01.30.3014: Who's Your Daddy?
Summary: Rook gets the news that the baby isn't Luke's. She and Lincoln have a talk about what to do next.
Date: 15 November 2013
Related: None
Ithaca Lincoln 


Ithaca's Apartment — Blue District, The Ring
The door of this musty, basement apartment bears several chains across the spanalong with multiple locks, electronic and mundane. Inside it is almost empty, Spartan to an extreme. There's just one, windowless, main room serving as the entire living space, and a small bathroom. The bedroom consists of a mattress on the floor in one corner. The kitchen is nothing but a counter with a small sink, microwave, mini fridge/freezer, hot plate, and electric crockpot

Along one wall rests a small tattered loveseat and a coffee table which looks to be an old trunk of some sort. The rest of the space is taken up by computer equipment, resting on scratched up Plexiglas sheets propped on rusted old filing cabinets, stools, chairs, anything that could be used to support the flat surfaces. The walls are plastered with page upon page of code and mathematical calculations.

30 January 3014

Rook is sitting in her apartment, sealing up the last of her boxes of non-essentials for an impending move into a new place. There's a total of five, two of which are the books from her training. She's sitting on the old couch, and there is a pile of tissues in a basket nearby. She has clearly been crying, which is very, very unlike her.

There's a small knock on the door, with Linc all down up, he's not gonna just walk in, incase she blasts him with a n ice bolt or something. he's in his rumpled clothes from the bar fight, and a pretty high tec neck brace. He has the pain meds in his pocket and he'll lean slight against th door as he waits, the walk having tired him out already.

The door gets unlatched, then Rook's face appears in the space between door and jamb. Her eyes are red rimmed, but not red-eyed, thankfully. Her nose is red too. "Linc?" she asks, confused. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital?"

Lincoln raises an eyebrow, his not head moving is improving his other facial expressions, "Nope. I'm out." Well…technically that's true. "What's wrong?" His hand goes to the door, but he won't push , "Are you ok? Is the baby ok?" He seems to stand a touch higher, like he's gonna go out and do something. Not that he really could, but still!

Rook pulls him inside and makes him sit down on the sofa, easing him there carefully. She frowns and grabs a tissue, blowing her nose. "I'm fine, baby fine just," She sits down beside him, heavily. "Not Crow's. Got results today. Stupid hormones upset me is all."

Lincoln blinks, not really having prepared for that problem. "I…uh…" he settles down in the couch, "I'm sorry?" He'll reach out to take her hand, "It's gonna be ok. I'm here. We'll figure it out." There may be small part of him that's relieved, cause that makes things a touch less weird with Beden, but that get squelched pretty quickly once he realizes she's been crying. "Do…Do you want to figure out who's it is?"

Rook shakes her head a bit, clutching his hand. "Not right now. What if someone terrible? Maybe better off not knowing." She lets out a breath. "At least not making your boyfriend feel weird now, eh?" she says, trying to lighten the mood.

Lincoln watches her and tries to nod, but that doesn't really work, so he softly says, "Yeah….it's a hard choice. But…I mean, the same could be said about when I went looking for you. And I think we turned out ok." Yeah, her sitting there crying and him in a neck brace. He'll hold her hand tighter, "If you want, we'll focus on the other stuff… decide what to do later. We have time." He sighs about Beden, "I…I have no idea what the hell is going on with all of that. He's talking like he just wants to ignore the betrothal…he doesn't like the dude, at all." His free hand flips up, instead of a shrug, "it's frustrating. Not sure what to do." He's not talked this much since the fight,and while is voice was better than when she talked to him last, it's strained.

Rook gets up and she moves to the little kitchen, where her tea kettle is still unpacked. She works on making him some tea with honey to soothe his throat. "Still need to move. Crow was right, this is no place for a baby," she admits.

