#zep academia

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- Terence, Adelphi, 472 ('He came of his own accord, crying, praying, begging,')

- Led Zeppelin, When the Levee Breaks

Me, listening to When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin: wow, just like Terence!

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Guys, Midoriya had a quirk the whole time: crying.

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TÚNELES POR DEBAJO DE LAS PIRÁMIDES EGIPCIAS

Diversas investigaciones sostienen que debajo de la pata derecha de la Esfinge existen uno o más Cámaras y túneles de conexión. Aún el Gobierno Egipcio no autoriza a abrir las mismas.Nótese el desgaste en el cuerpo de la Esfinge producido por el agua y NO por la erosión del viento y la arena, según las investigaciones científicas llevadas a cabo. Además confirmaría una edad de más de 10.000 años para este monumento.(Julio-Agosto 2.001 G.D.G.)

(1) -TÚNELES POR DEBAJO DE LAS PIRÁMIDES EGIPCIAS

Asha’s Mural Gallery.  4 Marzo 2000

Los cuentos pintorescos entretienen… pero lo que me interesa es un cuadro más conciso de lo que está teniendo lugar en Gizeh, y en cualquier otro sitio relacionado con lo mismo.  Ayer, tuve la suerte de conseguir un vídeo donde el Dr. James Hurtak que hablaba en 1999 en una conferencia de NEXUS en Sydeney, Australia. Me acuerdo de aquel material interesante sobre el emplazamiento de Kent Steadman, del cual se dice que el equipo de Hurtak participó en unas excavaciones arqueológicas de Alto Secreto en Gizeh.  Bueno, Hurtak no estaba perdiendo el tiempo, sino haciendo negocios.  Debido a lo delicado de estos proyectos no pudo más que enseñarme un poco de todo lo filmado; mucho de ello era para los espectadores normales.  Por lo menos, para mí estaba claro que Hurtak estaba diciendo mucho menos de lo que a él le hubiera gustado decir, pero dijo que era realmente para hacer reflexionar.  Según él, existe un laberinto de túneles y cámaras enormes, algunas del tamaño de una catedral, debajo de Gizeh, que fueron puestas allí por una civilización avanzada, y había un equipo de científicos de Japón, Europa y de los Estados Unidos trabajando en los artefactos y los descubrimientos allí, en lo que parece ser un proyecto secreto.

Cuando Zawi Hawass puso en escena aquel vídeo Fox, en el que él descubre el esqueleto (que habían puesto previamente allí) y afirma haber descubierto la Tumba simbólica de Osiris, al buen doctor le tomaron el pelo como de costumbre.  No fue Hawass, sino el equipo de Hurtak, bien equipado con luces portátiles y otros aparatos, el que desenterró el sarcófago, lo cual es tan sólo la punta del iceberg. Hurtak no entró en detalles sobre qué tipo de artefactos fueron descubiertos allá abajo en las cámaras, llenas de agua (que fueron vaciadas con bombas). Dijo que los antepasados tenían un sistema de auto-iluminación que provenía de una fuente de energía; ¿qué clase de fuente de energía?  No lo sé.  Y mostró una estantería que parecía haber sido puesta con un taladro.  Mostró un túnel en el interior de la Esfinge y lo que parecían ser dos entradas por la parte de atrás, una vaciada por el equipo.  Dijo que éstas se comunicaban con las Pirámides y con un enorme sistema laberíntico de túneles. También enseñó pruebas hechas con un radar especial, las cuales muestran cámaras rectangulares debajo de la Esfinge.  Hizo muchas referencias a lo que él llamó los “Señores del Tiempo”, y sobre una raza avanzada de seres superiores versados en formas geométricas codificadas por medio de la luz.  Esas mismas formas geométricas y “números impares” están presentes en los fractales en los círculos de las cosechas cerca de Stone Henge (Inglaterra) y por todas partes. Son un lenguaje Enoquiano de luz y de influjo creciente espiritual.  Según él, la humanidad es un “experimento” que está a punto de ser “cosechado”, a medida que nos acercamos a un profundo cambio en la consciencia mundial, acompañado por descubrimientos que cambiarán totalmente los parámetros científicos; cambios como el punto cero de energía.

