The fact that he trusts her enough and doesn't even know her name... She isn't sure if she's relieved or hurt. Why couldn't he remember? She had just put the van into drive before she finally answers him.
"Daisy."
Looking over to him as soon as she gets the chance, she tires to see what his reaction will be. Will it set something off? Or will it just go over his head.
"Daisy," he echoes and it seems to fit, it makes sense somehow, but it doesn't trigger anything specific like he'd hoped it might. "It's a pretty name..." But it's all it is and he doesn't understand why he remembered her face so clearly.
He hesitates before he speaks again, uncertain of exactly where to start. Anything he says is going to hurt her, isn't it? Because she has all this history and he's a blank slate. "We were close, weren't we? Before..." He can't even say it. 'I died.', becacuse apparently that's the reality he's dealing with now.
Hearing him say her name sent her stomach into butterflies and her hands gripped the steering wheel that much tighter. This was real. He was here and alive, but he couldn't remember her.
Maybe it was better that he didn't remember, he could move on from her. She clearly wasn't good for him. She wasn't good for anyone.
He's an observant person. He's not sure when he realized that about himself, but it's been awhile ago now. And he notices the way her hands grip the wheel a little tighter. Seeing him, being here with her, it's hurting her. Becaue he'd died and she knew it, and yet here he was, alive and mostly well. Well as he could be, all things considered.
"How close?" Does he even have the right to ask her that? It's right to know, isn't it? But it feels strange, invasive somehow, like it's something he should keep his mouth shut on. Maybe that's just the rising urge to protect her he's feeling.
She didn't want to scare him off. After all, she was sure if she was in his position and found out that they had been dating, it would be pretty scary. So she just settles for saying:
He nods a little, not sure what to make of that answer, exactly, but for now he accepts it. He'll push her for details later. When they aren't driving to some destination unknown in a van of a girl he used to know. Really well, apparently.
Lincoln falls quiet for a stretch of several, long minutes because, mostly...he just isn't sure what to say. There are a lot of things he doesn't undersatnd, and her showing up out of nowhere, actually existing in the real world and not just some disconnected idea in his head just made more questions than it gave answers.
"Why do you think I remembered you?" He asks suddenly, turning back toward her. "I didn't remember anything. I don't even know what my parents look like or what their names are. But I remembered you perfectly." He glances at her hair. "Almost... your hair was lighter."
Daisy isn't sure if she's grateful for the silence or not. She's mindlessly driving down the highway, unsure of where to get off. Just that they couldn't be in a public area.
At his question, Daisy passes a glance over to him again.
"I don't know. You were a doctor, you'd probably know the answer to that." There, another tidbit of information.
At his comment about her hair, Daisy looks back to the road.
"A doctor? Huh..." That explains some things, at least. Like the seemingly random information and knowledge he has, or the too-easy ways he's patched others and himself alike in recent weeks wgen it was needed. But it's still hard to picture, really.
He nods a little. That's not all that unusual, right? People do that sort of thing all the time.
"A really good doctor." As far as doctors go, not that she's ever been a big fan of them.
It's still hard to believe that she's actually talking to him and she honestly keeps expecting to wake up from this.
Daisy didn't stop driving until they were in a secluded spot where she couldn't be seen by civilians. Putting the van into park, Daisy killed the engine before finally turning her body towards him.
"How have you not been seen by anyone?" Really it was a question more aimed at herself because clearly he has no idea.
He falls quiet for the majority of the ride after that. He's still trying to piece things together. This woman has given him so many new pieces to the puzzle that was his life, it's a little overwhelming to process after weeks of mostly nothing. He's still a little shellshocked at Finding her, finding that she exists at all and wasn't just something concocted by his brain in the way people do with fantasies.
"I don't know...?" He sounds uncertain and confused by the question, an eyebrow perking in her direction. "Am I being looked for?"
He really doesn't know, somehow that's still surprising her. How does she break it to him that he's not completely human? Did he even have his powers still?
That question has him falling silent for a moment, eyes cast down, fidgeting a little, but eventually he nods a little. And when he speaks, his voice is quiet. "Yeah. I've heard about them. People aren't too fond of them, are they?"
