Even though Joseph was the leader, he made no effort to take David's office for his own.
The boy was unorganized and he didn't seem to care about recording their missions down. He thought he could remember them all and he was worried that if anyone came in here that wasn't supposed to be in here, then it might leave a paper trail and either tell where their allies were or convict them for their crimes.
Silly Joseph, that could easily be dealt with a firestarter."
So David took it upon himself to do it. He was just taking care of the report from the docks when he looked up and saw Naomi leaning against the doorway, "Naomi, it's three in the morning, what are you doing awake?"
"I can't sleep."
"And so watching me fill out paperwork is going to cure your insomnia?"
"Figured I'd give it a go."
He looked back down on his paperwork, "Does your brother know that you're having nightmares again?"
She leaned against the doorframe and sighed; "Now why would I tell him anything like that?"
"I thought things were better between you two."
"They are, I just don't want to stress him out over a few little nightmares. You know how he gets," She sat across from him, "Are reports all you're doing?"
"No. I'm still considered a wanted felon by Guardian right, so I'm trying to find a loop hole in which I won't be tried by a kangaroo court and executed for all those little laws I broke."
"I thought all your charges were dropped when the team got me back." "
"Well, since I wasn't officially part of the team at that time due to my departure, I don't want to be surprised if the Guardians change their minds. They've been known to do that when it conveniences them."
"Oh," she crossed her legs, "I don't think they'd stoop that low."
"Are you sleep talking or something? Of course they'd stoop that low, look at what they've done to you."
"Don't remind me," she said wryly.
"What are you doing here anyway? I'm hardly the one you go to when you want to chat. I'm hardly the one that anyone goes to when they want to chat…in fact I'd like to keep it that way."
"No one else is awake."
"Everyone's so messed up that no one sleeps throughout the night anymore, so I find that hard to believe," he stood.
"You're not exactly pushing the company away that much," she pointed out, "And anyway, you said you had something for me."
"I do have something that I want to show you. Um… one of our Guardians went as far as the 1400's to give people abilities."
"Isn't that a bit dangerous considering how people were back then?"
"When has the Guardian Order cared about the consequences such as that? Anyway, one of the…patients developed a fire-starting ability..."
"You think he might be an ancestor? Unless they were from Germany or Britain I don't see that happening."
"I don't know if he's somehow related to you or if he's not, but he wrote an account of his abilities and I thought that maybe you'd like to read them," he pulled out an old worn journal that looked like it'd been well maintained."
Her eyes widened, "Where would you get this?"
"One of the other Guardians owed me a favor. I promised him I wouldn't break his legs for sending those clones after me if I got it from him."
She stared at it, "Why would you do this for me?"
"Because unlike your brother, you don't threaten to kill me every other day, so this is a gift. Maybe you'll find something you can use."
"I…," she stopped, "I don't know what to say. But David, I have more control of my ability than I care to admit. I don't see how this would help me now"
"It's not supposed to be something to teach you how to use your ability. It's supposed to be something about someone you can relate to. He has the same ability as you do, perhaps you can find something in there that's comforting that you can't find anywhere else. There's a certain acceptance that you can't find even amongst other advanced humans when they don't have your ability."
"Well," she smiled, "Thank you so much for this. I-," she stopped and put her head against her forehead.
He studied her, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she stood and weighed the book in her hands, "I should probably go."
He sat up straighter, "Oh stay for a little bit. I insist. As much as I enjoy the quiet, it would be nice to have company."
"No, I should-," her face twitched and she put her hands to her head and groaned, "I need to go."
"Hey," he stood and walked around the desk when she nearly fell on the ground, "I think you might need to lie down."
He reached for her, but as soon as he put his hand on her shoulder, she jerked out of his grip, twisted his wrist around and hit him hard in the face. He tried to block the move, but her sudden attack threw him off balance and he fell backwards.
He felt the cold steel of his gun pressed against his waistband, he tried to reach around his back to grab it, but Naomi planted her foot on his chest. He stopped moving and raised his hands in a surrender position.
Naomi stared at him with cold blue eyes, "Whoops."
The last thing he saw was a boot to his skull.