Según Hurtak, una raza avanzada de extraterrestres o seres superiores de la orden de Melchizedek, dejó una red de centros de poder, o cápsulas del tiempo, en el planeta, de la cual la red subterránea ubicada debajo de Gizeh es una parte.  Se refirió también a una excavación más importante que tuvo lugar bajo el Pacífico, donde se encontraron pirámides y cámaras parecidas. Y en China, donde también estuvo, mostró unas secuencias sorprendentes de personas momificadas que han sido ocultadas al público.  Para ser exacto, una de ellas fue denominada como “criatura”, ya que no se parecía a los humanos. Parte de esta filmación era de una zona conocida como “Shambala”.  Una ampliación fotográfica de lo que parecía un Tibetano momificado, con una marca extraordinaria, mostrando un motivo de una espiral tridimensional que parecía estar marcada, o ser una parte de su rostro, similar a una extraña mancha de nacimiento de color rojo.  Hurtak también mostró, una fotografía sacada por un colega, de una forma luminosa triangular sobre Stonehenge, con el vértice hacia arriba.  A esto se refirió como una forma luminosa o Merkaba, que como la pirámide en sí misma, es una representación simbólica de la ascendencia espiritual y el florecimiento de la consciencia.  Después dijo bastante más, pero su forma de hablar era difícil de entender a veces, y tendré que volver a repasarla otra vez.  Me recuerda a una especie de profeta salvaje Enoquiano, un atributo bastante encantador el cual sin duda será usado contra él por los mercaderes espantosos de la desinformación de este mundo, que mejor sería que se cocinaran en su propio estiércol, queridos y dulces idiotas.

Al parecer, hay una segunda parte donde revelará más, ¿cuanto más?, ya se verá.  Pero no hay ninguna duda, según mi opinión, de que él mismo cree lo que está diciendo, y si alguien ha estado en una posición de saber lo que está pasando, probablemente es el Dr. Hurtak.

UN RADAR CUYAS ONDAS PENETRAN EN EL TERRENO ENCUENTRA CIUDADES OCULTAS8 Junio 2000, por Paul White

Justo después del Diluvio, al principio del actual ciclo de nuestro tiempo, una era a la cual los Egipcios llamaron “Zep Tepi” o “Los Primeros Tiempos”, apareció un misterioso grupo de “dioses” para iniciar a los supervivientes en los rudimentos de la civilización. Desde Thoth y Osiris en Egipto, hasta Quetzacoatl y Viracocha en las Américas, todas las tradiciones del mundo subscriben los orígenes de la civilización actual a ese sofisticado grupo.

A pesar de la engañosa popularidad del periodismo tipo Von Däniken, evidencias repartidas por todo el mundo indican que esas personas fueron supervivientes de una civilización anterior poseedora de una gran tecnología.  Fueron los “patriarcas antidiluvianos”, como Enoc y Matusalén, los “gigantes y los héroes de la antigüedad”, mencionados en el Génesis.  Los enigmáticos dioses de la antigua Sumeria, Egipto y la India, todos provienen de los fabulosos tiempos antes del Diluvio.

