A note for davidshaw

[mute_clay]

Clay isn’t certain whether David has already left for Rome. He doesn’t think so. He is fairly certain that David would come round to say goodbye. Or call.

He walks over to Allan’s house on his way to the diner. He could use some reassurence before going to try and talk with Callie but David doesn’t seem to be in. He writes a note to him and leaves it there.

Hi David

I met Callie’s friend. Walker says it’s somebody you might know. His name is Alexander except it sounds a little stupiddifferent.

I don’t trust him.

Will Callie be all right you think?

I should go apologize to her. I sort of yelled at him.

~Clay

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay tells him that he had mentioned it to Walker and that Walker had told him it sounded like a guy he had seen with David.

And that Callie had said she'd met somebody and he figured it was this guy. Because of the way he had been - touching her.

He can feel his jaw clench.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Walker??? How the fuck would --" But it isn't important how Walker knows. David can feel a flush to his face. He wonders how many others know.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay can tell that David is truly upset by this. He's got no idea why.

Is he - will she be safe with him?

It's not a good way to phrase it and he knows that David will be able to tell that he doesn't like this friend of his much but saying what he really thinks will be far worse.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Let's go inside." David motions towards the house.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods and they go inside. He starts making coffee, mainly to have something to do with his hands.

The fairy carving is on the table.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

David doesn't even see the carving. He is so lost in his thoughts. He is grateful for the coffee Clay hands him. It gives him something to hold, to prevent the fidgeting and to warm his hands that have turned ice cold.

"This Alexander, Clay." David pauses for a while before continuing, "Can you describe him? What did he look like?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay describes the man, down to the look on his face when Callie looked away and he'd blown a kiss at Clay.

He adds that he had met him before. At Jason's.

He looked at me as if I were dinner.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

Right. So it is Alex. And Callie is his woman. Fucking wonderful.

David rubs his face. "I'll speak to Callie." The less Clay knows the better.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

There is something David isn't telling him.

He is really worried now.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Listen to me. Okay, Stinky?" David drinks his coffee. "Alex is a very bad man."

He starts to laugh then. Because it sounds so fucking funny.

"He is a very bad, bad man. Stay away from him. I'll talk to Callie."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shakes his head.

No. It won't do any good.

He sighs, rubbing his face.

She won't listen David.

She won't. Not if she likes him. She won't care if he is bad. Darkly was.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

David stares at him. "Alex is a rapist and murderer. She can't defend that. Listen to me, Clay. That man has threatened my mother and Alan, do you understand that. He is dangerous. No dramatics, no bullshit. Dangerous. If she is the sort of woman who finds that sort of thing... appealling. Then so be it. She isn't half the woman you painted her to be."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay tries to explain, aware that his movements turn terse and annoyed.

It's not that she likes that. It just doesn't matter to her. Not if she has decided to care. Darkly tried to kill us and -

One leg is bouncing now, the urge to flee so strong it manifests itself physically.

She thought he might have killed me. But she still loved him. She -

Then he sees the look on David's face.

Don't start!

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

David stands up. "Don't start? You leave me the fucking note. Your precious little girlfriend runs around playing lady fucking muck with the same guy who... has threatened to kill Alan and my mother. And you tell me not to fucking start. This is bullshit."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay stands up as well, putting a hand on David's arm but without curling his fingers. Just a flat palm resting against David's arm.

I know. I know what he is. I can smell it. But telling her that won't help. I already have. If he hasn't hurt her she won't listen. She'll believe, she'll be chocked. But she won't listen.

If David looks close enough he'll be able to tell that Clay is terrified.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"So him hurting other people wont be enough?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

A sigh.

She thinks that if she -

His left leg is trembling again, so close to running.

If she loves him enough, he'll stop.

He isn't sure this is true but he thinks that is why.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Then they're perfect for each other. From what I can work out, that is his excuse too. If someone only loved him well enough and long enough then all would be right in the world." His voice is icy. "It seems I am the only fucker who has worked out that not everyone deserves love and it isn't everyone else's obligation to give it whenever it is asked for."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shakes his head sharply. That is not true. He doesn't believe that. Callie loved Darkly and that didn't stop him, did it?

And it is clear enough that David doesn't like Callie, so he won't understand anyway.

His fingers are trembling a little as well now. But he can't run away. He has to talk with Callie first. Warn her. Try and warn her.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Look, I'll warn Callie. What she does then... that is her business, right?" Afterall, that is what everyone said of him and he had suffered a lot more at Krycek's hands than Callie was ever likely to.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay removes his hand. It's trembling now. He nods. Then he tells David that he is going to see Callie today anyway, clasping his hands behind his back to stop them from trembling.

Of course it won't just be Callie's business. Not if Alexander is really like that. But he doesn't say that.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Do you want to go now, with me?" David is obviously angry. Callie hasn't even been hurt and there is this fuss.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks at the look on David's face, the way he stands.

Then his eyes widen.

Alexander?
He didn't just threaten you did he?

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"He did what he did. And I did what I did. And that is that." David doesn't even blink. "Do you want to go see your Callie or not?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods, a little absentmindedly.
He'll go see Callie.

He feels dizzy all of a sudden, the blood pounding in his ears.

He is looking down on his hands. There isn't any blood on them. But there could be.