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Doc entered the business, an amused smirk on his face. Who knew Elizabeth owned this place. Hidden layers.

‹Elizabeth› Elizabeth was standing inside the shop, browsing the skates that were hanging up when she glanced to the door that had opened, eyes falling on Doc. She smiled, but couldn't help and notice Doc's smirk. "Thank you for meeting me." She said, her eyes bouncing around the shop, before returning to him. "What is your shoe size?" She glanced down to his feet, both hands coming to rest on her right hip, on top the red sweater she wore.

‹Doc› "My shoe size?" His smirk became a wary sideways glance. "Eleven and a half...?" He added somewhat questioningly. He, who had been preoccupied by the name of the place, not the contents, suddenly became even more wary. "Skates?" He winced, then grimaced, then frowned. "why?"


‹Elizabeth› The look did not go unnoticed, the woman smirking herself now. "I take it you are not a fan, or perhaps, not a good ice skater? If it is the latter, worry not. Your secret is safe with me, for I too, am no graceful swan upon the ice." Elizabeth said amusingly, before a brow raised high. "You are not afraid...are you?" She asked, moving to the aisle that advanced in skate size.

Doc followed her, taking his time before answering. "Fan? Can't say I am or not. I have never tried it." He answered, only to have her quirk that eyebrow at him in that saucy way of hers, afraid? What was the was the worst that could happen? He fall, break a leg.. become a laughing stock.. or.. refuse, she consider him a coward, and become a laughing stock. So it was clear it was a lose lose situation. **** him.. he was going to break his leg. "Me? Afraid? No.. leery.. **** yes."

‹Elizabeth› The blonde haired woman listened while she browsed for his size. There was a brown pair of skates and a couple of black in Doc's size. The woman gave Doc a wayward glance before opting for the black, a smile upon her lips. "Well, after tonight, you can never confess to never trying it before." She said, her bright blue eyes looking up at Doc, her smile amused. "Leery? Do you believe I would let anything too dreadful happen to thee?" Her lips pressed together in a thin line to hold back the laugh that almost came out of her. "I would very much like to share this experience with thee." Elizabeth said quietly before looking towards the counter where a beige colored set of skates in her size were resting.

‹Doc› "I am quite willing to give it try. I cannot.. however.. profess any ability whatsoever. Complete novice.." As the word left his mouth, he had to repress a shudder. Novice. The word had always bothered him. "Hopefully I will give a decent accounting of myself." The words were said with more bravado than he actually felt. A thought of himself crashing and breaking multiple bones flashed through his mind, before he looked at her boldly. "If I fail.. I require you to back any story I devise that doesn't have me.. falling on my *** in an ignoble way.. agreed?"

‹Elizabeth› Elizabeth's sapphire colored eyes returned to Doc as he spoke, then returned the same stare he offered her. "That is agreeable. It is the least I could do, should some unfortunate fate befall upon thee. With one exception-the tale has to be exciting-I do love a good tale." Elizabeth slipped around him slowly. "They will need to sharpen these." She stopped besides him. "That is, if black is the agreeable choice, and not the brown." She looked at him questioningly, as she tipped the box she had in her possession in Doc's direction for inspection.

‹Doc› "Black is quite acceptable.." he said in answer to her last question first, "And a good tale.. " He paused thoughtfully. "It has always been my thought that good exciting tale was one that was heroic, outlandish, and has a twist at the end." He thought for a moment. "It will have to have pirates. Pirates are always exciting."


‹Elizabeth› She laughed and shook her head. "There are no pirates in Harper Rock." Elizabeth stated, but sounded slightly hesitant as the words came out. She actually had no proof that they didn't exist, come to think of it. "Perhaps, we shan't need to worry about such a thing. I am confident that everything will be fine." She nodded her head, before finally moving away from Doc, to make her way to the counter. After a small conversation with the woman behind it, the woman left, put back the skates and grabbed another pair of black ones, with two blades instead of one and more defined toe pick. Elizabeth said a few more words, when the woman returned and then moved from the counter once both sets of skates were purchased. The sales woman took the box with Doc's skates in them and disappeared to the back room, allowing Elizabeth to return back to where Doc was. "Tell me the worst thing about your week." She said, leaving the conversation open. Doc could pick anything-from work, to private life, as Elizabeth made no specifications other than the worst thing.