Es el legado de una civilización y una tecnología superior a la nuestra.  Una tecnología capaz de crear un enorme ciudad subterránea, de la cual la Esfinge y las Pirámides son solamente unos marcadores en la superficie.  El científico del proyecto, el Dr. James J. Hurtak, asemeja este descubrimiento al impacto del contacto con una cultura extraterrestre avanzada. El Dr. Hurtak lo describió como el descubrimiento de la cultura de la Cuarta (raza) Raíz, la denominada civilización Atlante, destruida por el último cataclismo terrestre.  Presenta evidencias inequívocas de que todos los idiomas, culturas y religiones se remontan a un origen común, al cual el Dr. Hurtak se refiere como la “Civilización Madre”.La tecnología descubierta está más allá de la tecnología de las máquinas, tal y como la conocemos. Como Arthur C. Clark una vez bromeó: “cualquier tecnología superior a la nuestra nos parecería magia”. Según el Dr. Hurtak, fue una cultura que descifró el código genético y poseía las claves del espectro físico,  la “Física de la Luz Superior” de los antepasados… todo lo que el antepasado Gilgamesh fue a buscar en su famoso viaje a la “Ciudad Perdida de los Dioses” eran los túneles situados debajo del “Monte Mashu” en las tierras desérticas.

Hurtak hace referencia al “Idioma de la Luz” y a un gran sacerdote-científico del ciclo del tiempo anterior, llamado Enoc, que está asociado con la construcción del Complejo de la Gran Pirámide.  Hurtak habla también de una gran ciencia espiritual, una ciencia que describe una escalera genética a las estrellas.

El Dr James J. Hurtak tiene distintos doctorados en Física, Matemáticas, Lingüística, Filosofía, etc. Trabajó en la NASA y además asesoró a la Ex-Unión Soviética en el lanzamiento de satélites y sondas espaciales. Participó en el lanzamiento de dos sondas Soviéticas que desaparecieron misteriosamente antes de tocar tierra marciana. También Hurtak es uno de los creadores y precursores en la tecnología de los Super-Conductores, además de descifrar jeroglíficos egipcios que nadie antes lo había podido hacer. Dentro de su currículum esta el haber descubierto una civilización en Asia que databa de millones de años atrás y es asimismo director de la “Academia para las Ciencias Futuras”. Además fue quién aconsejó a la NASA estudiar cierto sector del planeta Marte donde están las supuestas pirámides. Cabe señalar que en referencia a la esfinge o “cara de Marte”, el Dr. Hurtak señala que se trata solamente de un efecto visual geográfico.

NOTAS : YA LOS RUSOS USANDO RAYOS X SABIAN DE GALERIAS BAJO TIERRA DEBAJO DE LAS PIRAMIDES Y DE LA ESFINGE,Y HASTA DETECTARON EL EXTRAÑO COMPORTAMIENTO DE LOS RAYOS COSMICOS DENTRO DE LA GRAN PIRAMIDE Y EL PRESIDENTE RUSO KRUSHEV LLEVO SUS EXPERTOS A PRINCIPIOS DE LOS 60 A ESTUDIARLO…

LOS YANQUIS USANDO ROBOTS Y EL RADAR SUPIERON DE LAS GALERIAS Y CAMARAS SECRETAS Y USANDO UN ROBOT LOGRARON FILMAR LAS CAVIDADES,SE SABE QUE HAY TUNELES

CUYA FINALIDAD SE ESTUDIA AUN PERO NO SE TIENE CONCLUSIONES Y YA EL PSIQUICO EDGAR CAYCE PREDIJO ESTAS CAMARAS Y DIJO QUE CONTENIAN RESTOS DEL ORIGEN DE EGIPTO O SEA LOS PAPIROS QUE TOTH TRAJO DESDE LA ATLANTIDA Y CUYAS COPIAS ESTABAN EN LA BIBLIOTECA DE ALEJANDRIA,

COMO SEA CAYCE DIJO QUE CUANDO EL MUNDO CAIGA EN UNA ERA OSCURA ESAS GALERIAS SERIAN DESCUBIERTAS Y ESE SABER SALVARIA A LA HUMANIDAD…

HOY SABEMOS QUE ZAW HAWASS ARQUEOLOGO DESCUBRIO MUCHA COSAS PERO SE MANTUVIERON EN SECRETO PORQUE LA EXPLORACION ESTABA CONTROLADA POR LA CIA Y EL MOSSAD O SEA LAS POTENCIAS BUSCARON TECNOLOGIA PARA USARLA COMO ARMA Y TOMAR VENTAJA PARA DOMINAR A LOS DEMAS PAISES,…POLEMICO PERO ASI FUNCIONA LA ELITE EN SU PLAN Y ASI ACTUA,

