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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Hektor finds a door and then the hunter Kou'te-bpe steps back into a place he hasn't been in years. He has his weapons, his trophies, but nothing else. Everything that belongs to him that is not for war is Rhene's, now.

The smells are nearly overwhelming, and he stands still while he lets himself reacquaint with them. His skin is bronzed, where it is not scarred, and he is dressed in a way far more familiar to Hektor, son of Priam, than to Ace McShane.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

The Bar dressed Annie in the garb of the greatest South Seas pirate of all time- yes, that includes the men; at the height of her power Mrs. Cheng (or Mrs. Ching, depending on whose transliteration you use) commanded the allegiance of something like fifty thousand ships. Annie is not aware of this, only of the fact that it really is a rather impressive outfit- and it seems to be getting her some very good tea.

All of this is forgotten the moment she looks towards the door. It's a wonder she doesn't drop her teacup in her moment of shock.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon doesn't say anything. He drops his gear on the ground and sweeps toward Annie with the steps of someone who is more likely to step on people than around them, then drags her out of her chair and into an embrace with his face pressed against her neck so that he can just smell her.

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

For half a moment there'd been a lurking fear that it wasn't Spoon at all, only someone from some time in the past with his face- Harry told her about Father, after all, she knows how it can go. But that lasted only half a moment, and now Annie's got her arms around someone even more weirdly dressed then herself. "Spoon," she says, not quite choking but coming very close to it. "Oh, thank God, you're back, you're all right- are you all right?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

He's not letting go for a while, ta. He's home. He really, really is, and while he's still sorry that he couldn't bring Rhene with him this is all it takes to assure himself that he's where he belongs.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Happy clicking from the rafters above! It's neither surprised nor relieved; just happy. What? She knew he'd come back.

Christine still breaks an innocent chair dropping down from the rafters to stand beside him, and hopefully he remembers how a Greeting goes, because this is an enthused shoulder reach.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

He remembers, and greets her in return, clicking back at her rapidly. There are lots of hunting stories to share.

And he's been gone a long time.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Good, because it would have been awkward if he'd deflected her hand.

A curious yautja is a pokeful yautja, and Cre'hktdi is a little baffled on a lot of things: like the length of his hair and the spears he carried. There's an appreciative comment about their craftsmanship and a brief thought on how he can cover the gold beads with an alloy to keep them from melting until she remembers he shouldn't be letting his head get that hot anyway, and then--

"But how long were you gone?"

She's kinda confused on this. She's been in and out, but he hasn't been gone that long.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Two years." Kou'te-bpe says, quietly, "Two years by the turning of Earth's sun. Don't know how long it was here."

[md_donighal]

"...Spoon?" That posh bloke in the grey suit blinks. "Where have you been?" He allows himself to notice Spoon's new fashion sense. "And, perhaps more to the point, when have you been?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Troy." Spoon says, "And Dardania. During the reign of Priam." He doesn't know the dates beyond that.

[md_donighal]

"That'd be about three thousand years before your natural time, give or take a fast decade. Speaking of, how long were you there? Besides 'long enough to get that tan'."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Two years." the yautja says, steadily, "I know the history. The dates don't matter that far back."

[bannion_sight]

Kim's half-hidden in a corner of the bar, sitting in a booth with her back against the wall so that she can watch the whole room.

(She's still too wary to be anywhere where someone might come up behind her-- and wants a place where she can see, just in case she sees Sylar. Kim wants to be able to move. Fast.)

When she spots him, the cup of coffee slips from her fingers to the table with a dull 'thud.'

"... Spoon?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Ford." Spoon says after just enough time to remember who she is. It's been years, after all, and he's been the only English speaker around for all of them. "How long have I been gone?"

[bannion_sight]

"Almost two weeks."

She doesn't move yet, although she pushes the mug aside. Kim's looking him over carefully.

"Are you all right?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"It's been a long time." Spoon says, "A very long time...couldn't bring Rhene. Hektor and I were too worried that the door wouldn't come back if I waited."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace makes her daily (at least, daily here) trek to Bar to see if there's been any developments. She gets a very odd scratched up piece of wood, which she stares at in befuddlement for a while.

Look, she did notice a lot more pirate-y things going on, but isn't this plank a little short to walk? Shaking her head, she gives up on understanding the odd gift and orders up a coffee. Little pyros need fuel.

...

They also need to learn to be observant, but that goes without saying.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

There had better not be anything between Spoon and Ace.

Well. It's a moot point now: there is nothing between Spoon and Ace except a few mashed molecules of air and a thin layer of clothing.

He should say hello. Explain things. And he will! When he's done kissing her.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

?!?!?!?! Says Ace, emphatically, when she's suddenly attack snogged. There were actual words, but they kinda got lost in the kissing. It's weird - it's... familiar, very very familiar, but the hair her hands find is long, with hard things, and though he's the right height, no one's hair grows that much in under two weeks.

Too much longer and he's gonna get swift knee to the groin for his pains.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth's eyes widen as he sees the outlandish figure in the Bar.

Is it...? Could it be?

"Spoon?" Booth asks, tentative.

((At work, so slowtime is needed, but YAY Spoon!))

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Kou'te-bpe, Spoon, turns and his nostrils flare as he takes in the smell of the human. It takes a moment, then, "Booth. Yes, it's Spoon. I've been gone a while."

He doesn't have any new scars. He has, in fact, swaths of skin where scars are broken oddly by perfect, scar-free flesh - thanks to the way werewolves heal those wounds not made by silver. On the other hand; far more of his skin is showing than usual for this man in this place and he has scars nearly everywhere on it.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"A long while, by the looks of thing," Booth says. The hair, for one thing. The comfortably-wandering-around-in-very-few-clothes thing. "I don't think it's been anything like that long here."

Spoon's...different. Booth can't say why, or how, or even how he knows, but something's changed. It's another clue to how long the other man's been gone.

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

James pauses, uncertain, as he sees the man come in, then offers a tentative smile. A soldier's a soldier, after all, and he doesn't know where this one's from.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Or a soldier is a half-naked, scarred, braided, something anyway. He nods gravely in return, one part of him bracing against the possible next thing that happens often when a boy smiles tentatively at a man.

...He's just not into males. Really.

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

...Spoon, the mun feels, has spent far more time in Ancient Greece than is healthy. Needless to say, what he's expecting emphatically does not happen.

"Where are you from?" the boy asks curiously, instead.