‹Doc› "******* traffic .. as much snow as we get .. you would think people would know how to ******* drive.. but no. There is being cautious and there is being reckless.. and all drivers fall into those two categories. The ones that cant drive over 5 ******* miles an hour.. and those that drive like ******* maniacs.. because they have no ******* clue. They leave a wake of carnage behind them, that they aren't even aware of. I have had to help two different accidents this week alone. The first was a single mother with a brat in a car seat. The brat cried the whole ******* time.. " he paused, "I told her.. crying is a good sign. Silence is when you need to worry. But.. what would have happened to that kid.. had things been.. worse? Hmm? ******* asshole drivers.."

‹Doc› "**** me.. that felt good.. " He gave her a grin. "thanks."

‹Elizabeth› Driving was something Elizabeth knew nothing about, and found herself suddenly pleased it was something she did not partake in. "Well, had I ever the urge to learn to drive, you certainly, and thankfully so, mind, killed that urge." Elizabeth laughed and smiled. "And you are quite welcome." She said with a dip of her head, as the woman returned with Doc's skates. "Hopefully, the next person that asks this question of thee, will not instigate the urge of confessing to this being the worst part of your week." Elizabeth laughed softly, a devious glint in her eyes as she moved to the counter to collect an over sized bag that held both boxes of ice skates. "Ready?" Elizabeth inquired as she pulled down the red sleeves of her sweater dress, before heading to the door's entry.

Doc nodded. He was, truth be told, feeling quite good. He moved ahead of her to pull the door open for her. He gave her a surreptitious look. He found it quite cathartic to speak to her. "Yes.. I am .. Lead on Lady Elizabeth."

‹Elizabeth› Elizabeth knew very well that Doc was an intelligent individual and that eventually, he would put two and two together when they arrived at their location and started noticing certain things. But, for now, she was enjoying what it was she knew and what it was he had failed to know, or notice yet. The woman left the shop after the door was held open for her, and she parted her lips to speak. "And what was the second accident? How did that one fare?" She asked as they came to the elevator, the woman shifting the weight of the bags to her other hand so that she may press the button for the elevator. It opened immediately, indicating that it had been on this floor, and she stepped inside of it, and stepped to the right of the opening. The bag found a place behind her petite frame, as she rocked on her black, thigh length boots, enjoying her secret in silence for now.

‹Doc› "The second one." He frowned and sighed. "Older man. I would have put him in his mid 70s. For all intents and purposes, he was hit, and the perpetrator fled the scene. I arrived as third or fourth on the scene afterward. There was nothing to be done. It was frontal lobe trauma. Even though he was still alive .. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he faded. I got word later that evening, that he had passed. Got a call from his widow, two days later who thanked me for what I did. I didn't do a ******* thing except make him comfortable. She wants me at the funeral. What the ****?! That was the hard part. I did not go to my parents funeral.. why would I go to a strangers? But could I tell her that? No. I said I would .. I am not. If she calls me on it.. I will ******* lie.."

‹Elizabeth› She listened and nodded her head. "Well, one could always make up a story about pirates and the like." She said, casting him an amused smile. "In all seriousness, you are a doctor, and I am positive things come up. Emergencies and the like. Certainly, one could use that as an excuse." There were some things that Doc said then, that interested Elizabeth. She could partially relate to. She attended her father's service, but had she the opportunity to attend her mother's, she would not have gone. "Hopefully, the person who was the root of the cause is found and prosecuted." Elizabeth offered, as the elevator came to a slow stop. Before the doors pulled open, Elizabeth reached her free hand out and grazed Doc's shoulder. "I will be right after you." She said, figuring the quickest way to get to their destination was to teleport the both of them there. Him first and then her. Risky? Maybe, but they were alone and the security camera inside the elevator, wasn't really a problem anymore...The wonders of being a telepath. Once he was gone, she followed after him, arriving within the heart of Thornside park, not far from the large body of water that was now frozen.