NADA DE LO QUE DESCUBRAN Y SEA UTIL Y REVOLUCIONARIO LO DARIAN A CONOCER,SINO QUE LO RETORCERIAN Y FALSEARIAN PARA SACARLE PROVECHO A SU FAVOR…

HOY SABEMOS QUE ISRAEL BUSCO DEBAJO DE PIRAMIDE Y ESFINGE Y EXTRAJO Y ROBO EQUIPOS Y TECNOLOGIA ANTIGUA,ALGUNOS DICEN QUE UN OVNI O NAVE ATLANTE FUE RECUPERADO Y HASTA HAY DATOS DE ESA OPERACION QUE EL MOSSAD REALIZO EN EL CAIRO,OTROS DICEN QUE USA BUSCA UN REACTOR ANCESTRAL COMPLETO PORQUE A TRAVES DE SUS CAMPAÑAS E INVASIONES SE HA IDO HACIENDO CON RELIQUIAS Y OBJETOS ANTIGUOS O Y ALIENIGENAS PERO AUN NO ALCANZO A POSEER Y UTILIZAR TODA ESA TECNOLOGIA Y BUSCA DESESPERADO UN REACTOR ENTERO DE ANTIMATERIA O PLASMA QUE MENCIONAN EN EL RIG VEDA O EL POPUL VUH Y POR ESO LA CIA ACECHA BOSNIA,AFGANISTAN,IRAK,EL CAIRO,LIBIA Y CUBA EN BUSCA DE RELIQUIAS Y RESTOS DE ESA TECNOLOGIA ANCESTRAL PARA COMPLETAR SU PLAN DE DOMINAR EL MUNDO Y LOGRAR SU NUEVO ORDEN DE TIRANIA MUNDIAL TRAICIONANDO LA RAZA HUMANA EN FAVOR DE LA ELITE HIBRIDA QUE NOS TIENE A MALTRAER DESDE HACE 4 MILENIOS Y ES RESPONSABLE DEL SABOTAJE A MARAVILLAS ANTIGUAS COMO LA TORRE DE BABEL,EL INCENDIO DE LA BIBLIOTECA DE ALEJANDRIA,LA DESTRUCCION DEL COLEGIO DE DRUIDAS,LA INQUISICION Y GUERRAS Y PESTES PARA DIEZMAR Y SOMETER A LA RAZA HUMANA GRACIAS A SUS ESBIRROS LOS HOMBRES DE NEGRO O GUARDIANES DEL CONOCIMIENTO (O DEL SOMETIMIENTO)…

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I don’t know how trying a new style turned into drawing the entire class but it looks like that’s where we’re headed

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Zep! This was amazing! You wrote Russell so well! 🥰

I love this world you've set up of the reader being friends with Dory and working with her in academia. The reader you've made feels real and fleshed out and yeah, it sounds like she's got her own backstory with some family drama to come!

I love love a good old fashioned meet cute and the reader bursting in ranting on Dory and Russell was perfect 😂 I understand the struggle of trying to figure out who a character is with only a single episode to go off of. But my personal opinion is you nailed Russell for the little we do know. He's a happy flirty little murder kitten isn't he? 😂 Even your description of him seeming rough around the edges was spot on because he gives off drifter vibes but he's fairly well-adjusted for his background.

I'm very intrigued for their date night and what that will bring! Plus I'm so happy I've got someone else to go down the writing Russell rabbit hole with 😂 He's just too intriguing not to want to play with!

A Line and a Half

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: When Dory’s eldest brother comes to visit her at Wyoming University, you don’t know quite what to make of Russell Shaw. But he knows exactly what he wants to make of you.

