livingmyths | 030: Shhh!

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030: Shhh!

Yesterday was a lot of fun. Today I'm just having a quiet day working in the Library. Anyone I talked to yesterday about coming to visit or who wants to is more than welcome. I think after work I may go sit up on the roof for a while. I like being high up.

Mohinder, if you want me to come clean today, just let me know!

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She went completely white and started up on her knees. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - I just wasn't paying attention and I swear I'll try really hard not to do it again!"

He blinked again. "I...It...It's alright, Rain. That's something I'm getting used to here. But," he studied the people below as he tried to keep a jumble of memories down, "it might be better for you to stay out of my head. I'm not even sure if it's good for me to be in my own bloody head sometimes."

"I don't want to be in anyone's head," she said, too embarrassed even to look at him. "And I understand if you want to leave and not talk to me anymore."

Now, he just stared at her in confusion. "Why would I leave when you didn't mean to?"

"Because it's bad and wrong."

"Accidents happen. I'm not bloody well blaming you." He bent his head down to look up into her face. "I won't leave."

She could still feel her heart racing in fear, but she nodded and could feel herself calming a little. "All right," she whispered.

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out his dice and shifted enough to give him space to roll them. "You're not the only one who is different. Would you like to see?"

She nodded, curious to see what he would do with the dice.

"I'm bloody lucky. The possibility of rolling these as the same roll twenty times in a row is flaming unlikely." But, he started rolling the dice and every time the same two numbers appears. Toss after toss. After twenty, he let the dice rest where they landed.

"The more random the chances are, the greater my luck is."

Rain thought about that for a moment. "That must come in really handy," she said.

"It can. But mix it with hundreds of years of memories that aren't mine," he pointed to his head, "and it can get complicated."

She looked at him curiously. "How do you have memories that aren't yours?"

He sighed and studied his dice. "They were put in my head. I asked to have the holes in my memories filled and got these bloody memories instead."

She reached out to touch his head gently. "That must be terrible. I wish there was something I could do to help."

Looking up, he smiled at her. He could only think of one thing to say that. "Thank you, Rain."

She smiled shyly and withdrew her hand. "You're welcome."

"Nice people like you are hard to come by." He laughed to himself and pocketed the dice. "Have you ever watched someone juggle?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so."

He grinned as he pulled three brightly colored balls out of his coat. Tossing them into the air, he began simple circle patterns that became more complicated as he went.

Rain watched, eyes wide, then began to smile and eventually to laugh delightedly. "Oh, Mat! That's wonderful!"

Moving the juggling to one hand, he grabbed a couple more of the balls from his pocket then added them into the mix. "A friend of mine taught me. I never stopped."

It was so amazing she could barely catch her breath. She clasped her hands together, watching him in fascination.

He grinned and finally ended his performance. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh yes!" she breathed. "Mat, it was... it was beautiful. I've never seen anything like it before!"

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