Doc was almost about to speak to her, to tell her that truth, that the man had died and his killer would never be caught. But that was forestalled when he was suddenly teleported to a location he had not been prepared for. "**** me.. " He drew a deep breath and counted to ten. Int he past, whenever he was teleported he had been warned, he had subconsciously braced for it. But this time he was displaced with no warning. On the one hand, he now knew the discomfort that it can cause, he would use that to his advantage in the future, as he had to tell his hand forcibly to NOT pull the gun that was half out of the shoulder holster. On the other hand, he wanted to hurl. It was not a feeling he was expecting. he forced his body to relax. When she coalesced beside him, he gave her a pressed lip look, "A heads up next time would be appreciated.. "


‹Elizabeth› There were usually two types of people in regards to being teleported, Elizabeth found. Those that didn't mind it and those that did. There was seldom an in-between, and now she knew more or less how Doc felt about it. Tonight was shedding a lot of light about the type of person Doc was. Some of it, not so surprising, as he had warned her in advance about his personality and the way he spoke. But, it appeared to be honest and so, Elizabeth was unphased by most of what he said. It wasn't as if she had never heard any form of 'foul' language before. "Should there be a next time, I assure thee, I will give a proper amount of notice." Elizabeth said with a nod of her head before her eyes glanced to the small body of water. There were only a handful of people on the ice at best. Some with skates, a couple without skates. "They are made of leather, and so like any shoe, they will take some time to get used to. Should you find you enjoy skating, that is. If not, well, you can sell them at best, for a third of the price to someone online." She said with a laugh before moving towards a bench near the lip of the ice.


‹Doc› "Thank you.. " His tone was grudgingly accepting. Her amused look at him, made him feel as if he was being petty. What the ****? Wasn't it just polite to warn someone?! Sure ..when you are hunting someone, you want the upset, out of sorts and not at their best.. but. when you.. He looked pointedly about him, expect someone to skate on a razor blade.. you would give them a heads up right? Grumbling to himself silently, he moved to a bench and se4t about .. tying on the death blades to his feet. "Some time?" sliding a look at Elizabeth, "So more than once.. " Did she mean to want to do this repeatedly? That would mean.. she didn't mind his company. He grinned to himself, while saying without looking at her, "Is this to be a weekly event?"


‹Elizabeth› While Doc worked on his set of skates, Elizabeth worked on her pair. There were noticeable differences between his and her skates, outside the color and size. His skates had two blades, while hers only had one. His blades were thicker, and hers were slightly thinner. When Doc inquired about having to skate again, Elizabeth nodded her head. "Well, so long as there is ice..." She laughed before standing up, both hands coming out at her side as Elizabeth found her balance and center. Once that was achieved, she very slowly tip-toed to the ice and once again arms stretched out and she wobbled and wavered just a little before she stood there, unphased. "That is, if one enjoys such an experience. If not, perhaps the next time, we could do something more accommodating to your likes." Elizabeth said as waited for him to make his way on to the ice.


‹Doc› Tying the laces, at first he pulled them tight. He Stood up. It was ******* uncomfortable. He flashed to Tayna Harding whining about her laces when her routine ******* sucked hairy balls. He sat back down and relaced. "Ice... This is ******* Canada.. we always .. have ice. It can be May and we will still have ice." After anoter couple of minutes.. Lacing complete.. He stood up. Took a few tentative steps.. and managed to stay on his feet. This was EASY.