AN: Okay, here’s my first toe-dip into the world of Tracker with Russell Shaw! 1x12 gave me too many ideas not to explore this intriguing character. This is set before episode 12, but I have a little series I want to sketch out that will continue after this one-shot, so think of this as a “Part 1,” if you will. 😉

Word Count: 3.2K

Tags/Warnings: A kind of “meet cute,” attempts at flirting, and hints of setup for more to come…

You watched, silently simmering, as Dr. Goldstein added yet another packet of internship applications from his graduate students onto your desk.

Applicants that he, as the History Department Chairman, was supposed to review himself. Instead, he’d been adding these hours quite literally onto your desk. 

“If you could review these for me as well, sweetheart. Thank you,” he said. “Get ‘em back to me by Thursday, okay?”

As a Professor of History with two doctorates in your name, you once again grated internally at sweetheart, but you tried to keep that cringe off your face as well.

Goldstein barely even met your eyes when he dropped off his burden, and then aimed to leave your office.

“Uh, Paul,” you called out, raising a finger. You stood from your desk as quickly as you could in your pencil skirt, but the man was already out the door. You followed him out, your heels clacking on the tile floor. 

Damn it. Knew I should’ve gone with pants, you said, continuing to hasten after your boss.

“Paul! Just a second,” you said. That finally managed to turn the man’s head off of his phone. He glanced at you while checking his watch.

“About the internship applications…and your midterm exam essays for that matter. Don’t you think—” you started to say, but the man spoke over you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to run. Meeting my massage therapist at noon,” he said, and rolled a seemingly stiff shoulder under his tailored blazer. “Something’s just not right here after my trip to Cali last weekend. I don’t know what I did, pulled muscle or something. But hey, they do say parasailing is a sport.”

You quirked a brow. “Do they?”

You weren’t sure that being strapped into a parachute for a nice air glide over the Pacific counted as a sport.

Goldstein shrugged at your question and he kept walking down the hall. Though he turned back to toss you a pointed finger.

“Need those by Thursday. Thanks, you’re the best,” he said.

You watched him go, as proverbial steam began to escape through your ears. Slowly you pivoted on your heels, and you went back to your office. You grimaced at the large stack of applications. You were pretty sure he padded them with an extra section of midterm exams.

Tapping your nails on your desk, you grabbed your phone next to your desktop and checked the time. 11:30 a.m.

Screw it. I’m going to lunch, you thought.

Dory had to be out of her Intro Physics class by now, which meant she’d be in her office, ready for you to drop in on her a little early. You took up your purse and almost made it out the door…but at the last moment, your anal brain made you turn back to grab a shoulder bag and the pile of applications. Maybe you could knock out a few during lunch.

Friggin’ doormat, as your brother would say. Laughing at you, probably.

You rolled your eyes and headed back out the door with your haul of papers, purse, work bag, and keys, locking your office behind you.

Why, oh why did the Sciences building have to be on the other side of campus?

It was damn near a mile walk from your Humanities building over to Dory’s office on the second floor. Your hands were laden with packets that couldn’t be contained by your heavy work bag, your purse was slipping off your shoulder, and these heels were killing your feet.

It was a miracle you and Dory had ever met on this campus. On your first day of teaching, you’d of course been hopelessly lost. Somehow you ended up at the tail-end of one of her classes in one of the science auditoriums.

She’d been gracious enough to help you, and even walked you all the way to the Humanities building so you could find your World History class before the students decided to just get up and leave. (And after fifteen minutes, they very well would.)

That day, she became your first real friend at Wyoming University. In the three years since, she’d become your best friend.

And now, her door was mercifully open halfway. You pushed it open and stumbled just a little from the transition of tile to carpet inside her office. Your papers nearly flew from your hands, so you struggled to right yourself and contain them all back into the semblance of neatness.

“Hey, girl. You better be ready for lunch because Jesus fucking Christ. Goldstein’s up my ass again and all I’ve had today is a crusty donut from the teacher’s lounge, which I’m pretty sure was stale,” you said, with your brows furrowed in frustration.