Judging by the way he doesn't respond right away, Daisy has to wonder if he does know. She's seen how he got when he was upset, he lost control of his power. If he didn't even know he had a power and got upset, well...
"There's a group called the Watchdogs. They aren't fans of the Inhumans. I've been trying to track the Inhumans down, to make sure they are safe from them."
He can't help the way his lips twitch into the smallest of smiles at that admission. Something about that just fits with the idea he'd built around her and the memory of her face. The righteousness of it all just felt right, somehow.
"Sounds like a pretty noble cause to me." He glances up at her again, smile still tracing his lips. "You must be a pretty honorable person."
“It was...an experience…” He admits with a slight nod. That might be a bit of an understatement, but at least no one had gotten seriously hurt, like they could have been. “I’ve got a handle on it now. It’s strange, but it was almost like muscle memory, once I actually knew.”
The idea may be obvious, but for Lincoln it's just a really weird disconnect in everything that was his life before VS now. There's so much he just doesn't remember at all. "It's just really weird having the innate ability to do something I don't actually remember learning."
He nods a little, "Yeah...I've heard some pretty nasty opinions and seen some of the news clips. People really hate us, don't they? Inhumans." The word still feels foreign in his mouth, but at the same time, it's nice to have a term to separate himself from everyone else.
What's even weirder is having this conversation with him right now. She's trying though, to not make it weird for him. He was dealing with some much and she just kept spewing all of this information at him.
"We're a threat to them, as far as they see it. Some of us are, which I don't agree with. Using their powers for bad, but most of us? Most of us just want to live our lives without others interfering with them. Just like the rest of the world."
"People always fear things they don't understand." It was a simple enough concept to grasp. And it seemed as true as anything in this case, too.
He considers the last part of what she says, about wanting to simply live their lives without interference. Something about it almost feels familiar, like a dream that starts to fade as soon as consciousness starts to sink in. He can't quite grasp it, or form an idea around it, though, so he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he tilts his head to look at Daisy. "Do you think we'll ever get there? Think that ideal is really possible?"
Daisy's stomach does a flip when he makes eye contact with her. Like she's suddenly realizing all over again that he's actually alive, and she wants so badly to reach over and kiss him. She's missed him so much, but that would do nothing but scare him.
"I'd like to think it is, but they're not exactly making it easy for us. Eventually we'll become normal, just like the rest of the population."
"Well, they say anything worth having is worth fighting for, right?" He cants his head in her direction, the slightest of smiles playing on his lips. "We'll get there. Eventually."
Whether that would happen in their lifetimes was another story. But eventually. Maybe in another generation or five.
It's been enough months that it's a breath of fresh air to actually feel positive about something. To have someone that actually cares enough about what's going on in this world.
Seeing his smile makes her stomach flip and before she can help herself, she's leaning across the van and stops just short of actually kissing him.
"I'm sorry." She's immediately sinking back in her seat. He still doesn't remember so much and here she is practically throwing herself at him.
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Date: 2016-11-18 04:58 am (UTC)"Daisy."
Looking over to him as soon as she gets the chance, she tires to see what his reaction will be. Will it set something off? Or will it just go over his head.
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Date: 2016-11-18 05:23 am (UTC)He hesitates before he speaks again, uncertain of exactly where to start. Anything he says is going to hurt her, isn't it? Because she has all this history and he's a blank slate. "We were close, weren't we? Before..." He can't even say it. 'I died.', becacuse apparently that's the reality he's dealing with now.
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Date: 2016-11-18 05:31 am (UTC)Maybe it was better that he didn't remember, he could move on from her. She clearly wasn't good for him. She wasn't good for anyone.
Still, she can't lie to him.
"Yeah. We were."
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Date: 2016-11-22 02:18 am (UTC)He's an observant person. He's not sure when he realized that about himself, but it's been awhile ago now. And he notices the way her hands grip the wheel a little tighter. Seeing him, being here with her, it's hurting her. Becaue he'd died and she knew it, and yet here he was, alive and mostly well. Well as he could be, all things considered.
"How close?" Does he even have the right to ask her that? It's right to know, isn't it? But it feels strange, invasive somehow, like it's something he should keep his mouth shut on. Maybe that's just the rising urge to protect her he's feeling.
