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[KC Evania Patterson]

“Then let’s hope you can decipher your chicken scratch when it comes to song writing or you’re going to be lost,” she teased though her destined profession wouldn’t be any better with her own barely decipherable text. It was a good thing that being a direction and filmmaker didn’t actually take much writing, just a lot of talking and the occasional yell. Those she could do, she could work with actors, help them to see her vision on a project, that wasn’t a problem, and she’d been directing her friends in silly little movies since she begged her father to buy her that first camera. Not to mention she was a film student now, with the hopes of graduating to an intern position at a local studio for extra experience. She was directing the theatre students in her mockumentaries and through the scripts she had to write for her classes, but that was only when their classes were combined. KC grinned, biting her bottom lip lightly. “You should be,” she said, leaning forward with mischief brightening her pale blue eyes. “But who’s going to like whose surprise better?” she asked, using her finger to lightly tilt Dawson’s head to a better angle for a stolen kiss. She didn’t know what Dawson’s surprise was, but she loved surprises so she was looking forward to finding out whatever it might be.

“Someone tried stabbing you with a fork in the lunchroom but you survived?” she offered as a suggestion to his question. She could have come up with many scenarios that could have had Dawson, his family and his doctor’s coming to the conclusion that he was “built backwards” like he always joked. She wouldn’t lie and had told Dawson as much when she found out about his interesting inner workings, she’d been confused and intrigued and took to the internet to research and get a basic understanding so she wouldn’t be badgering her now boyfriend about his mirrored insides. KC liked that it didn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to do. She knew people who broke a nail and thought the world was over. So she liked that, a lot. Linking her fingers with his, she walked with him back to the car. “They’ll miss us when we’re just dust outlines,” she said laughing as he words instantly concurred up images of the roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote.

KC didn’t mind road trips or long car rides, she just didn’t enjoy cars. She always felt like she was caged in and she couldn’t stand that feeling. She liked her bike for the simple fact that there was nothing between her and the open air. She could do what she liked easier on her motorbike than she could in any other vehicle. But she also knew when her motorbike wasn’t the best form of transportation. She simply took comfort in knowing the trip would be over as quickly as was possible and then she would be free of the metal box for a little while at least. She let out a sigh of relief when shortly after lunch, Dawson pulled into the entrance of the park. She didn’t need to since they would be parking and finding their way soon enough but she still jumped out of the passenger seat and stretched while Dawson went to deal with the check in and paperwork. When she saw him leaving, she jumped back in again, not bothering with her seatbelt this time around. When he’d parked, she was excited, full of bottled energy just waiting to be let free. Grinning like a kid in a candy store, KC leaned a little further into the quick kiss, before she waited just out of the way for Dawson to gather up the bags and took what was left herself; shutting the truck and moving quickly to catch up with him. She set the bags down next to the rest before taking a seat on Dawson’s knee and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “This was a very good idea,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Grinning, Dawson tapped his finger against the side of his head. “Ah, all the important stuff stays up here. The ‘chicken scratch’ is just to keep the secrets safe from everyone else; a thief deterrent!”

[/color] He said, throwing in a wink just because he could. He had no concrete plans for his future, but music was a definite and always had been ever since his childhood. Dawson was in no rush to find that perfect career though; he wanted to take his time and cross a few more things off his ever expanding bucket list. It seemed to be that every time he got around to crossing one thing off, he already had another dream in mind to replace it! His grin turned into a cheeky smirk. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, mine’s a pretty impressive surprise.”[/color] He teased, though in reality it was more of a joke than anything really impressionable. He just got a little carried away whenever he packed for camping and since the tent was a reasonable spacious one, he often ended up turning it into some kind of Dawson den, even if the trip was only for a night or two.

Laughing this time, Dawson shook his head and just pressed his lips to KC’s temple. “Not quite, although it did all start with a fateful lunch hour, back in the years of braces and bad haircuts.”[/color] He grinned, as though he was setting the scene for some epic tale. Most people might keep their medical history to themselves, but Dawson seemed to boast about his unique condition. He just found it to be funny and loved confusing people with his proclamation about being built backwards. Other than getting a slightly worse case of the flu each winter, it didn’t actually affect his life and it wasn’t as if he had to keep returning to the hospital for treatments or check-ups. If Dawson found himself being prodded and poked by a doctor, it was usually because of an injury he had sustained during his active lifestyle. “They’ll probably take photos from the CCTV and make them into wanted posters, western style.”[/color] He remarked, still sporting his usual goofy grin.