When you finally looked up from your struggles, you realized that Dory wasn’t alone. She smiled at you in amusement, sitting at her desk beside a man who made you pause. Your eyes widened.

He was leaning casually with an elbow propped up on her desk, dressed in jeans and a worn, pale green jacket—a good match for his eyes. He looked a little rugged for Dory’s tastes, but you couldn’t fault her, with the cut of that bearded jaw, and the smile raising the corners of his lips.

“Hey,��� Dory laughed. “I see you’re having a good day.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment, probably smudging your lipstick.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve knocked first,” you said, though you could see she seemed to be having an actual good day. Office picnic? Or maybe the handsome stranger was getting ready to take her out.

Dory just waved you in. She stood and set a hand on her companion’s shoulder, and he got up along with her.

“It’s okay. This is my brother, Russell,” she said, and she introduced you in kind.

“Well, hi there,” he said. He subtly took you in with his eyes as he held out his hand. Already you felt your face heating up with more than just embarrassment.

You were a bit shocked as well, to say the least. Dory had told you some…interesting things about her family, including the fact that she had two older brothers. You wondered which one this was, the middle child, or the eldest.

“Hi! Sorry. Again. Nice to meet you,” you said. You tried to hold your hand out to reach his, but a few papers began to spill out. You clutched at them on reflex, but Russell drew in quickly to help you.

“Got yourself a load there,” he said. You agreed with an awkward laugh and a shrug of your shoulders.

“My boss’s idea of extra credit,” you said wryly.

“You can set it down on that chair over there,” Dory said, pointing to one against the back wall, next to a tall filing cabinet.

You and Russell meandered over and managed to set down the stack without casualty. You were able to pull up the straps of your bag and your purse from falling off your shoulder and give him a grateful look.

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem,” he said, giving you an easy smile back. “I actually crashed in unannounced, so if you two wanna to head to lunch, you go right ahead.”

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen you in months! You should come with us,” Dory said. She grabbed her purse to join you and Russell by the door.

You raised your hands in placation. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, especially if it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other. You guys should catch up.”

Dory shook her head and grabbed your hand.

“Uh, uh. I want to hear the latest on Paul’s bullshit, and why you’re carrying half your office across campus. Let’s go,” she said, and gestured at your work bag. “Leave that here. You’re gonna eat and talk to me. No working involved.”

You laughed, but you agreed to her cajoling. With another glance at her brother, and those green eyes that seemed to be dancing, you joined them for lunch.

The three of you ended up at a diner that you and Dory frequented at least once a week. The food was good, the service was quick, and it was close to campus. Wins all around. Russell seemed to be enjoying himself, as he hummed in delight after the very first bite of his Philly cheesesteak.

“Siracha on fries, huh?” you remarked, gesturing at the man’s plate. Your brow was quirked, but he shot you a smile.

“I said avert your eyes,” he teased. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.”

Ugh. Another sweethearting man. You narrowed your own eyes at him a bit. He caught the look and raised a hand in defense (the one that wasn’t holding his cheesesteak).

“Uh oh. What’d I do?” he asked.

“You gave her some PTSD,” Dory said with a laugh. “Dr. Goldstein likes to sugar coat his demands with sexism.”

Russell noted your souring look with apology. You’d just finished recounting your morning for your friend, and recapping years of “sugar-coated demands” for Russell.

“Why don’t you just tell him to cram it up his…uh…” he paused. Seeing his little sister’s look of amusement, he amended. “Or you know, stuff it.”

A smile twitched at your lips. “Oh, believe me, I’d love to tell him to stuff it. But he’s technically my boss, and the department chair. Even though I’ve basically been doing his job for two years now.”

“Well, that sucks,” Russell said. “And I feel for ya. I’ve had my share of shitty bosses in my time.”

You sighed and accepted his commiseration with a nod.

It wasn’t fair, but Goldstein planned to retire early in a few years. Must be nice.

