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Aaron doesn't look at Eric like he wants to intimidate him.
He looks at Eric like he wants to break him in half.
"What I have to say about that is that it's bullshit, and I'll explain in a minute. But I'd really rather the chance to settle this with both of them alone. Eric and I, we can do this here, but I asked you not to put Sarah on the spot. Respectfully."
"She's not on the spot, you are. You wanted to be put back on the field, this is how it happens. I need this dealt with before I consider changing your status."
She gave a simple shake of her head, finally turning her clouded eyes back to him.
"I'm tired of he said, she said. We're supposed to all work together. Might as well get it out in the open... I'm sure you have your grievances with me, too."
Aaron sighs, and actually shoots them both a regretful look, breaking through the ice briefly!
"You're right, I do. But I want you both to know this is not how I wanted this to happen. If I'd known he'd do this, I wouldn't've said a word about either of you. But okay, if we have to do it this way, we do it this way. I'm sorry."
Then the ice comes back, a little. He's so close to Eric they can feel their breath on each other's faces.
"As for you, liability my ass. Who the hell said you're always in charge? I told you my side of the wayward home, and fair enough back then, but at the bank robbery I arrived after you did. I asked the police outside where I was needed, and they told me to go in the back. So I went in to help, because goddamnit, I was worried about you guys. And I didn't desert you, I wasn't exactly given a choice but to go along with the Apache - I was trying to stop a huge fight from breaking out, and people getting hurt. I'm sick of you acting like top dog, shoehorning yourself into the spotlight, expecting everyone to fall at your feet and act like you're so amazing - you're not."
It's so tempting to haul off and slug this bastard, but he restrains himself.
"You could snap your fingers and fix every problem in the world, but you'd rather sit around, trying to get in bed with every girl you see. You'd rather do some comic book LARP crap than actually do good, and don't think I didn't notice that your 'Super Squad' was just you getting a bunch of girls to run around in skintight jumpsuits. You say you're not comfortable being called a hero, but spare me the false modesty bullshit - you're nothing but ego, and I was sick of it long before I found out what was going on. You could end world hunger, win this war that just started instantly, fix global warming and poverty, but you'd rather everyone think you're a hero than actually do something. If I had your power, I'd do more good in half an hour than you've done in your whole life. Maybe I'm on crazy pills though, because I'm the only one here, obviously yourself included, who sees you're not the second coming of Christ Himself. I'm sick of your crap, I'm sick of you talking down to me, and I'm sick of you trying to act like Director Allcott."
He actually has to pause and take a breath, around then. He doesn't raise his voice, but his words are still icy enough to freeze Hell. After a moment, he's got a last thing to say to him.
"I'd take a bullet for you, if you were in danger and I could do something about it I'd move stars to bail you out. I'd do that for anybody. But that doesn't mean I like you. I can work with you, but we're not friends, and I'm not going to roll over on my back like some dog for you; we can get along, I'm not gonna go out of my way to give you trouble, but keep that in mind."
Then he looks to Sarah, and the ice remains for a moment, then breaks up. He steps away from Eric and looks at her like she's the only person in the world.
"And you. It's, um, it's hard to say. I was ready to forgive you for cheating on me long ago, I've tried to get in touch with you, so we could work things out, but you were ignoring me. Acting like I didn't even fucking exist; I don't know what's up, because you haven't said anything, but eventually I decided to just give you your space. And when you finally acknowledge me, you look at me like I've never been anything to you. I'm sorry, for everything, but for fuck's sake, Sarah. Give me a shot at least; I'm not psychic."
He's not done, but the cracks start getting bigger, and tears start to roll down his cheeks.
"I love you. There've been times I haven't been good at showing it and there've been times I've been so afraid of how I felt for you that I didn't know what to do with it, but I do; all this time whatever's going on has been going on, I've felt like a guy trapped in the desert with nothing to drink. I must have hurt you somehow, for you to do all this, but I can't do anything about it if you don't let me try!"
After a moment, he manages to look her square in the eye, even though he's in obvious pain seeing the look she's giving him. The anger.
"I'm actually begging you here - one of us could die out there, so if that happens, don't let my last memory of you be all this. I know this isn't the best time to patch all this up, there's a war on, but please, let me try. At least open the door, and if all this works out, when things calm down we can try it all again. You're damn right I'm mad about all this, but you're too important to me for me to let that get in the way. Just fucking talk to me, Sarah, don't act like I've never been worth anything to you. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, okay? Nobody can be Superman."
Not even Eric fucking Phillips. By this point he's shaking like a leaf, though, from dumping out all the emotions and every pent up word he's said to each of them. And, quite honestly, the fear. He took on that Imperial scout no problem, but right now she terrifies him.
"Just... please. All I want you to do is give me a chance. Not here in this office, just... in general. One chance to talk all this out and open the door. I love you too much to let it all end here, like this. I beg you, don't just throw me away like I'm nothing."
"I'm not always in charge. But in both the bank and the wayward missions I was acting as team lead. You may have noticed literally everyone else following orders if you'd get over yourself. As for the super squad I haven't made anyone wear anything. Including the men in the group."
Aaron himself had been included in that, like Murdoch.