It wouldn’t take too long to get the tent set up and ready. Dawson figured that if they sorted through it now that they would have more time in the evening to relax once the trails were closed off for the night. For now, they could afford a few minutes to stretch out and breathe in the fresh air; ten hours mainly spent inside a small, packed car wasn’t exactly an entirely comfortable situation. Plus, with the amount of energy both of them had bottled up over the last few hours, they probably needed a moment or two before it exploded out of them and they turned into giddy idiots. “Well, I do have my moments of genius.”[/color] He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist so that she didn’t fall as he leaned in for a sweet kiss.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC rolled her eyes. The antics the pair could get up to could be quite comical. “It’s as good as any safe,” She said blandly, but still unable to hold back the laugh that followed. KC was actually thankful she still had a couple years left of school. She wasn’t ready to grow up just yet and having that diploma meant she would have to. Ever since she picked up that first video camera, she’d known it was what she wanted to do with her life, even if she was just as good with gymnastics, dance or anything else she did; those things were just hobbies, something to pass the time with, something to keep her busy and out of trouble. “I’m sure I’ll be speechless when I see what it is,” KC said, grinning. She was hoping for that very reaction when she showed him hers but she wouldn’t know until they got to their destination and night fell. It had been too long since KC had gone camping. The last time had been the summer after her freshman year when her climbing buddies from Arizona showed up in New York to ‘kidnap’ for a long weekend. She had to make up a lot of hours for that trip at work, but thankfully her boss understood and just booked her in for those extra hours without any trouble.

“Promising beginning for a scene,” she said. Though she grinned and chuckled, she was serious. KC was lucky that Dawson joked about his being built backwards. It meant that her words didn’t bring out bad moods or attitudes like they would have with some people. KC didn’t have much of a filter, and she was aware of that. Not having one had gotten her into plenty of trouble in Arizona and New York. But she could usually fix what she broke easily enough with an explanation and a sweet smile. She almost never meant any harm by her words, though she could admit, there were times when she’d meant every mean and terrible words she said; it was rare, but it happened. “Then we’ll have to send someone back to get copies,” she said clapping her hands excitedly. “If they don’t, I’ll be really disappointed,” she added, pouting. The idea had her mind working though and wishing she had brought her laptop along with them. The battery wouldn’t have lasted long but she could have had enough time to actually create those wanted posters.

KC loved climbing trips and she just wished she could go on them without a car. If it were possible to carry all her camping and climbing equipment on her back and drive her motorbike wherever she was going, she would. But it wasn’t possible so she took a page out of the yoga book by taking deep, calming breaths and kept her mind off the fact she was sitting in a metal box on wheels. “Occasionally,” she said, kissing him back. “Okay,” she said after moment, pulling away far enough to rest her forehead against Dawson’s. “I have way too much energy that I need to get rid of. Let’s do something about that,” she said, giving in and kissing Dawson again before standing back up and clapping her hands together like she knew where to start. If she were being honest, she wanted to do a couple flips around their camping area just to dispel some of the built up energy she had.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

“Better than a safe! A safe can be cracked, but my thoughts…well, there is so much crap up there it’ll take a lifetime for anyone else to find the good stuff.”

[/color] He laughed, shaking his head and then running his fingers through the tangles of overgrown hair that he had forgotten to tend to that morning. Dawson didn’t exactly come across as the most serious of men and most of the time it was because his thoughts were so scattered and flitting from casual topic to casual topic. Even now when he was officially a graduate he didn’t act as though he had been through those four years of college. “You will see how amazing a boyfriend I am when you see it.”[/color] Dawson was far too excited every time the prospect of camping came up in his life and bringing KC with him this time just made him that little bit giddier. He had packed more of the silly, unnecessary things than he could even remember, but he was certain they’d have a good laugh about most of them whenever they fell out of the bags a little later.

