Bear Meets Girl
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Nah. I actually need to get going. Gotta game today.
God, are you still playing on that shitty hockey team?
He wanted to argue with her about the level of skill his NYPD shifter team had, but the reality was ... they really did suck. The shifter firefighters and EMT guys kicked their asses constantly.
She patted his arm. Are you okay?
Im just hungover. When I got out here, I just meant to close my eyes for a few minutes and before I knew it
No, no. I mean ... when you got here last night. You werent your usual scowling, non-talkative self. You seemed a more depressed scowling, non-talkative self. Anything I can help you with?
Crush locked gazes with her, let out a breath. Not unless you can get me out of this.
Get you out of ... oh. She smirked. Heard about the transfer, huh?
Yeah. I heard about it. I have very good connections. Now can you get me out or not?
What makes you think I can get you out?
Heard you had some pull.
Crushek, in the NYPDs shifter division, Im just the crazy full-human that apparently smells like cat and that everybody steers clear of when I get pissed off.
He had to laugh. Predators always know when to run, MacDermot.
Cella sat back, smirking at her nearly eighteen-year-old daughter, Meghan. Okay. So Cella had lied to the bear. She couldnt help it. Watching the look of horror on his face when hed thought shed left her toddler daughter all by herself while she went out partying kind of made her morning.
Well, actually ... waking up with all that delicious naked bear flesh had made her morning. The rest of it was really just the icing on top of that cake.
Examining the coloring book her daughter was working on, Cella stated, I see theyre really challenging you in that private school Im paying for.
I was watching the kids this morning, Meghan said about her young cousins, her attention still locked on what she was doing, and we were coloring.
But the kids are gone.
I dont like to start things and not finish. She carefully added a little orange to the sun at the top of the page, of course making sure to not go outside the lines. Cella fondly remembered her own coloring books. Nothing had been in the lines. She hated lines. Hated limits. Amazing since Cella had done so well in the Marines. No one thought she would, especially her family. They were so certain shed wash out during Basic that they didnt even complain when she said shed signed up. In fact ... theyd all laughed at her. Our Cella Malone? A Marine? Yeah. Right. But the Marines had given Cella the freedom shecouldnt have gotten anywhere else. Freedom from her family. From the Malones. At least for a little while.
There. Her daughter pushed the coloring book away. Done. She placed the crayon on the table. When Cella was gone, Meghan would come back and put all the crayons back in the boxin their original order. Did you have breakfast?
Well
Ill make you something.
Why do you bother asking me when youre going to make me something anyway?
Its polite. Meghan leaned in and kissed Cella on the cheek. Did you have a good time last night at your party?
Eh. It was okay. Mostly full-human cops and their full-human wives.
Your cat killer friends and that dog didnt come?
First off, they, we, are not cat killers. If you want to be accurate, were killer cats. And that dog has saved my life a few times. Respect that.
I dont know why you still do that job. You dont need the money anymore.
What? You think Boston University is going to pay for itself? Speaking of which, did you get that paperwork in?
Yeah. Sure.
I do not want to pay for an apartment in that area, Meghan. Make sure you get a dorm room.
Can we talk about this later?
Why are you getting so cranky? Cella frowned. You have been so cranky lately.
I havent been cranky.
Youve been totally cranky. At least to me.
I dont mean to be. Its just very stressful right now.
Its your final semester, Meghan. Youve already been accepted to college and youre doing great in school. You shouldnt be stressing about anything. Just relax. Try and have a good time. I honestly dont know where you get this intensity from. Its definitely not a Malone thing. And you didnt get it from your father. I remember him when he was seventeen.
Youre not going to tell me another Dad-and-hash story are you? Because I dont want to think about my father as some loser.
Your father was never a loser. Besides, he grew out of that phase. Look at him now. A responsible accountant about to marry the feline of his dreams.
As always when Cella mentioned Brians upcoming wedding, their daughter got the strangest expression on her face. Cella had begun to think she was upset about the whole event. Seemed typical for a teenager to feel that way but ... but Meghan was far from typical. And she had to know this didnt change anything. Not between her and her dad.