Lincoln watches his sister, a small smirk at her mothering. "I agree. Where are you gonna go?" he'll inhale, "Do you…have any leads?" He'll shift some on the couch, not used to sitting on real furniture, although her couch really isn't something he considers real. "You can come to my place, if you want…Until you figure it out."

"Looked at some nice places. But I'd need a roommate to afford them." Rook admits. She carries the cup over and hands it to him. "Sip slowly. Will help the throat. Mama Jan at the brothel used to make it for me when I was sick."

Lincoln reaches up and takes the cup, smiling, "Thanks, sis." He'll sip, he really doesn't have much voice on the matter, "Well….do you have anyone you can roommate with?" He'd rather her not live with some stranger.

Rook snorts softly at that and just gives him a look. "Out of friends at the moment," she points out. She sits down beside him again and works on braiding her hair into two tails. "Might have to look at someplace between nice and here instead."

Lincoln snorts back, "Not gonna go live with Jane Wyre?" He'll smile at he rover the cup. "Well…I'd rather you be in a nice place…Would…Do you wanna get a place together?

"Think Jane is out of my price range," Rook chuckles. She arches a brow at her brother. "Won't be bad for you? Baby running around when your boyfriend comes over?" she asks.

Lincoln says, "He's not…I…I don't' know what we are. But you come first. Always." He'll smile and then his tablet vibrates. he'll frown as he fumbles to pull it out. "You don't have to…it's just an idea. Would make cooking for you easier." He swipes the tablet and then sighs, blinking and then rubs his eyes, "Can you read this to me?…My eyes hurt." that's not quite true, but it's not completely a lie. He turns the tablet over, a picture of green jello and the words,"Glad not to be eating this? Wanna meet up? ~B""

Rook squints at the tablet. "Says Glad to not be eating this? Wanna meet up? B." she recites. "I think he thinks you are. Just worry you'll be hurt. Noble. Has to marry another noble eventually, Linc. Remember that. Pretty words make poor comfort." She smiles at him a little though. "If you want to share a place, we can. I'll send you the ones I looked at."

"Would you be ok with that? I know you see things different than me. You have had lovers while having clients. I flunked sharing in school," Rook says quietly. "As long as he's good to you." She grimaces but forces a smile out of it.

Lincoln bites his lower lip, "I don't know if he'll be able to share…" His dark eyes go down to the cup, "I think he wants to be good to me. I'm just…I don't want to be kept. He thinks he's going to pay for the hospital."

"I gave back everything, to Nitrim. Didn't want to be kept either. Didn't want to be paid for by someone I lo-…," Rook can't say the word. "By him. And was worried I'd get arrested for stealing." She shakes her head. "Just be careful. Trust head. Heart is not always smart."

Lincoln snorts again, "Have you talked to me? My head's not all that smart either." He'll smirk, "I'm not signing anything, Ithaca. Ren would blow a gasket if I did that, anyway." Compnionship, that is.

"Ok. " Rook lets out a breath and she takes the tea from him. "You should go meet him. Let him pamper you a little. Enjoy the time you have," she tells him quietly.

Lincoln frowns, "I was serious. You come first." He'll try to catch her eyes with his, "You're my family…" He' gets a little fidgety, which is kinda funny looking in the neck brace. His voice is still a bit wheezy,"I just want you to be ok…I love you."

Rook seems really touched by his words and she leans in to kiss his brow. "I know. I love you too, little brother. You have chance to be happy. Take it, please? Feel better knowing you are not alone."

Lincoln smiles, relieved she took that well. "I'm not alone. I have you and peanut." He'll poke her softly in the belly.

Rook chuckles. "Not even that big yet. Poppy seed," she notes. "Speaking of, he or she is making me need to take a nap. Badly. Go see Beden. I'll be ok."

Lincoln struggle a moment then stands up, "Ok, ok. I'm leaving. I need to go home, anyway." He'll grin, "Poppy seed, huh? Now I want burger." there's no way he could eat a burger , but it still sounds good. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" He'll make his way to the door.

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