With a small shrug, Dawson managed another of his easy grins. “And I’m an excellent solution if you ever have a mental block.”[/color] He joked. His imagination was definitely alive enough to come up with all kinds of wonderful ideas, but his heart was always in the music rather than anything else. He also lacked the attention span to attempt most other subjects. “Seriously, you have the perfect man, you lucky thing, you.”[/color] He winked down at KC and his grin grew wider. Whenever Dawson spoke like that he was only teasing; he knew he was just as flawed as everyone else. Some people took it the wrong way and thought that he was another arrogant musician, but those people either didn’t take the time to get to know him or they weren’t the kind of people Dawson wanted to associate himself with anyway. With the amount of charity work that he did, hanging around hypocrites and judgemental folk only made him lose faith in society and put him in a foul mood; and Dawson hated catching himself in a bad mood. “I’ll get the Gotham crew on it at once! They’re a bunch of troublemakers and ninjas.”[/color] He laughed, thinking about his colleagues who he had to admit had some crazy moments during the hours in the comedy club. If they weren’t insulting or throwing their own sarcasm back and forth then they were hyperactive and acting more like little kids. Ask them to pull a stunt like that and he had a gut instinct that they’d be all over it in a heartbeat and probably have the comical plan to match.

“Well, if I had them too often then the world would just be intimidated by my superior knowledge and understanding of the universe.”[/color] Most of the time Dawson just let words fall from his lips without even thinking about what he was saying or even hearing himself. When he joked around as much as he did it just came instinctively to speak first and think later. “Oh, I can think of many ways you can rid of that…but first we’d need the privacy of the tent.”[/color] He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and flashed her another toothy smile as he pulled her back for another quick kiss. Wanting to get some time in on the climbing trails before sunset, he let her go and turned his attention to where he knew the tent bag was in the pile. It wouldn’t take too long to get everything set up and he had done this enough times to have some chaotic system already mentally prepared.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

“Until you lose your mind,” KC said, grinning imagining him as Tootles from Hook and those marbles he left behind in Neverland. Only the marbles would be his lyrics and songs and Dawson already had the crazy hair. Unlike him, KC had to write everything down whenever she got an idea, however stupid or simple it was. Even if it turned out she tossed it away later, she made a note of it when she thought it up so she could expand and work on it later before rejecting it or keeping it. Her laptop, external hard drives and phone were her life to keep track of her ideas, plots and plans. At least she still had a few years left before she needed to find a new way of keeping her things organised. “If it’s that great, we might not leave the tent this weekend,” she said, wiggling her brows suggestively. She was already hoping that her little surprise had them losing time for a bit.

KC quirked at brow at her boyfriend like he was a few sandwiches short a full picnic. “What is this “mental block” you speak of?” she asked, shaking her head sadly. Like anyone, KC went through days when she just couldn’t think up anything worthy of being written down right off the mark but she usually had notebook pages full of things that held her over until brilliant ideas came back to her. Of course, when quite a few of those ridiculous and often brilliant ideas crop up, she was with Dawson and doing something most people would shudder at. “Have you ever thought that maybe it’s really the other way around and you have the perfect woman and she just makes you better?” She asked grinning as her brows reached up to her hairline. KC rarely took Dawson seriously simply because he made it really difficult for her. He was always acting a fool, being silly and walking a fine line between crazy and just plain insanity; not that she was complaining any. It was always an adventure when she was with Dawson, he made it so easy to just let go of everything. With her sister, she was one person, one that hid her passion for just adventurous pastimes so she wouldn’t scare Tabby. But with Dawson, she didn’t have to hide a single part of herself in fear that he wouldn’t like something.

“If I watch Brooke for a weekend or something, Tabs might do it,” She said considering, but shook her head. KC knew better than to think her sister would bugger off for a weekend without her baby girl; even if KC offered to watch over her the entire time. Her time away would just be spent texting the eldest twin, checking on the toddler and worrying that KC would be feeding the little dear too many sweets and keeping her up well past her bedtime. Plus, Tabs had no idea what her big sister did on those dates with Dawson or weekend trips she took randomly. “Have them too often and I’ll be invited to a burning at the stake,” she teased, wrinkling her nose with the laughter. “People would be terrified of you and your Merlin-esque ways,” she added, grinning. KC had quite the creative imagination. Her own words had an entire scene playing out in her mind of how that would go exactly, and she had to admit, it would be something she would love to film simply because it was so ludicrous. KC leaned into the stolen kiss, grinning against Dawson’s lips. They would really get nothing done if they kept this up. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. Great minds and all,” she said, laughing as she moved off to let Dawson up. She really did have too much energy to just be sitting around doing nothing at all. “Need any help with that?” she asked, watching her boyfriend digging out the tent bag.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Flicking his wrist, Dawson scoffed at the idea and shook his head. “I lost my mind many moons ago.”

