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It's been more than a few days since the last time Doc actually spoke to Katherine - and the way that they left each other has been biting at his insides, even through the battle and everything else that's gone on since the night he came back in half-frozen to death. Since then, he's gotten the sneaking feeling that she's trying to avoid him. He doesn't quite blame her, though, given the conversation and everything that happened that night - but that doesn't mean that not talking to her isn't driving him nuts.
The morning that Doc makes his way down the stables is cold. There's a fine layer of snow pack on the ground, and his boots crunch against the icy covering as he makes his way out. Normally, on Wednesdays, he sleeps in and doesn't make his way down to the stables until the afternoon.
Not today.
Part of it (him being up so early and headed down the path) is the fact that he hasn't been sleeping very well, and that he wants to work to get his mind off things. Part of it is the fact that he's hoping to catch her.
They need to talk - he knows that much.
He's wearing the lined flannel jacket, thick pants, and boots, with his scarf around his neck and a knit hat pulled own on his head, covering the messy swatch of blond hair. His hands are tucked deep into his pockets, fingers curled into fists inside wool-lined leather gloves. As he nears the stables, he wonders just what it is he's going to say if she is here, this morning.
Doc's thinking on that when he rounds the corner and ducks into the side door, entering the barn.
She's standing a distance away, brushing down a horse - Duncan - and both of them look as if they've been out for awhile in the weather. There's a ruddy bite to her skin from the cold, and a good lather of sweat on the horse's skin, which she's working on.
He nods his head. "Mornin'."
He greets her, simply, as he moves to his desk to pull off his hat.
The morning that Doc makes his way down the stables is cold. There's a fine layer of snow pack on the ground, and his boots crunch against the icy covering as he makes his way out. Normally, on Wednesdays, he sleeps in and doesn't make his way down to the stables until the afternoon.
Not today.
Part of it (him being up so early and headed down the path) is the fact that he hasn't been sleeping very well, and that he wants to work to get his mind off things. Part of it is the fact that he's hoping to catch her.
They need to talk - he knows that much.
He's wearing the lined flannel jacket, thick pants, and boots, with his scarf around his neck and a knit hat pulled own on his head, covering the messy swatch of blond hair. His hands are tucked deep into his pockets, fingers curled into fists inside wool-lined leather gloves. As he nears the stables, he wonders just what it is he's going to say if she is here, this morning.
Doc's thinking on that when he rounds the corner and ducks into the side door, entering the barn.
She's standing a distance away, brushing down a horse - Duncan - and both of them look as if they've been out for awhile in the weather. There's a ruddy bite to her skin from the cold, and a good lather of sweat on the horse's skin, which she's working on.
He nods his head. "Mornin'."
He greets her, simply, as he moves to his desk to pull off his hat.

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He lets that hang between them for a few seconds, before he closes his eyes and rubs at them hastily, in an effort to quell the urge for them to water. "I don't know. I'm just...I'm tryin' to make this right and I'm doin' a shit job of it but I don't want to give up."
I don't want to give up on us.
"And maybe that ain't fair t'you, to be so damn stubborn but I..."
He trails off with a shrug and looks up at her.
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She shrinks under his eyes when he looks up, clutching the cuff of her jacket like a little kid waiting for punishment.
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"I do apologize for swearin'," he murmurs, before he moves - he needs to move or he's going to go crazy - and paces a few steps away before he turns back, and then settles against the wall again. "Heat of the moment n'all."
She looks like she's ready for him to yell at her which confuses him.
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It's quiet.
So quiet.
"Doc, I... I can't marry you."
Beat.
"...Right now."
Not until I know where I stand.
Not until you know where I stand.
"But I... I want you to ask me again. Sometime."
She glances up, looking lost.
"But I don't want you to wait ten years."
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"Alright."
Despite the feeling in his stomach, the way he's wanting to curse himself for not being honest, the feelings running through his body and through his heart, he smiles, just a little.
(He's still got hope.)
Doc nods again, a little stronger.
"Alright. I will ask you 'gain sometime."
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She manages a small smile in return, nodding her head. She looks down and away, pulling in a deep, deep breath.
"And I-I... 'course I'm gonna come back. I'm gonna come back, Doc, I just need..."
To go home.
"...time."
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She misses her students.
She misses her friends.
She misses him.
Doc can understand that.
"You think you'll leave today?"
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Guilt twists her belly, but she doesn't look away.
"I don't know," she whispers, shaking her head somewhat numbly. "Perhaps. I haven't given it a great deal of thought."