‹Elizabeth› Doc had a point. It could very well be April or early May before the Canada was rid of its evident signs that winter was cold and sometimes unkind. "Then, should we have snow until May, I assure thee, your skates will be broken in." She said with a confident nod of her head, before Elizabeth slowly glided over to Doc, revealing that she may know how to skate...somewhat, after all. "I have a small...confession..." Elizabeth started with an amused tone to her voice, while she circled around Doc, the turn somewhat wobbly. "As put by a friend....I may have been less than honest when suggesting we go ice skating. I may be no swan, but I am no stranger to ice, nor blades." Elizabeth laughed before she looped an arm through one of Doc's. "Forgive me?" She looked over at him, as the woman began to tug him with her, in a slow, cautious glide.


‹Doc› "I see nothing to forgive.. I could drink.. You couldn't.. didn't stop me from luring you to a splattering end.. I would say.. this is 'touche'" As she looped his arm with her, he wobbled horribly. Though he managed to catch himself, awkwardly at the last second. Oh ****. Yes.. he was going to fall.. and badly at some point. But fair was fair. He focused more on his footing. yet.. that seemed the exact -wrong- thing to do. Because now every move that he intended to be slight, was magnified substantially. His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed into a frown, he barely managed to give Elizabeth a fleeting look as he went down.


‹Elizabeth› Elizabeth felt the wobble as she linked arms with his. In offering to be a form of support for him, it seemed it was the exact opposite of her intentions. Perhaps, the woman should have left well enough alone. Just as she was going to try and give him some advice, Doc was jutting to the left, veering to the right and soon he was going down. And that meant so was she. There was a sound of surprise that escaped her lips as they both went down on the ice. Whether it was going down by surprise and not from her own fault, or just bad luck, Elizabeth put her free arm out and braced her fall with it, the bone between her wrist and her elbow making a loud snapping noise as her wrist hit the ice. The woman's back finally hit the ice after her arm took most the fall and she just laid on the cold ice. Then she laughed before her head rolled in his direction. "You broke my arm!" She accused him after groaning, without so much an ounce of anger in her voice. "I suppose it serves me right. Luring you out here under false pretense."


Doc flailed as he went down. He did try.. ineffectively.. nto to take Elizabeth down with him. He failed. Miserably. He was in mid fall, as he heard the gasped whoop of surprise from Elizabeth just as he landed backwards on his tailbone, then his back. He groaned. He heard her accusation, just before he winced and rolled to the side to look at her. "*I* broke your arm!? I submit you dragged me down!" There were a few in the crowd that skated over to offer assistance. "Help her first.. She panicked. She is in a fragile state..." He nodded, then  said softly,  "Whatever you do.. do not say the word 'pirate'.. "


‹Elizabeth› And just like that, people came to Elizabeth's assistance. The mention of pirates didn't go amiss, or the fact that she was in a fragile state or that she panicked. Elizabeth, however, did promise and so she would play the part to which she more or less signed up to be. "I think I broke my arm. Don't touch it!" Elizabeth smacked a hand away from the one that belonged to some stranger who was trying to do the chivalrous thing and help her up. "I thought I saw a hole in the ice." Elizabeth explained, steely eyes on Doc, before she laughed and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "It appears that it was just the reflection of the moon." the look in her eyes let Doc know that payback was something Elizabeth was going to be plotting for the next time. "I am quite fine." Elizabeth assured the two people that remained, offering them a tight smile. "Perhaps, it would be wise to call it a night, so that I may have a doctor tend to this, hmm?" Elizabeth's glance flicked in Doc's direction, the same fixed smile on her features.


Doc was all conciliatory and gentlemanly as people fawned over and mothered Elizabeth. He watched her swatting this hand then that hand away. Yes she didn't want anyone touching her. He understood that. He didn't like being touched either. he motioned to one stout man to help him to his feet. In scant seconds, he was on his blades in no time flat. He saw her less than pleased look. "Yes.. a doctor is precisely what she needs." He made sure he was steady on his feet. "I will take her. I will make sure she gets the best attention possible. I know some people."  Doc gave the Samaritans a genuine look as he reached for his business card.  "I'll make sure she is fine. Here is my card if you want to follow up." The look he gave Liz was one that said.. 'two can play that game'.