God, are you still playing on that shitty hockey team?
He wanted to argue with her about the level of skill his NYPD shifter team had, but the reality was ... they really did suck. The shifter firefighters and EMT guys kicked their asses constantly.
She patted his arm. Are you okay?
Im just hungover. When I got out here, I just meant to close my eyes for a few minutes and before I knew it
No, no. I mean ... when you got here last night. You werent your usual scowling, non-talkative self. You seemed a more depressed scowling, non-talkative self. Anything I can help you with?
Crush locked gazes with her, let out a breath. Not unless you can get me out of this.
Get you out of ... oh. She smirked. Heard about the transfer, huh?
Yeah. I heard about it. I have very good connections. Now can you get me out or not?
What makes you think I can get you out?
Heard you had some pull.
Crushek, in the NYPDs shifter division, Im just the crazy full-human that apparently smells like cat and that everybody steers clear of when I get pissed off.
He had to laugh. Predators always know when to run, MacDermot.
Cella sat back, smirking at her nearly eighteen-year-old daughter, Meghan. Okay. So Cella had lied to the bear. She couldnt help it. Watching the look of horror on his face when hed thought shed left her toddler daughter all by herself while she went out partying kind of made her morning.
Well, actually ... waking up with all that delicious naked bear flesh had made her morning. The rest of it was really just the icing on top of that cake.
Examining the coloring book her daughter was working on, Cella stated, I see theyre really challenging you in that private school Im paying for.
I was watching the kids this morning, Meghan said about her young cousins, her attention still locked on what she was doing, and we were coloring.
But the kids are gone.
I dont like to start things and not finish. She carefully added a little orange to the sun at the top of the page, of course making sure to not go outside the lines. Cella fondly remembered her own coloring books. Nothing had been in the lines. She hated lines. Hated limits. Amazing since Cella had done so well in the Marines. No one thought she would, especially her family. They were so certain shed wash out during Basic that they didnt even complain when she said shed signed up. In fact ... theyd all laughed at her. Our Cella Malone? A Marine? Yeah. Right. But the Marines had given Cella the freedom shecouldnt have gotten anywhere else. Freedom from her family. From the Malones. At least for a little while.
There. Her daughter pushed the coloring book away. Done. She placed the crayon on the table. When Cella was gone, Meghan would come back and put all the crayons back in the boxin their original order. Did you have breakfast?
Well
Ill make you something.
Why do you bother asking me when youre going to make me something anyway?
Its polite. Meghan leaned in and kissed Cella on the cheek. Did you have a good time last night at your party?
Eh. It was okay. Mostly full-human cops and their full-human wives.
Your cat killer friends and that dog didnt come?
First off, they, we, are not cat killers. If you want to be accurate, were killer cats. And that dog has saved my life a few times. Respect that.
I dont know why you still do that job. You dont need the money anymore.
What? You think Boston University is going to pay for itself? Speaking of which, did you get that paperwork in?
Yeah. Sure.
I do not want to pay for an apartment in that area, Meghan. Make sure you get a dorm room.
Can we talk about this later?
Why are you getting so cranky? Cella frowned. You have been so cranky lately.
I havent been cranky.
Youve been totally cranky. At least to me.
I dont mean to be. Its just very stressful right now.
Its your final semester, Meghan. Youve already been accepted to college and youre doing great in school. You shouldnt be stressing about anything. Just relax. Try and have a good time. I honestly dont know where you get this intensity from. Its definitely not a Malone thing. And you didnt get it from your father. I remember him when he was seventeen.
Youre not going to tell me another Dad-and-hash story are you? Because I dont want to think about my father as some loser.
Your father was never a loser. Besides, he grew out of that phase. Look at him now. A responsible accountant about to marry the feline of his dreams.
As always when Cella mentioned Brians upcoming wedding, their daughter got the strangest expression on her face. Cella had begun to think she was upset about the whole event. Seemed typical for a teenager to feel that way but ... but Meghan was far from typical. And she had to know this didnt change anything. Not between her and her dad.