When he did, it would make you the most likely candidate to replace him as department chair. The way you saw it, this was giving you plenty of practice before you (hopefully) inherited the position.

Anyway, you shook your head. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You were more curious about one Russell Shaw. You now knew he was an army vet, and he carried himself like one. Calm, controlled, even though his smiles came easy. His tousled hair and beard, while well-trimmed and neat, still gave him a roguish quality.

“So let me guess. You’re…the eldest?” you asked. You blotted at your mouth with a napkin, having finished your chicken panini.

Russell treated you to another one of those smiles, though this one held a hint of more.

“Guilty. Though I’m the handsome one,” he said with a wink.

You found yourself smiling behind your napkin.

“I’m sure,” you replied.

Dory rolled her eyes. “Don’t mind him. Apparently my brother’s an incorrigible flirt.”

He chuckled and sipped at his beer, but then he grimaced.

“Ech. Friggin’ weak,” he said. “I brew better than this outta the trunk of my car.”

 You raised a brow at that. “You make your own beer?”

“Damn straight,” he said. His gaze turned a hint more playful. “Next time I’ll bring you some. You can tell me what you think.”

You shared a telling look with Dory.

“Next time, huh?” you asked.

“Sure,” he inclined his head. “I pop into town from time to time. Gotta check in and pester my little sister, the physics professor.” 

He laid a hand on Dory’s shoulder, squeezing warmly. You could see the pride in his eyes, and it warmed you as well.

She turned to him with a smile, reaching up to cover his hand with hers.

“You don’t pester me. I’d love it if I got to see you more often,” she said.

“Ah, I know, I’m sorry,” he said, releasing her. “My job’s got me all over the place. But I’ll be here for a week or so on this gig.”

That intrigued you. “What do you do for work?”

“Ah, well, you could say I'm a contractor. Private security mainly,” said Russell. His shoulders shifted as he became a little more guarded, you noticed. “My company connects me with the client for as long as the job lasts. Could be a few months, sometimes a few days, depending.”

“Oh, wow. Do you live here in Wyoming?” you asked. He paused, but tilted his head a little, back and forth as he considered your question.

“I kinda bounce around,” he said. “Just go from one job to the next. Sounds a bit unorthodox, I know, but it’s a living.”

“Interesting,” you nodded, but inside, you thought that sounded like a hard way to live.

Unstable…and lonely. 

“You know, it’s amazing how much you and Colter have in common,” Dory said. She folded her hands on the table and met her brother with a pointed look.

He huffed in response, though he glanced at you, then back at his sister. As if he was saying, You really want to do this now?

Dory had told you before that Colter was a “rewardist,” or some kind of bounty hunter. The nature of his work kept him busy, and seemingly too busy for his sister. But you also sensed there was an edgier history here.

For the first time, you felt like you were intruding in a moment between brother and sister that went beyond words.

After a moment, Russell shook his head.

“Look, I tried with him, all right? He won’t talk to me,” he said. He went back to eating, polishing off his fries. He offered you one that was half-smothered in siracha.

“Come on. Live on the edge with me,” he teased.

You eyed the sauce-covered fry in distaste, but after glancing up at his more playful smile, you accepted his offer. You chewed in contemplation, and found that the tangy hint of kick wasn’t so bad. 

“Eh? Eeeh? Delicious, am I right?” he said, his hands going wide.

You rolled your eyes, but you nodded in agreement.

“It’s all right,” you replied.

“Yes!” Russell’s hands swept up higher, like he was celebrating a touchdown. "See, I told ya."

You couldn’t help but laugh. Dory shook her head fondly and gave him a clean napkin for the bit of schmutz she spotted at the corner of his mouth.

“Here, wipe your siracha face.”

“You really don’t have to,” you said, as Russell helped you gathered your stack of papers and slung your work bag over his shoulder.

“No, no. I’m a bonafide gentleman. Ain’t that right, D?” he asked his sister. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, but she did give you a knowing smile.

“Oh, his intentions are pure,” she said.

