand how the timing of it all would make her suspect and how she would want to know.

"And she and I weren't dating while you and I got together," he reassured her. No, that had been when he was denying that there was more than just friends with benefits feelings with Martha.

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Kate presses her lips together with an accepting nod. "Take it this means no more booty calls for you?"

She kinda hopes it does. The way he told her, it sounded like he cares about her. Kate likes Aidan well enough to want something like that for him. If that's what he wants.

Doesn't slip her notice, either, it's one less temptation. One less sure thing if she starts freaking out about her and Declan. If she decides she can do it.

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