"You can rant about how you would move heaven and earth to save me all you want, but you are the one with personal beef. You are the one trying to make this personal. All of my problems have been professional and I've done nothing but be nice to you. But try to be a friend, work it out in private, and even saved your life more than once. But if you want to judge me on how I use my power. Okay. How can I end the world? How can I stop world hunger? How would you deal with the repercussions of my power which is literally ripping holes in reality and apparently causing irreversible damage to space and time itself. Which is why I've stopped using my power. But while I did use it, I used it to protect, I used it to bring joy, and yeah I used it for fun. All I've seen you do with yours is hurt people. Violence for every solution, every problem.
But you know what, I've never had to rant about how you use your powers because I respect that people have different views on how to use themselves to better the world around them. And I could respect that you felt you were doing what you thought was best. But don't spout a bunch of junk saying you can work with me and you'd take a bullet for me. You've already shown you can't, or won't."
He had nothing to say about his display to Sarah, other than to feel embarrassed for him that he had to witness this awkward and desperate display.
As the boys argued, Sarah put her hands in her jacket pockets and stared at them both.
"I really have no clue why you've brought these personal problems in here, Aaron," she said with a little shrug. "I mean, we're all agents here, right? Professionally, we should be able to work together, no matter what is going on. If our problems and your problems with everybody else have affected you so much that you had to bring us in to Director Makaila, then maybe you SHOULDN'T go to war."
She paused for a moment to stare at him, wondering if that was what this was all about. The impending war... Is that what had made him so... whatever this is?
"Look. I get it. We all have personal shit to figure out. But I'm a little more focused on getting into and out of Europe, with me and my team alive. I fucked up, but it hasn't exactly been my focus. I've been a bit more concerned with the Empire. So you're right. I haven't been talking to you. Or ANYONE. I have had things to think about."
Without moving, she appraised him with her gaze, lips pursed.
"Maybe you should check your priorities. You ignored orders because of me. Something has happened in order for the Director to call us all in here. I'm assuming, since it's just me and Eric, that is has to do with us. But it's time to put teenage drama aside for a little while, don't you think? You keep doing all of this stuff because of ME. I can't help but feel I'm a distraction to you."
"Why do you think I said I know now isn't the best time? Why I said all I want is the chance to work this out once all's said and done? To prove myself to you? And for the last time, I didn't want to bring you in here. I begged the Director to let me just talk to you like a normal human being instead of this huge display, because the moment I heard his announcement I wanted to see you anyway. I'm as mad about this as you are. No offence, sir; I respect the hell out of you, I like you, and I understand why, but there must've been another way."
He stares at her, slowly, steadily starting to calm down, but still obviously hurt. Still obviously afraid.
"And look, that's fine. I understand. The war's been on my mind too; you want to know why I disappeared? I've been working on myself. Trying to make myself better. Thinking about everything - including some of what Eric just said. I haven't been acting like the hero I want to be, or the person you deserve, and I've been trying to fix that. To think on what I have to do then do it. Professionally, I have zero problems with you, nothing that would make me unable to work with Eric, give me a way to prove it and I'll do it. And you asked for my grievances, so there, I gave them to you. Goddamn right I was upset about you stabbing me in the back, and goddamn right not having any idea why, or any way to talk to you, or even knowing if you were still around made it worse. Like I said, I'm willing to forgive you, I just - it hurt, okay? More than anything I've ever felt. I was in pain and maybe I've been lashing out and I'm sorry, to both of you. I used to want you to think I'm made of steel, some invincible bulwark against everything bad out there, but I'm not. I've been walking around with all this pent up for a long time now and once I started letting it out I just couldn't stop."
Though, deep down... he can't help but be proud of the strength she's showing right now, even through the pain. How completely she'd transformed from how he first knew her.
"I can go, I can fight. I'll prove you're not just a distraction. I just have one thing to ask you, if you'll allow me to?"
Sarah saw the shift in Eric's gaze and returned it for a moment, giving a shrug.
"I'm going to have to repeat myself here, Aaron. Right now, our relationship problems... you 'proving' yourself to me... That's not as important as you're making it out to be. You're entirely too focused on me. You've ruined whatever relationships you might have outside of work with my two best friends and the man I consider my brother. You have gotten yourself in some kind of trouble. You're focused solely on your training and ME. What else do you do, Aaron? What do you do for FUN?"
She sighed softly, her gaze falling for a moment. This was starting to really get under her skin.
"You've got this damn hero complex and I don't get... why. If you want so desperately to be a hero, then why is this even a thing right now? Why are you focusing on me and not the WAR?"
He'd look over to Jack, wondering if this was all he was needed for but sensing that this was obviously not the time to ask. Besides, he didn't want to ditch Sarah in this horribly awkward situation.
"How've I ruined anything with Becca? I never even see her, and you know I worked things out with Angel. And you know a bunch of the things I do for fun outside of you, and all this."
And seriously, people, he enjoys exercising. It's fun and makes him happy. What's wrong with that?
