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*walks into his office, but doesn't sit*

Friend is a very loose term...*doesn't need to ask who he is referring too, only one person would prompt Rotti Largo to request his presence*

*smiles very gently* I know several terms to describe you two but that one seemed to the most innocuous.

I call you because I know you care for him- *touches a button on his desk and watches as the screens light up scenes in real time (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/12314713.html?thread=372291673#t372291673), archived footage (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/12263113.html), and at the very corner screen- a subtle warning (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/12314713.html?thread=372323417#t372323417)* And frankly I'm worried.

You know he left his post yes? Which means he's out of my protection. The world is cruel...and we both know how painfully gentle he really is.

Edited 2009-01-09 05:18 (UTC)

*forces himself to lie about caring for Nathan* That's debatable as well..*it's the scenes unfolding in front of him that make him sit- slowly. all he can do is painfully stare for several long moments*

*voice is a little distant* I am aware of that yes. *eyes darting between scenes* I thought it would be a good thing...*finally tears his eyes away from the screens and swallows* What does this have to do with me?

*watches him as he breaks- it's familiar and comfortable. Rotti raises slowly from his chair and crosses around the desk, putting his hand fatherly on his shoulder*

It created a vacuum within the Repo Men. He was- *a delicate pause, almost a proud smile* their leader. They trusted him. So much so that now they fracture without him. You've been in LA long enough to know Tokyo Rose threatens them and one by one they are attacked and brought down. This can't stand. I will confess to be many things but a wasteful man, I'm not.

Shilo needs her father, and I need skilled hands but necessity has forced me to not to care whose hands they are...

Do you understand?

*doesn't notice him rise from his chair, but when he feels the hand on his shoulder he flinches*

*listens carefully, almost sickened by the picture he paints of Nathan with his words it isn't until the meaning behind it all strikes him does he raise out of his seat- quickly*

You want me too...*horrified and almost disgusted expression* My hands will not be used for harm. *shaking his hand* I will not...I can not...

You sound like him.

*very gently, tenderly- his voice almost coos* "I'm a doctor. I'm a good man. I'm a father...I'm a husband." *watching him but doesn't stop him from moving* "I'm a good man...."

You know he only agreed to it to protect the girl. His little girl with the stolen middle name. He's always been so desperate to save the innocent and young...I wonder why that is...

*not moving but looking back to the screen as if he's seeing it for the first time. leans over and calls Jackson's comm* If he continues to resist, you have the authority to use deadly force.

*looks back* I'll make this simple. I'm a businessman after all, I want every party involved to be satisfied. Give me what I want, skilled hands- a sharp mind, a decent soul...

And I'll let him walk. What's left of the man you love, the man Marni loved can live out the rest of his years in peace. Shilo will continue to receive any medical attention she needs from GeneCo...

He was willing to do whatever he had to to protect someone he loved. The question is, will you do the same?

I. Am. A. Good. Man. *pent up anger and hatred for the man standing in front of him starting to bleed through* I'm not like him. Not like you or any of the others you've broken. You tried before and all you could manage to accomplish was convincing me to leave. I haven't changed. I. Won't. Change. I-

*hearing the subtle reference to his sister ties his stomach in knots, then it happens...the permission is given to kill and it stops him cold* No. *groaned before he can stop himself, his eyes watching Nathan on the screen desperately*

*hangs his head and lets his arms fall to his sides* ... *decision is made, before he says the words, he would have and still will do anything for his "friend"- to protect him as Largo so eloquently put it* You fucking bastard. *because he does indeed love Nathan...what other choice does he have?*

*reaches wordlessly into his desk, pulling out the contract and offering him a pen from his coat and offering it to him* Language, Dr. James. Language.

Sign it.

*puts his hand over the comm- no joy, no triumph written over his face- there's nothing to betray any kind of victory- for all you know this could be another business deal: goods and services bought and sold. Traded.*

And don't be so dramatic. I'm giving you what you wanted, aren't I? The man you loved back. A little bruised, a little older but back... I'm giving you what you wanted.

*warning tone* You should say thank you. *and waits for it- the finger over the comm and across town there's a man with a gun about to put down a monster*

*takes the pen from him and clutches it so tight his knuckles pale* Wallace. *through clinched teeth* Dr. Wallace.

*signs the paper "Dr. Gavin Kael Wallace" just to prove his point*

He'll never be the man I loved again. *stated very simply without any emotion behind it*

*looks at him anger flaring once more, but his eyes flicker to the comm* Thank. You. *almost chokes on the damn words*

*looking at Jamie with just the faintest touch of hate- simple, easy hate* You will hate him one day. I'll make sure of it.

*and as soon as the magic words are uttered, he claps the man on the back- almost jovial and leans to his comm*

*to Jackson* Let him go. Nathan Wallace and his daughter Shilo Wallace are free to go. *looks at Jamie as he speaks this* They're both free.