[/color] He said ever so casually before huffing a chunk of his hair out of his eyes. “I just come across so wonderful that people rarely question it!”[/color] Usually he heard the “are you mad?!” comments whenever he mentioned base jumping or Via Ferrata or something similar to the adrenaline inducing activities he loved so much. He laughed it off, usually agreed that he was and continued on his way. When he had told his mom about his plans for this weekend break she had sighed and asked if KC might prefer a hotel and somewhere more romantic instead. He had laughed at that, too, but his mom was convinced that Dawson had missed out on the elegant charm that his dad apparently had. That was the point when Dawson chose to be busy and hang up the phone, but he still chuckled at the thought of his mom telling the others in the street about her lost cause of a son and his idea of a romantic weekend. “As incredible as that would be, I can only climb so high in the tent…and I have far too much climbing rope with me.”[/color] He grinned, sweeping in to steal a kiss in the moment. “But I’m sure we’ll spend an indecent amount of time in the tent.”[/color] He teased suggestively, grinning against her lips.

“You haven’t yet experienced it because you have me in your life. I’m just an endless fountain of inspiration and muse.”[/color] He answered without missing a beat, keeping a serious straight face the entire time. On the days when he lacked the necessary muse to complete a college assignment or focus on his music, Dawson often found himself turning to his sporting hobbies to blow off some steam and free up some of his concentration. It worked more often than not and he usually had some interesting run-ins with people on the streets or in the park. Most of the time, society provided the best ideas without even realising that they were doing it! Pretending to think for just a moment, Dawson made a loud ‘mm’ sound and then shook his head. “No; I’ve always been brilliant.”[/color] He grinned, fooling around again. He did consider himself pretty lucky to have met KC. She could put up with most of his crazy ways and she shared his passion for the extreme sports he loved so much. Dawson only knew a handful of girls like that and the only one he had ever dated had not been the biggest fan of how much he joked around. For Dawson, he’d rather constantly keep a smile on someone’s face with silly little jokes and pretend games than have to just pull them out on the tough days. He could be serious when the matter called for it, but more often than not he was the guy who broke the awkward silence by saying something dry or ridiculous. He always had been and probably always would be.

Lighting up like someone had just said Christmas had come early, Dawson clapped his hands together and grinned. “Baby Parkour! There’s a kid’s course at the gym I took you to, y’know.”[/color] He didn’t think Tabby would approve of that at all, but Dawson had always made empty threats to anyone with kids that he was going to get them hooked on the sport. One day it would happen with a child, he was determined, but he’d never do it behind a parent’s back; he still liked to joke though! Wrinkling his nose, Dawson shot KC a look as though she didn’t know him at all. “I would do a double flip over those flames and vault with the stake.”[/color] He said, as though she ought to have already known that would be his solution. “I could totally be Merlin.”[/color] He added for no real reason other than the thought amused him slightly. Grinning and nipping playfully at her lip, Dawson raised his eyebrows. “Genius minds.”[/color] He corrected, pushing himself to his feet and beginning the necessary work to provide the canvas shelter for their weekend. “No, no, I got this. You can see what else we have and play about with sorting that crap out.”[/color] He gestured to the rest of the bags, knowing there would be plenty to keep KC busy if she wanted to be while he pulled the tent together. It didn’t take him all that long after doing it often enough to have the steps memorised and he sang loudly the whole time he worked. Once their tent was standing proudly, Dawson rubbed his hands together and turned around to see what KC was doing and to start moving things inside. “Our castle, M’lady.”[/color] He said, gesturing to the decent sized tent before bowing dramatically at the waist.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, they question it, and wonder why the nice hospital has let you out on a day pass. They just know better than to ask,” she teased, biting her lip to stop the laughter. There were reasons so few people knew about her hobbies. Like this trip, her sister knew nothing about it, just that she was going away for a few days with Dawson. There was some teasing but that was it. Her father knew more, but then, she could never hide anything from him. He’d laughed when she told him the plans for this trip and said Dawson might actually be perfect for her and be able to keep up with her. He had no idea what exactly was planned for the weekend, but he did know about the climbing. “Dusk till dawn and maybe more,” she said, stealing another kiss.