She can't hold his gaze for long. Especially not when she opens her mouth, and murmurs haltingly:
"There's something... something I should... tell you, though. Something... before I leave."
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There is paperwork he could be doing, or he could clean the tack room
againand take some stock out to the back paddock...He looks away, so that she doesn't feel his eyes on her, and focuses on the growing light of morning outside the barn.
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She isn't sure what she means to say at all.
Her heart is racing, and it's suddenly cold where she's standing, by herself, an icy maw stretching between their bodies.
"I just don't know what's waiting for me when I get home," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around her body for some warmth and some comfort. "I left in the middle of everything. The schoolhouse is..."
No. Don't make this what it isn't.
She sighs.
"I find my thoughts wandering while I'm here," she continues, eyes alighting on the same doorway he's watching, the light of day casting a beam on the dirt at its entrance. "Thinking about folk there, that I've left behind. Some I'm afraid to see. Some I'm... not."
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Doc leans against the wall and glances over at her.
"If you're havin' trouble with folk you are afraid of, then you know you got me, you got Ben, you got a lot of folk here that ain't afraid t'stand up for you. Not sayin' you can't stand up for yourself - I know that ain't the case."
There's a definite fondness in his tone - with plenty of seriousness as well.
He looks back to the dirt.
"You got friends there, people you've been missin' like hell. Your students are there. There ain't...those kids mean the world t'you, Kate, darlin'. Just like mine meant the world to me."
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"I know. I guess I'm just... what I'm trying to say, is..."
Deep breath.
"I got someone there who has protected me. And been a good friend to me. And a listening ear, and a... a warm smile."
A tightness wraps around her throat like claws from a bear, and there's a long pause before she's able to push it away to finish her thought.
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He pulls in a breath and nods at her, to signal that she can continue as soon as she's able - as soon as she wants to, if she even wants to at all.
(Part of him can guess at what she's trying to say, he just doesn't want to say it for her.)
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"But I wanted you to know that I... I love you."
"I just...Kate I want you to be happy and I can't fault you for whatever that means. I won't. And if...there's someone else you'd rather be with...I just want you to be happy."
She opens her eyes and focuses them on his face. They're bright, and wide, and unflinching in their devotion.
"And I want to be with you."
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"Y'just need time."
I would wait ten years. More than ten years.
He pushes himself lightly off the wall and crosses the distance between the two of them, and settles his hand on her shoulder. "I understand. Trust me. I love you too and we will make this work."
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"I need to know that you want to be with me first, though. I need to know that and... like you said, I can't know that without more time."
She meets his gaze with those impossibly blue eyes of hers, searching out the gray-green orbs peering down at her.
"I want you to be able to trust me. I ... I need that."
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Doc sighs quietly and looks at her.
"What d'you need me to do to prove that?"
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"I don't know," she murmurs, truthfully. "I don't know, Doc. I just... need time, I suppose. I need to feel like I'm here."
Her hand slides over his heart, and there it rests against the fabric of his coat.
"Really here."
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She fits, right here.
"Well then, you got all the time in the world, darlin'," he whispers, before he squeezes her hand gently. "Cause I ain't goin' nowhere."
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It's going to be okay. It was just a misunderstanding. She did all that worrying for nothing, and dragged all those...
She opens her eyes to the sudden thought, squeezing his hand back.
"Doc? Did you tell anybody else about seeing your family when you went home?"
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His hand moves to her back, gloved fingers trailing along her spine, her body hidden beneath that long coat that she's wearing.
"Didn't tell nobody outside, save for my old boss...when I saw him."
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"No I... I mean. Well, golly, Doc I... I sort of told a few people about it," she admits, timidly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, but I... I was confused, and I needed advice. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so free with your personal life. I... I'm so sorry."
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Doc shakes his head slightly. He's not upset at all.
"It's alright."
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"It was... It was Lady Dem, whom I don't think you know, but she's a real nice lady, I'll just tell her to keep it mum and I know she will," she encourages, blue eyes wide with worry. "And then a gentleman by the name of Billy Kaplan, and Sheriff Pardy..."
Yeah, she was a busy girl that night.
"And I talked with Ben about it, too. ...And Miss Bishop, but she--she didn't..."
She's shaking her head, looking confused.
"She didn't act like she knew anything about it."
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Ben is Ben, and Kate...
Doc shakes his head. "It was only a word or two. I think she asked if I'd gone back, and I said yes...I don't really remember. It wasn't much, if anything at all."
His hand is still trailing down her back.
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