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[Rose Eden]

Rose sat upstairs in the attic. She'd gotten into the habit of coming up here when she was at home. That way she was out of the way of everyone else who happened to be around and she could have some time to think.
Now, it was the latter, as she was pretty sure nobody else was home right now. She closed her eyes, hands clasped in her lap as she knelt in the dust, just staying still and thinking.
A crash from downstairs made her jump, and her eyes shot open again. That should be...not if no one else was home.
Cautiously, she got to her feet and crept down the ladder from the attic, before realised she'd left her wand up there. Glancing around, she picked up the first thing that came to hand that could be of any use, which happened to be part of an old broom handle. She made her way carefully and quietly downstairs, brandishing the handle behind her, ready to swing it round if she needed to, then stopped on the bottom stair, listening for anymore sounds.

[Jack Tucker]

"Jesus Fucking," Jack curses under his breath getting up from where he tripped over the coffee table.
"Who puts that in the middle of a dark room?" He grumbles brushing himself off.
What the hell are you doing here Jack? Breaking into her hosue, what for? She's getting married, you being here is going to do what exactly?
He ingores the voice in his head, walking towards the staircase.

[Rose Eden]

She froze, hearing footsteps, immediately moving back against the wall and closing her eyes, lips half forming a mix between a curse and a prayer. Her grip tightened on the piece of wood in her hand, raising it higher, ready.

[Jack Tucker]

He rubs his head gingerly, hand on the wall steadying himself.
So how drunk off your ass are you Jack?
Piss off.
He moves slowly down the hall, hand on the wall turning round the corner.

[Rose Eden]

She jumped as a hand made it's way round the corner, scooting along the wall slightly and stumbling up a stair. She counted to about one and a half in her head, before moving swiftly away from the wall, and half lurching around the corner, before dropping the old broom handle in surprise, "Jack?"

[Jack Tucker]

He looks up on hearing his name, stumbling slightl and toppling to the ground.
"Oh shit," He groans, rolling onto his back,"My head."

[Rose Eden]

"Oh..." She mumbled, moving to her knees next to him, not all that sure what to do, "What have you done to yourself?" She said under her breath.

[Jack Tucker]

He groans in pain, pressing his palm to his forehead, sitting up slightly.
"Rose?" He mutters,"Why's the room spinning?"

[Rose Eden]

"Because you've been drinking, Jack," She told him, "And a lot. I can smell it on your breath from here."
She considered what to do a moment, then hooked an arm around his back, trying to help him to his feet, "Come on, up, up, up...I'll find you somewhere to lie down that isn't the floor..."

[Jack Tucker]

"Wasn't that much," He mumbles,"Scott was with me," Hs slurs then feels himself being pulled to his feet,"Fuck, the world's a spinning Rosie, it's a spinning," He mutters.

[Rose Eden]

She made a soft tutting noise in the back of her throat, murmuring, "Of course Scott was with you."
"It's not spinning, Jack," She reassured him, "See? Just lean on me...okay?"

[Jack Tucker]

He nods wrapping an arm loosely round her shoulders, breathing in her scent.
"Okay, maybe I had a wee bit too much to drink," He admitts.

[Rose Eden]

"Yes, I thought as much," She agreed, a smile flickering slightly at the corners of her lips but unwilling to let it show, "And then you just decided to come and break in, did you?"
She glanced around slightly, then started moving towards the sitting room, half dragging him with her.

[Jack Tucker]

"...Maybe.." He says in a sing-song voice, dragging his feet on the floor.
What did you expect to happen here Jack? Hmm?
Why don't you piss off fuckface.
Talking back to the voices in your head, bit crazy don't you think Jackie-boy?
"Shut up." He mutters under his breath.

[Rose Eden]

"Maybe?" She repeated, shaking her head slightly, and then stopping in the middle of the hall. She gave him an odd look as he muttered 'Shut up' but decided not to ask.
"Jack, will you stop dragging your feet? I'm not superwoman."

[Jack Tucker]

"You are so." He mumbles"Your my superwomen," He says, closing his eyes and lifting his feet up even to walk over the couch.

[Rose Eden]

"Well, that's reassuring to know," She managed to hide her slight smile, helping him over to the couch and then putting a hand lightly at the top of his chest and gently forced him down onto the couch, "Do you need anything? A glass of water? Aspirin?"

[Jack Tucker]

"You worry too much," He mumbles, taking hold of her hand as she puts it lightly on his chest.

[Rose Eden]

"You worry me too much," She mumbled back, looking at their hands and starting to speak a half-formed protest but changing her mind.

[Jack Tucker]

"Not my fault," He mutters, absently linking their fingers together.

[Rose Eden]

"No, not really," She replied, watching him link their fingers together.

[Jack Tucker]

"See, so no need for you to worry," He chuckles, keeping hold of her hand,"You've got very cold hands, you know that Rosie?"

[Rose Eden]

She smiled a little, still watching their hands, "Okay, no worrying."
She laughed very slightly, "Sorry about that. Your hands are quite warm though."

[Jack Tucker]

"Sit with me?" He asks, scooting over making room for her.

[Rose Eden]

She pauses a moment, then moves to sit next to him.

[Jack Tucker]

He wraps an arm loosely around her shoulders.
What the hell do you think your doing Jack?
"You know Rose, you really should move that coffee table," He mutters nodding down the hall,"Nearly broke my bneck tripping over that thing."

[Rose Eden]

She stiffened slightly, his arm round her shoulders taking her momentarily by surprise, then relaxed again, leaning into him slightly.
"Maybe this'll teach you not to break in drunk next time?" She replied, "But maybe not."

[Jack Tucker]

He pulls her slightly closer, resting his head on hers.
"Nah, probably still break in, just not drunk." He grins wryly.

[Rose Eden]

She moved her head slightly so it was resting on his shoulder, smiling slightly, "Hmm...you might not be so lucky next time. It could be someone else that's home instead of me and then I don't think you'll be greeted so nicely."

[Jack Tucker]

"Oh yeah, the husband." He mutters, pulling a face.
He absently takes a strand of her hair, twirling it around his forefinger. "You love him Rosie?" He asks quietly.