No defiance or argument there, just... confusion. Curiosity. He shrugs it off after a moment, falling into an expression she'd maybe recognise, whenever he's just been drinking in everything she says and digesting it. If she really wants him to list off every non-superhero hobby he's got, fine, but he figures a lot of that she should already know.
"And it's a thing by accident, Sarah. I asked Director Makaila to let me go into the field, he asked who I'm trying to work things out with, I told him I've been trying to talk to the two of you. Bam. I didn't have a choice in the matter. He told me to fix all the stuff I'm upset about or he wouldn't let me go. And you're right, I am focussed on the war - this is about letting me go out at all, and I wanted to talk to you before we go so I wouldn't be carrying all this onto the battlefield. I wanted to talk to you myself so things wouldn't be all awkward, and the war is the thing I wanted to ask you about."
And why he'd asked permission. He sighs, crossing his arms and trying to breathe out all the tension. It doesn't entirely work, but he's slowly calming down. Seeing her and starting to let everything else out had just overloaded him emotionally, for a bit there.
"I was going to ask you to take me to Europe, as part of your team. I want to fight, and I'm pretty damn sure I can guess who you're going after - if I'm right, I want to make sure he can never hurt anyone again just as badly as you do. I'll do everything you say and I'll make damn sure the job gets done, but I want to be there to back you up. It's not about being too focussed on you, it's where I want to be and where I feel like I can do the most good. Besides, then you can see for yourself I'm willing to put all this before anything personal."
But there is that, in part. No way in hell would he not try to be there while she risks her life a world away. He'd rather drop dead right here and now than have something happen to her and be unable to do anything about it.
"Though I guess that depends on Director Makaila, really. If he'll let me go. Sir?"
He looks over his shoulder to acknowledge Jack, right there!
"I'm sorry for getting angry at you, about all this."
Slowly, the fine hairs on her arms rose and she clenched her teeth. Her fists balled tight inside her jacket pockets and her eyes flashed, clear of the cloud that had just whispered over them. It took her a solid second before she did finally speak.
"Are you DAFT?!" she demanded, her voice low and quiet. She was quivering with the effort it took for her to keep herself under control. "I have to go after him in Europe BECAUSE of you, and you expect me to TRUST you, after ALL of this, to have my back and the backs of my teammates? You want me to trust you not to KILL him again?"
She shook her head fiercely from side to side before settling her gaze upon Aaron once more. She finally removed one hand from her pocket and delicately drew her fingers along the ugly scar on her clavicle and shoulder, feeling it as if it were alive there.
"I'm doing my damnedest NOT to make this personal. I'm looking at that BASTARD as just another of the Empire, another person to be brought DOWN. And YOU want to make this PERSONAL? This isn't a professional attitude, Silverman! YOU ARE MAKING THIS PERSONAL."
"I didn't kill him on purpose, you fucking know that! I want to go to fix my screwup, because you're right, I'm why he's still out there hurting people! I won't run in with that attitude, I'm going to be professional, but no shit I want to make up for what happened in that warehouse."
She'd finally drawn some fire out of him, and he stares her down. Confidence. Strength. Anger, but not full icy rage - this is hot, passionate. Frustrated.
"Expect you to? I want you to, that's all. I'm asking, not demanding, because I can't prove I can be trusted without the chance to prove that! I've made mistakes, but I'm not a fucking idiot, Sarah; I'm not going to make those mistakes again. I've already learnt those lessons the hard way."
It's naive to think everything will get fixed in one conversation. This is just getting everything into the air for once, because they've obviously both been just ignoring every problem and penning everything up instead of talking about anything.
"If I go, I'll follow your orders to the T. Everything you say, I'll do. If I break that promise, send me back home and I'll take whatever punishment the Director chooses to give me."
Because it's not that he doesn't want to take orders. It's that jealousy and resentment made him unwilling to take Eric's orders. Which was wrong of him, but maybe he's crossed the Rubicon.
"Professionally, I will do my absolute fucking best to make sure I've got everyone's backs out there. There won't be another mission like that wayward house. You know me - if I promise something, I do it, and right now I'm promising you."
He's hated himself every day for what happened down there. It wouldn't happen again.
She went entirely too still as she stared at him, letting every word drop like a stone into a pond. Her rage was so complete that she felt sick to her stomach, her eyes going completely dull. She took one deep breath...
Then, she stepped forward, raised a hand, and back-handed him as hard as she could manage, with as much speed as the short distance would allow.
Aaron doesn't say anything! He turns his head with the blow, cheek reddening, then looks back at her, glaring. His muscles tense up, his legs bend, his shoulder pulls back in that slight telegraph she might have noticed from sparring sessions...
And he doesn't hit her back. He can't bring himself to actually throw a punch at her. So he stares, seething. His instincts say to knock her on her ass for that, but she's too important to him for him to lift a finger.
Sarah stared hard at Aaron, expecting him to hit her. When he didn't, she scoffed at him and turned her back to him, walking a few steps away before stopping, and speaking over one shoulder.
The scoff makes him even angrier! Angry enough the room starts getting darker, even though he doesn't make any aggressive moves. After a moment, it stops, but he's still standing there, fists clenched.
"We're not done. But go, I'll find you later. You shouldn't've had to come up here, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for letting this all get mixed up."