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After the Sharktopus nonsense, Mac decides she's going to rest for a few days. She has a severely sprained ankle that really limits her ability to walk and sand is out of the question unless she wants to just make it worse. While it's frustrating to her, she doesn't mind being in the house for a few days and spending some time just reading books and keeping her own company, which she doesn't particularly mind.

She does, however, miss Jackson and hopes he'll be by to check on her and her stupid injury. She hears a knock at her cottage door and calls out so she doesn't have to get up.

"It's open! I'm in bed." Bed is the most comfortable place to lay around with books, after all, and Mac pushes her reading glasses up on her nose and squints at the tiny print.

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[allfleshandblood]

"I come bearing gifts," he says, walking into the bedroom with fruit in a bag over his shoulder. "How's the patient?"

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"I have reached the cranky portion of my convalescence," Mac says, grinning up at him. "It's just going to make me angrier to injure myself more and so I decided to be cranky in my house instead of trying to walk anywhere."

[allfleshandblood]

"Very wise," he says, dropping down to sit on an available chair. "What can I do to make it better?"

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"Well, unless you have vicodin, I don't know that you can make it better but you can at least check and see it's not broken?" Mac thinks possibly it isn't but it really, really hurts. "I walked on it a little too much yesterday."

[allfleshandblood]

"Jesus, Mac - please tell me someone else has looked at it?" He says, leaning forward in his chair.

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"Noooo," Mac says, embarrassed and guilty about that. How many doctors has she fucked on this island and she can't get her ankle looked at?

"Maybe you should look at it. It's swollen and very painful."

[allfleshandblood]

"You're a trial on my nerves," he says, moving to the bed. "Come here and let me look, darlin'."

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"It's just a sprain, probably. I've had worse." Mac knows that he knows this because he's fucked her enough times to see the scar she got from being stabbed. She slides closer and shifts her leg so her ankle is more easily accessible.

"I just kept walking on it and it got worse."

[allfleshandblood]

"Why do people always say that like it makes it better?" He says, bending his head to examine her. He touches gently, turning her ankle slowly.

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Mac winces a little as he turns the ankle. "Is it broken? It really, really hurts."

It's not the worst pain she's experienced but it's the worst pain she's had in a while.

[allfleshandblood]

"It's not broken," he says, his fingers smoothing over her skin. "At least, I'm as sure as I can be that it isn't. It's a bad strain and you're goin' to need to keep it raised. And nothing strenuous."

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"Well that counts out anything fun, doesn't it?" Mac says, laughing a little. She has to push her glasses up a little because they've slid back down. "At least I can catch up on reading. I've got about six months worth of news magazines to go through."

[allfleshandblood]

"I'll attempt to restrain myself," he says, staying on the bed with her, reaching for one of her magazines to flip through it. "For the good of your ankle,"

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"However will you resist the charms of my middle-aged body?" Mac teases, flashing him a grin. "Although, at least I've been getting plenty of cardio lately with all the sex."

[allfleshandblood]

"If you need me to tell me that there's nothing wrong with your body then I ain't be doin' this right," he says, reaching out to brush his fingers against her hip. "And it has been kinda active, hasn't it?"

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"It has. I think my body is enjoying the time off. Not that it isn't wonderful, it is," Mac insists. "Just, it's nice to not have to worry about looking my best for a few days."

[allfleshandblood]

He leans down to unlace his boots before he stretches out next to her, flipping through the magazines in her hand. "What are you so worried about me seein'?"

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"It's sex, isn't it? I'm supposed to be ridiculously attractive all the time," Mac says, trying in vain to concentrate on an article about congressional redistricting. It's easier to have this conversation if it looks like she's doing something else.

"Sexy underwear, all that. That's not me all the time. I have wobbly bits and a scar and I'm just a normal woman."

[allfleshandblood]

"And there was me thinking I'd inadvertantly fucked a goddess the other night." He rolls his eyes. "I know what you are, Mac. I see you. You see me runnin'?"

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"No, I guess not," Mac says, looking up and giving him a little smile. "Do you want to know what I'm doing right now? I'm reading up on six months of election news back home. It doesn't even matter here, really, but I'm researching for my job. I want to put together a package on congressional districts to present to the Council here because we have discreet populations that aren't accurately represented in a popular vote. Why am I doing it? Because that's who I am. I never stop working."

[allfleshandblood]

"Even here?" he says, marveling a little. "I was quite happy with my life before Reid drafted me in. I coulda lived out my years doin' nothing but when I was doin' already."

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"It's the difference between a job and a calling," Mac decides. She slides her glasses off and hooks them in the neck of her top before looking at him.

"Is it just sex and the occasional orthopedic visit?"

[allfleshandblood]

"I don't know if I've ever been called to anything. Sort of just...fell from thing to thing my whole life. I liked the Pinks better than the Army, at least." He looks at her for a long moment, head tilted. "I'm not sure I understand the question, darlin'."

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"This thing," Mac says, motioning between them. "Is it just sex or are you interested in the things I have to say when I'm not fucking you? I don't want to bore you with my personal life if that's not the arrangement we have."

[allfleshandblood]

"I'm still here, ain't I?" he says, still lying there on the bed, looking up at her. "And, shit, we've both got our clothes on, so I figure I must be interested in listening to you talk."