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Date: 2016-11-22 02:24 am (UTC)"We were very close."
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Date: 2016-11-22 03:48 am (UTC)Lincoln falls quiet for a stretch of several, long minutes because, mostly...he just isn't sure what to say. There are a lot of things he doesn't undersatnd, and her showing up out of nowhere, actually existing in the real world and not just some disconnected idea in his head just made more questions than it gave answers.
"Why do you think I remembered you?" He asks suddenly, turning back toward her. "I didn't remember anything. I don't even know what my parents look like or what their names are. But I remembered you perfectly." He glances at her hair. "Almost... your hair was lighter."
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Date: 2016-11-22 04:07 am (UTC)At his question, Daisy passes a glance over to him again.
"I don't know. You were a doctor, you'd probably know the answer to that." There, another tidbit of information.
At his comment about her hair, Daisy looks back to the road.
"I dyed it."
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Date: 2017-01-09 05:56 pm (UTC)He nods a little. That's not all that unusual, right? People do that sort of thing all the time.
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Date: 2017-01-09 06:39 pm (UTC)It's still hard to believe that she's actually talking to him and she honestly keeps expecting to wake up from this.
Daisy didn't stop driving until they were in a secluded spot where she couldn't be seen by civilians. Putting the van into park, Daisy killed the engine before finally turning her body towards him.
"How have you not been seen by anyone?" Really it was a question more aimed at herself because clearly he has no idea.
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Date: 2017-01-15 12:34 am (UTC)"I don't know...?" He sounds uncertain and confused by the question, an eyebrow perking in her direction. "Am I being looked for?"
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Date: 2017-01-27 05:37 am (UTC)"Have you heard about the Inhumans?"
Maybe that's a good place to start.
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-30 04:26 am (UTC)"There's a group called the Watchdogs. They aren't fans of the Inhumans. I've been trying to track the Inhumans down, to make sure they are safe from them."
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Date: 2017-01-30 05:49 pm (UTC)"Sounds like a pretty noble cause to me." He glances up at her again, smile still tracing his lips. "You must be a pretty honorable person."
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Date: 2017-01-31 06:49 am (UTC)"Not what I would call myself. Or would anyone else call me for that matter."
He doesn't know, obviously. Still, she can't agree to any of the compliments he's giving her right now.
"I'm just trying to protect my people."
Yes, her people.
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Date: 2017-01-31 05:53 pm (UTC)Lincoln nods a little, and there's a beat before he looks at her and adds, "Our people."
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Date: 2017-01-31 11:38 pm (UTC)Part of her is surprised to hear him say that, but she's also relieved. At least she doesn't have to break it to him.
"Must've been scary. The first time you realized you could do that. Again." Since he can't remember anything, or most anything anyway.
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Date: 2017-03-16 03:21 am (UTC)He nods a little, "Yeah...I've heard some pretty nasty opinions and seen some of the news clips. People really hate us, don't they? Inhumans." The word still feels foreign in his mouth, but at the same time, it's nice to have a term to separate himself from everyone else.
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Date: 2017-03-19 01:12 am (UTC)"We're a threat to them, as far as they see it. Some of us are, which I don't agree with. Using their powers for bad, but most of us? Most of us just want to live our lives without others interfering with them. Just like the rest of the world."
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Date: 2017-03-20 03:35 am (UTC)He considers the last part of what she says, about wanting to simply live their lives without interference. Something about it almost feels familiar, like a dream that starts to fade as soon as consciousness starts to sink in. He can't quite grasp it, or form an idea around it, though, so he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he tilts his head to look at Daisy. "Do you think we'll ever get there? Think that ideal is really possible?"
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Date: 2017-03-24 06:16 am (UTC)"I'd like to think it is, but they're not exactly making it easy for us. Eventually we'll become normal, just like the rest of the population."
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Date: 2017-04-02 04:28 am (UTC)Whether that would happen in their lifetimes was another story. But eventually. Maybe in another generation or five.
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Date: 2017-04-04 06:41 am (UTC)Seeing his smile makes her stomach flip and before she can help herself, she's leaning across the van and stops just short of actually kissing him.
"I'm sorry." She's immediately sinking back in her seat. He still doesn't remember so much and here she is practically throwing herself at him.