Nikolai's Room at the Arms Hotel, Monday Morning

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Sunday night, Kathy and Nikolai had gone to bed a happily--and, uhh, enthusiastically--married couple who had been together for twenty years at that point. They had survived a zombie apocalypse, the death of almost everyone they had known and loved, an old enemy of Nick's who could control the undead, a man who could control minds by use of a code phrase, and a bunch of other really weird stuff in that time. They knew one another in and out, up and down, and there was no question in either of their minds that they belonged together.

This was not true of the Kathy and Nick who would be waking up together. Twenty years and multiple catastrophes younger, they couldn't be called strangers, but they weren't yet entirely friends, either. Allies, was a good word for it, perhaps even partners, on those nights when one or the other of them ended up on the opposite coast and decided to go out for a night of costumed vigilante justice. Even patching Nick up after a bullet wound didn't really prepare either of them for the morning after a weekend like that.

Add that to the already fading memories of said zombie apocalypse and that resulted in a Kathy whose state up mind upon awakening could be summed up as something along the lines of oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Good times.

[For the guy mentioned please and SP!]

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Nick's lips twitched a little more. Christ, this girl...

"You sell yourself too short, baby. You were the mayor of LA, there, you know."

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Kathy rolled over to face him, keeping the sheets up over her chest. "Well, at first because no one else wanted the job that..." Her brow furrowed, trying to remember. "...that we trusted, I think."

Things were blurring already. Small details so far, but they were melting away like snow in rain.

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All the more reason for Nick to keep pushing, to try to talk about more than just... them.

"This is commonly known as 'politics,' Kathy. Then they wanted you back. So you must've done something right."

You know. After most of Los Angeles had died, and all.

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He was free to take the reigns of the conversation anytime he wanted. But he couldn't blame her for being hesitant to face all of that right away.

"And me being mayor has made you unconcerned that I'm not going to fall all over you again? I'll have to remember this for the future." Kathy snickered. "'No, don't worry, I'm not falling for you, I was mayor of ex-LA once.' I'll use that on all the guys who think I've got a crush on them, thanks for the tip."

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"No, no," Nick protested. "That was my counter to you being too hard on yourself."

That wasn't going to stop him from turning a teasing grin her way all the same.

"But damn, Mayor Li. You can probably do better than a motorcycle cowboy, anyway."

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"You mean a superhero turned sheriff, who devotes himself to keeping other people safe, both before, during, and after the apocalypse?" Kathy smirked, waggling her eyebrows at him comedically. "Yeah, you're a real deadbeat."

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Only you, Kathy, could crack jokes about the actual, for real apocalypse that some future you had lived through. Nick was actually kind of impressed.

"Also, I hear I'm real full of myself."

She'd missed a thing, see? He was helping.

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See? There was a method to her conversational madness!

"Oh, you're right," she said, looking stricken. "Dealbreaker. You can see yourself out of my hotel room, Bartamian, can't you? I can't handle anyone full of themselves!"

Wait, wasn't she supposed to be arguing for the opposite?

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Clearly, Kathy didn't do this often.

"Well, if you insist, baby." Nick was even going to get out of bed at that, keeping his back to her so he could rummage for his pants without flashing her a full frontal. You're welcome, Kathy. "Just one thing about that, though."

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Kathy immediately looked up to the ceiling, doing her best to be polite.

She...might have snuck a single glance. One. Just in appreciation for the show, obviously! But after that, totally eyes up on the ceiling.

"Yeeeees?"

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Nick had to glance over his shoulder at her and just smirk, at that.

"This is my hotel room. You've still got your dorm room, don't you?"

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He had a point. For all that Kathy was sure that 'her office' had made the arrangements for them to stay, 'her office' didn't actually exist anymore. If it ever would. And even if that weren't true, the name that it would be reserved under would be Bartamian anyway.

"...Good point, well-made." Kathy couldn't help but laugh at that. "Does that mean you're staying and I'm getting kicked out?"

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Her office probably hadn't been around on Friday night to pay for Nikolai's hotel room before the change. But it was nice of her office to make certain they had a roof over their heads over the course of the weekend itself.

"Nah. Mostly just means you'll have to try harder to get rid of me than that."

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Kathy had yet to stop laughing. That was the most surprising thing about Nick; the sheer amount of time she spent laughing with--at--him. How much fun they had together, both on rooftops and off.

"I suppose since it's your room, I can let you stay. Even if there might not be room in the bed for you, me, and your ego."

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Nick snorted, finally locating his underwear and starting to pull them on.

"Well, I guess one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor. Do you prefer me or the ego?"

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My, that ceiling was fascinating.

"Technically, it's your room, so I should probably take the floor," Kathy snarked. "But as mayor of LA, I think I'm going to pass an executive order and declare your ego floored. You take up less room."

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Okay, so help him, the girl was getting faster on the draw every time he talked to her, and he couldn't help but take a moment to just laugh, open and easy.

"Shit, you got me there," he chuckled, once the brunt of the laughter had passed.

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Kathy glanced at him and grinned. He was...really, really attractive when he laughed for real. He softened, seemed almost boyish, rather than all hard edges and leather. Though speaking of hard edges, Nick's chest--

Nope! Hey look, she was also sliding out of the bed, starting the hunt for her own clothing. It seemed the thing to do and, besides, it would keep her eyes to herself, since willpower didn't seem to be helping much.

"Also, I bet your ego doesn't snuggle. Which you do, by the way. In case you were wondering."

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"I wasn't wondering." Shit, she was getting out of bed? Nikolai managed, barely, to resist the brief temptation to peek. She was some other Nick's wife, in some crazy future they weren't even sure was ever going to happen. And... yeah, still way younger than he was. "But I suppose it's good to know."

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Kathy paused, halfway through the process of grabbing her shirt, looked at him, confused. "You didn't know? I'd been teasing."

How was that something he didn't know? She would have figured that he would've figured this out roughly twelve girlfriends ago or something.

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Wait, what? Nick actually did glance her way at that. For... all of a second. And then he had a mighty 'oh shit' moment and looked directly back up at the ceiling.

Well, fuck.

"No, not really. I don't end up sharing my bed with people until morning unless the island is up to something, generally."

And, honestly, since the whole 'killer eyes' thing, he didn't generally end up sharing a bed at all. Which was a pretty shitty deal, for the record.

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"Ahhhh." There was a world of understanding in that one syllable, yes.

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Well. That had been... a sound, there.

"Good 'ah,' bad 'ah?'"

Sometimes, you just had to know.

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"Neutral 'ah,' I promise," Kathy said, being honest. "I don't have enough experience to make a value judgment." That sounded like a cop-out, so after a moment of silence added, "What experience I do have? It doesn't exactly involve romantic dinners and roses, either."

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Nick took a moment to contemplate that, and then he nodded, satisfied that her answer was about as good as they were going to get, and willing to drop the subject fairly quickly, anyway.

Much as he liked the girl, talking about the finer details of his suffering sex life was something he'd rather avoid.

"For what it's worth," he said instead, "'I got married' isn't even in the top five when it comes to shit about this weekend that surprised me, anyway."