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[Elliot wasn't sure exactly what had happened but the fight that had taken the guys off of him seemed to have gone far too quickly especially when a girl comes into his line of sight.

Shit.

He groaned, pushing himself back up to his feet and ignoring the wave of vertigo that followed.]

I'm alright, I'm fine. [He said though his vision was blurry and when he tried to look at her he was seeing double and even so the details weren't coming into focus quiet yet. Maybe he needed a few minutes before he was actually fine.]

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Yeah you look it.

[That's clearly sarcasm. He looks like he's about to pass out, which is why she hovered close to him. Hands outstretched in case he took a nose dive. Looking him over, her eyes landed on his face. Wait...]

Elliot?

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[Elliot shook his head and the world spun for a second but then after a few seconds he at least felt a little bit more in control. He tried to focus his gaze again and at least there was just one of her this time.

She looked familiar.

She knew his name.

Why couldn't he remember hers? Then again he had forgotten his own sister.]

I know you...? [It was somewhere between a question and a statement.]

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It's Da- It's Skye. Well, was Skye...

[She's babbling.]

It's complicated.

You're the last person I was expecting to see here.

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[The name slowly clicked on a light inside of Elliot's head and he nodded.]

Okay. I remember you.

[He said, his eyes widening a little.] When you learn how to fight? [Nevermind it was a bit embarrassing a girl had saved him much less a girl he knew.]

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Also complicated.

[A woman saved him, thank you.]

Come on. We should get out of here before the birdies disappear from around their heads.

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Okay. [It was easy enough for him to accept that answer. He understood complicated.]

Yeah... [He looked at the guys again and wondered exactly how that had happened.] Let's go. [He didn't wait before starting to walk away from the aftermath.]

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[Keeping pace with him, Daisy looks over her shoulder to see them starting to come to. No way they'd get to them in time though.

Looking up at Elliot, her expression fell.]

What did a hacker do to get the shit kicked out of him?

$viewsource: (:\you're down for the count)$

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[Elliot frowned at the question and then shrugged.

What hadn't he done that this point?]

Wrong place, wrong time.

[Semi-true]

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Usually the case.

Should probably put some ice on that before it gets really nasty.

[She's talking about the bruise on his face.]

$viewsource: (:\whoa.... dude.)$

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It'll be fine.. [Elliot muttered, glancing at her.]

it's been a long time, hasn't it?

[Time was kind of a hard thing for him sometimes.]

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At least four years.

Surprisingly you look the same.

[There's a diner up ahead and she hasn't eaten all day.]

You hungry?

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Oh. Yeah. You look different.

[It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He glanced at the diner and then nodded.]

Sure... I can treat you... for saving me or..whatever.

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I wouldn't say no to free food.

[Or AC. It's pretty balmy out tonight.

Stepping inside, Daisy took a spot at her usual table.

Yeah, so, she's come here before. She practically lived here when she wasn't in her van. Or, you know, saving people.]

You been here before?

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[Elliot nodded, following her into the diner. His hands had by this time slid into the pockets of his hoodie as he sat across from her. He was trying to look not as crazy as he knew he'd been looking the last couple of months.]

No. I don't get out much. You come here a lot?

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A lot more than I care to admit.

[The waitress came over, asking what they wanted to drink. Daisy immediately ordered a cup of coffee, but also a glass of water. Knowing it would come with ice.]

$viewsource: (:\the long ride home)$

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[Elliot ordered a water quietly, though he really wasn't hungry or thirsty. He could go for a smoke but settled for drumming his fingers against his thigh.]

Why?

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Because the food is cheap and I'm a terrible cook.

[Because she doesn't have a stove in her van that she lives in, and she's on the run.

Their drinks came quickly, and then the waitress asked if they were ready to order. Daisy got her regular, burger and fries. The healthy option, obviously. What? There's lettuce and tomato on the side that she rarely ever puts on.

Once Elliot orders what he wants, or doesn't and the waitress leaves, Daisy goes fishing in her glass of water for the ice. Putting it in one of the heavy duty napkins that are on the table and wraps it in there before handing it to Elliot.]

Here.

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Oh. Makes sense.

[He wasn't that great at cooking either but then again he didn't really eat that much either. He ordered some toast -- not much the big eater and he's not particularly hungry after getting jumped.]

Thanks. [He said quietly taking the wrapped ice and smiling a little.]

Are you working on anything...?

[He made a bit of a face when the ice pressed to the sore spot on his jaw.]

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[Daisy winced sympathetically for him, that had to hurt.]

Oh. Not really no.

[That's not really a lie, but it wasn't anything that needed other people involved.]

What about you?

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[Elliot kept the ice to the skin despite the discomfort. It was a bit unusual to think of the girl he remembered not working on anything but he didn't think twice about it.]

Yeah. Something pretty big.

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[Taking out three sugar packets, Daisy ripped off the tops and poured them into her coffee.]

Really? What is it?

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[That's when he hesitated and tried to decide if he should tell her or not. It's not like she was a stranger but he was pretty sure it'd been a long time. Was she still trustworthy -- then again was anyone?

Instead of trying to wave off the question or answering it, he stared at her, watching her prepare her coffee. Maybe he could read the answer to his dilemma that way.]

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[Noticing the silence that followed her question, Daisy looked up at him as she stirred her coffee.]

What? Are you like, hacking the FBI or something?

[She keeps her voice low, despite the fact that she's just teasing him.]

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[Elliot's eyes widened at her question and he lifted a shoulder.]

We're doing something big, like that.

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