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Tweak says, "grrr!!!"

Martine (dd_martine) wrote,
@ 2010-02-03 02:54:00

Current mood:

dirty

Who: Martine, open
Where: Martine's place
When: January 28th, 2.30pm-ish
Summary: Preparing for a guest

Her mother would have been FAR more organised.

Her mother wouldn't have been even NEARLY this exhausted or - Martine sniffed at herself - dishevelled. Yeah, dishevelled, that'd do. It was better than the truer word.

Her mother, truth be told, would never be seen dead actually shifting furniture around and would've got somebody in to do it for her.

Actually, Martine thought, not ALL of her mother's ideas or ideals were so bad.

Still, she was determined to get this sorted herself. Aidan would've done if for her had the roles been reversed. But it was more than that. Aidan was a friend. A proper friend. And she'd known him all her life. It wasn't just duty or obligation. She actually did want to do this for him, at least until he was back on his fe...

Damn. Memo to self: Don't use THAT phrase in front of him.

She'd put out the word that a new wheelchair was needed and she'd asked Noah... huh. When had he become Noah in her thoughts instead of MacNamara? Never mind, she'd asked Noah to ask around too. Dr. Ferguson had also said that he could arrange for a new bed to be sent to her place - one that was similar to the hospital beds he had at his place. They were actually rather comfortable and also adjustable, which was probably even more important since she thought it would make getting in and out of bed more easy for Aidan. So she was happy to leave that in Dr. Ferguson's hands. She'd made enough space for it on the ground floor, placing it near a curtained window so Aidan would have light and, more importantly, be able to see out without anyone outside being able to see back in through the nets.

She'd already put a small bookshelf and cupboard near the bed for him. She'd debated getting a larger one but realised that it'd be no use whatsoever beyond his reach from his wheelchair. So she'd stopped fretting and brought the smaller. It was currently in its fifth "final" position in the room, Martine realising that two inches to the left, or turning it a further ten degrees to the right, or moving it from beneath the window to the other side of where the bed was going to go, was far preferable to its previous postion.

She places her hands on her hips and blew her fringe out of her eyes as she surveyed the room. Hmmmmm. It'd do. For now.

Aidan wasn't due out of "hospital" just yet, but Martine's need for a shower and coffee really was pressing.

She gave in to it.

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dd_picasso
2010-02-03 06:35 pm UTC (link)

He let himself in, then paused and listened to see if he could work out where Martine was. He could hear running water, so she was in the shower right now. He debated joining her, then decided he might be better going and making tea and coffee for them both.

He made his way through to the kitchen, looking round at all the furniture that had been shifted about and trying to work out if she'd always had that much stuff and he was only noticing now that it wasn't where it should have been, or if she'd just brought random stuff into the house for whatever reason. Huh. All this for that Aidan Jeepster guy. He'd have to talk with him at some point, and by that, he meant Talk. Leopards seldom changed their spots and all that.

He set about making drinks, then sat down at the kitchen table to drink his tea while he waited on Martine.

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dd_martine
2010-02-03 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Showers were still one of the best things in the world.

Martine sang quietly to herself as she finished rinsing her hair, then she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, picked up a large bath sheet and wrapped it around herself.

She disregarded the cold, slipped her feet into an old pair of canvas shoes that did the job of slippers, and made her way back towards the scene of her organisational brilliant, intent on pondering further changes.

It was the smell of coffee that distracted her. Then again, it often did. She changed direction and went into the kitchen instead, rubbing at her hair with the edge of her towel.

"Ah, you must have heard my plea," she said with a grin. "Coffee was going to be my next job. You're a lifesaver." She kissed the top of his head and reached for her mug. "Not busy today?"

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dd_picasso
2010-02-03 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Busy enough. Thought you'd like to know that I've probably got a chair for your friend, as long as Spider makes a couple of deals. He says it's no problem, so..."

He trailed off after that and drank some tea, more than aware of how well Martine got on with Spider. At the same time, however, she couldn't deny that the man got results.

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dd_martine
2010-02-03 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Slightly off-balance with him pulling her, she ended up sitting on his lap as he told her about the chair. She grimaced when he mentioned Spider, but she couldn't deny that it was something that was very much needed. At least Aidan would have mobility back once his arm was fixed.

"Just make sure that you don't end up owing Spider," she warned him. It probably wasn't necessary, but she didn't trust him as far as she could spit. "Of all the people we could be beholden to, he's one of my least preferred."

She drank some of her coffee then rubbed her wet hair against his cheek with a giggle. "How long can you stay, or did you just call in to give me the news?" she asked him.

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dd_picasso
2010-02-04 07:39 pm UTC (link)

"Don't worry yourself, I was calling in favours he owed me. Besides, he likes Jeepster. Said the guy always got him good work, so I doubt he'd try anythi- Augh!" Okay, now his face was wet.

"Did you have to do that? And I had just planned on letting you know about the chair, but if you need me to stick around, I'm sure that'd be allowed," he told her, then rubbed his face against her towel.

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dd_martine
2010-02-04 08:53 pm UTC (link)

She got up from his lap and grinned. "No, I didn't have to do it. It was a purely spontaneous thing and, besides, you look good wet," she informed him, then took another mouthful of coffee with a small groan of appreciation, both at the coffee and at the fact that he was drying his face against her.

"See, I told you Jeepster was okay. Not that I trust Spider, but you do. Surely if he AND I say Jeepster's on the level, then you can go with that. Besides," she continued, "you had the very good sense to trust me when nobody else did. Okay, it took you a while, but you did."

She paused, then almost as an afterthought she said, quietly and quickly, "You could possibly help me to move stuff around again? I still don't know what'll be best for him."

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dd_picasso
2010-02-07 05:13 pm UTC (link)

He didn't quite roll his eyes when she started in on her "Jeepster is trustworthy" talk again, but it was close. He'd heard it far too often in the past few days.

"You can hardly blame me for being a bit suspicious of him, lass. The man's still working for the Bitch, and he admits it." He paused to take a drink of tea, but only a little one before he'd be interrupted. "And aye, I know his reasons for it. I worked them out for myself as well as you telling me. I still want to talk to him, though."

He took another, longer, mouthful of tea after that, drawing it out as long as possible before he had to reply to Martine's request for help. "I'll help, aye. Just, let me have my tea first? And you might need helping into your clothes before any kind of stuff-moving gets underway."

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dd_martine
2010-02-07 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Martine shrugged. "So's Dr. Ferguson. So are a lot of people, I suspect. But okay. I don't see why you can't. Besides, he'll hopefully be here soon, so you can speak to him all you want."

She grinned and ruffled his hair when he agreed to help. "Of course you can finish your tea. I'll make you a sandwich to go with it too, if you want. Although I'm intrigued. I don't often need help into my clothes. I may take you up on that offer just to see what it entails."

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