 And by that, you both understood her meaning. His intentions couldn’t be any clearer than a mallet over the head, but you kind of found it endearing.

This man really carried your stuff from the Sciences building across the entire campus to your office. All the while, he asked you about how you and Dory met, the kinds of things you two did together, and if you thought she was happy working here.

You had a feeling he was trying to learn more about his sister’s life. On one hand, it was rather sweet. On the other, it made you realize that there was distance in this family, both literal and figurative. You were glad to hear that Russell, at least, was trying to bridge that gap with his sister. Dory deserved to have more of that in her life.

As you explained to Russell while you led him down the hall to your office, your friendship with her had just…clicked. From the very beginning.

“Dory, you know. She’s more than kind,” you said. “She’s a real one. I can rely on her, even when I can’t rely on my own family.”

Russell hummed at that. “That sounds like a story.”

“Yeah,” you said, glancing away for a moment. You smiled and met his gaze once more. “Maybe one for another time.”

“So you’re on board with a ‘next time.’ Good to know,” Russell remarked. Your smile deepened.

It was good timing when you two finally reached your office. You unlocked it and let him inside, so he could set down your bag, and the god-forsaken stack of internship applications back onto your desk. You’d probably be stuck here working late on those.

“Well, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to schlep for me,” you said.

When you turned, Russell was a bit close. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make a trill of something zip up your spine. You smelled more intensely his cologne, woodsy and warm. Looking up at him, you once again found his smile.

“It’s no problem,” he said, but his eyes met yours for a moment, as if he lost his train of thought.

“What?” you asked, a bit nervous.

“Anybody ever tell you, you got soulful eyes?” he asked.

It took your brain a second or two to compute, but when his words registered, you had to laugh. You held it behind your hand, while the other went to steady yourself on your desk.

 “Well, that’s a line if I’ve ever heard one,” you said, shading your “soulful” eyes with a hand.

You didn’t know it, but Russell’s face warmed in slight embarrassment. He recovered though, taking in your pretty laugh, and the shade of your hair, let loose around your shoulders, and yes, your eyes, when you let him see them again.

If he hadn’t known before, now he was convinced.

He wanted to see more of you before he left town.

“Hey, now that was 100% genuine,” Russell said, but his grin spoke volumes. When your mirth died down, he scratched the back of his head.

“Okay, cards on the table. Would you be interested in grabbing a drink with me sometime?” he asked.

You took in a breath at that. You actually did consider his offer, because homebrew and siracha fries be damned, there was something more to him. It was lying in wait, behind those eyes that were drawing you in.

However, this was also a man whose job basically made him a nomad. It didn’t exactly scream relationship material.

Which only left the alternative: something…casual.

You just didn’t know if that alternative was such a good idea. Not with your best friend’s brother.

“Just a drink. No frills, no more grilling you about my sister,” Russell said, breaking you from your deliberation. He gestured a hand between the two of you. “Just this. You and me.”

Eventually, you sighed. Your lips raised into a more genuine smile.

“Sometime, huh?” you asked.

He smiled back. “Tonight?”

You hesitated, but despite your better judgment, you nodded before you could change your mind. You still weren’t sure what to make of this guy, but you were willing to find out.

“Sure,” you said. “Howley’s at eight?”

“Well, all right,” Russell said.

He surprised you by sweeping up your hand into his. You looked up at him, curious, but not wary. Anticipation tingled down your spine.

He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Soft shock made your eyes widen as you blushed, feeling the subtle graze of his beard against your skin.

Who is this guy, Cary Grant? you thought.

But when he pulled away, you had to remind yourself to breathe. Again, you caught sight of his cheeky grin.   

“See you tonight,” he said.

AN: He is beauty he is grace, he is Mr. Siracha Face. 😆

Let me know if you guys liked this! 💜 It's my first time writing a character based solely on one episode, but I'm already sketching out my outline for the little series that will continue this one-shot, tentatively titled "Every Second Counts."

Stay tuned! 😘

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