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For Ray

Fitch was at the end of his rope.

He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.

Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.

He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.

At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.

God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.

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"Lovely. Sure, yeah," Fitch replied, shifting over and clearing a spot beside him for Ray. "You and Asher seem... normal enough. Is he medicated...?" Because he was pretty much the keeper of the drugs, so things could be arranged fairly easily if that was the case.

Ray probably should have been proud that from the outside, they seemed normal. As it was though, he just laughed and shook his head.

"No... He's hard work. I rarely know where I am with him. Medicating him's not a bad idea though," he smirked. "I'll keep that in mind for when times are really tough."

How was it that he was the one searching for advice and Ray was the one who already had a tip in his back pocket for future use?

"You live together. As long as he goes home at night, you know where you are. You've got it good. How'd you get to good?"

"Lots of arguments. Threats of physical violence." Ray thought for a moment. "Actual physical violence. He thought I kidnapped him once."

Ray still maintained it wasn't a real kidnapping, on account of the fact there was no rope or duct tape involved. "You know... The usual. Things with you and Danica not so good then? Pregnancy scare aside."

"Done. Done. Done," he ticked off, pointing at his neck at the appropriate time. He could live without the kidnapping thing coming to pass.

"It's like she goes out of her way to be the most impossible human being in existence. Most of the time I'm not sure she can stand being in the same room with me, but then..." Well, the pregnancy scare definitely hadn't been an immaculate conception. Not unless it was the spawn of Satan.

"Right," Ray nodded, understanding the unspoken. Asher was definitely the Danica Lite version between the two siblings but he understood some of what Coop was going through. And given what Ray knew about her and what she had done, both on and off the island, he didn't envy Coop's situation one bit.

"Y'know..." Ray didn't really know what to say or what excuses he could make, so he went with plain facts. "They're old. Like, really, really old. They're set in their ways. They know what they like and what they don't like. Personally, I think we're doing pretty well, even having them give us the time of day." But that hadn't been enough for Ray, so maybe it wasn't enough for Fitch either.

"Listen, Coop, all you gotta do is figure out if you like her enough to stick it out until you wear her down."

"That's all?" Fitch echoed, sounding more than just a little skeptical. It sounded so easy. He knew it would be anything but, no matter what his decision was.

"You're assuming that she will wear down." He, on the other hand, wasn't so sure about that.

"It may take a lifetime or two..." Ray drawled, sending Coop a sympathetic sidelong glance. "What d'you even see in her? I mean, she's so," he made claw-hands in their air, "rawr and you're so," the hands turned grabby and his expression more timid, "y'know... Not a match I woulda bet money on."

"I could ask you the same thing." Danica might have bitten him, as vampires do, but Asher had dislocate Ray's shoulder. "He may not be in the same category as her, but you can't tell me there aren't dozens of other people here who wouldn't have taken a lot less work. And who would have resulted in fewer trips to the clinic."

"Okay," Ray conceded, "you've got a point. Neither of us have chosen the easy life." For Coop, that was definitely an understatement. "Asher's worth it though. Make sure she is too before you get too deep."

He turned his head to Coop, giving him a knowing look. "Like nearly-knocking-her-up deep." He shook his head again in disbelief, humor in his next words. "I can't even imagine what a kid with both of you as its parents would be like, man."

"She seduced me!" While they were out in the middle of the ocean. And it wasn't like he'd planned ahead for anything like that to happen. "You people aren't going to let me live that down, are you?"

Of course not.

"I don't want to imagine it." If nothing else, if it came out anything like him, it would have intimidated the shit out of anyone who tried to pick on it.

"Well, I will," Ray told him, giving Coop a comforting pat on the back, "but Asher might not." Letting people live things down when it involved his sister? Ray figured he was pretty safe in saying that wouldn't happen any time soon.

"Devil baby," he laughed. Devilish good looks, anyway. "Organ harvester, maybe? Your surgical skills and Danica's...entrepreneurial spirit?"

"My ticks and her... whatever." The former being enough of a deterrent even before considering what it might have gotten from Danica.

"I wouldn't wish what I've got on my worst enemy, let alone a kid who just happened to lose the genetic lottery. Devil baby or not."

Ray might never know what it was that had brought Coop and Danica together, but if nothing else, at least it proved the age old theory that opposites attract.

"What's it like?" Ray asked, realizing that he actually knew very little about Cooper's problems. And this was a guy he considered a kind-of friend. "I mean, aside from the inappropriate grabbing during awkward moments."

"The worst feeling of lack of control imaginable?" Coop replied, shrugging. "You can't control most situations or what other people say or do, but not being able to do it with yourself? Because some part of your own brain won't let you? It blows." Which was putting it mildly.

"It used to be worse. The OCD was pretty bad when I was younger."

The worst feeling of lack of control Ray had ever experienced had pretty much been what had brought him and Asher together, so really, it was probably the best feeling with hindsight. So Ray found it hard to empathise with Coop in that respect.

"How the hell'd you end up as a doctor then?" He asked good-naturedly. "Isn't control a big must have?"

"Not without a few lawsuits, believe me." More than a few, actually... "I can't fix what's wrong with me, but I could fix what came into my ER. It's probably the one place more hectic than what goes on in my head. Plus, have you ever tried suturing something up? Totally zen."

Or it was to him, at least.

"Yeah... Sounds it." If 'it' actually meant totally disgusting and probably the most unrelaxing thing ever. "We don't exactly have a bustling ER here, you know." Maybe that was why Coop was doing whatever he was doing with Danica. She was his ER, hectic personified.

"You must be going crazy."

"I've noticed..." As long as he'd been there, it was kind of hard not to. He might have been in denial about a few things in his life, but there was no way of escaping all the free time he had on his hands during his clinic shifts.

"You know, she was my first major patient here." He could almost remember the threats as if it were yesterday... but that might have been because there might have actually been some threat slinging yesterday. "There's not a lot of crime here, either."

"I remember," Ray replied, thinking back on the vigil Asher had kept on his sister the entire time. It hadn't exactly been conducive to his investigation.

"With those two around, there's more than you would think," he added, not allowing himself to say any more than that. Shooting a man, pushing Del down the stairs, just two examples of crimes that were brushed under the carpet when it came to them.

"I probably don't want to know." Not that he was actually operating under the impression that Ray was really going to sit there and divulge every little detail even if he did want to know.

Ray clasped his hands together, not great with awkward silences.

"So... You feel better, right?" A problem shared was a problem apparently halved after all. "I helped?"

"Pretty sure I'm just as confused as I was before you sat down." Except now he had the idea in his head to medicate Danica if she ever got to be too much for him to handle.

"But if it makes you feel any better, yeah. You helped. Even if it's only in the way of knowing that I'm not sitting in this boat completely alone." His quarters just happened to be in a lower class.

"Good. Great. Glad I could share my pearls."

At least now Ray knew not to go to Fitch for advice when things weren't so good with Asher. He wasn't exactly waving a Talos flag in support or anything, despite dating the head of the clan.

"Might wanna keep this conversation to ourselves. I'm not sure either of them would be too keen on us sharing notes."

Fitch held a hand up as a signal that Ray didn't have to say anymore, before going on to mime locking his lips shut and tossing away an invisible key.

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