“That’s quite a pedestal you have yourself on there, Naylor,” KC said, narrowing her eyes so they wouldn’t reveal how much she wanted to laugh at the goofball she was with. She adored being with Dawson, he was so rambunctious and he could keep up with her. Of the guys KC had ever been linked to, none of them could keep up with her. They tried too many times to change her favoured hobbies to safer ones so they wouldn’t have to put too much energy into the relationship or getting to know the real KC. Dawson never tried to change the pretty film student and embraced the energetic lifestyle as much as she did! They were almost perfect for each other. “Ass,” KC teased, slapping the back of her hand against Dawson’s chest.

“Tabs doesn’t know what I get up to in my spare time. I’m pretty sure it would give her a heart attack if she ever found out and then she would never let me alone with Brooke.” She would be too afraid her baby would end up an adrenaline junkie like her auntie KC. And KC was allowed broken bones, concussions and headaches for weeks but sweet little Brooklyn was not. Maybe if KC ever told Tabitha what she got up to in her spare time, she might allow Brooke to go to the padded gym once or twice, but that would mean sharing a secret part of her life that was only KC’s. They may have been twins, but both could hold their secrets. KC’s was to keep her sister from going grey and worrying herself to death and Tab’s was her entire life in California. She couldn’t find fault in it when she was doing the same thing. “And what if they’ve taken precautions to prevent you from doing just that because they’re aware of your hobbies, hmm?” KC asked, crossing her arms over her chest. KC made a face, shaking her head. “I like this,” She said, running her fingers over the stubble on Dawson’s chin and leaning close to press a light kiss to his jaw. “But if it gets Merlin long, this,” she continued, pointing at herself, “Won’t be yours. Not to mention all that hair would get in the way with Parkour, abseiling and rock climbing. I bet Brooke would love to braid it though,” KC teased, laughing.

Letting Dawson be a guy and fix the tent himself, KC went to work separating and sorting the rest of their bags and the climbing gear to the sound of his singing. It had all been checked but she was fussy when it came to her gear and she would check it again before they hit a trail; there was no room for mistakes. KC lifted her head to look at Dawson when he spoke and laughed at the exaggerated bow. “The queen and the court jester hidden away from the world,” KC remarked, tossing a bag of clothes at the crazy man she was with. She stood, brushing her pant legs clear of grass and dirt and picked up another bag, bringing it over to the tent.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Shooting KC a playful little glare, Dawson haphazardly flicked the messy hair from his eyes. “They see me too often to believe that.”

[/color] He countered simply enough, as though the conversation they were having was a serious one. He could easily believe that people questioned his sanity when they saw some of his preferred hobbies, but he had yet to be submitted for a psychiatric evaluation and people had often just described him as “quite the character”, which always brought a grin to Dawson’s face since he could only imagine some of the things they were really thinking about. “Mm, I like the sound of that.”[/color] He grinned boyishly, tugging KC closer to steal a languished kiss from her and playfully tickle her sides as he stepped back.

“Other people put me on it. They’re just in awe of my brilliance.”[/color] He proclaimed with a dramatic sigh as though it was something that bored him. He was far more used to people shaking their heads at him and questioning his sanity when he explained what his next great adventure would be. Dawson was planning a few for when he was back in the city and back to doing his usual charitable stunts and performances. He liked to keep busy and even though he had no grand plan about where he wanted to be in ten years, it didn’t stop Dawson from doing and trying things now. He didn’t see the point in wasting life when each day was a chance to do something great and push the boundaries even more. “Gorgeous.”[/color] He retorted, snatching KC up by her waist and then slinging her over his shoulder easily enough, showing no sign of letting her put her feet back on the ground for a good few minutes.

Grinning, Dawson slung his arm over KC’s shoulders and then winked down at her. “But she does work with me and I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t know what I like to get up to in my spare time. I hope she doesn’t think you’re going to tame me.”[/color] He feigned shock and horror at the thought and then grinned that cheeky grin again. He raked his fingers through his hair, tugging it away from his face though it fell right back down in the next second. “You should know by now that I always have a trick up my sleeve, doll.”[/color] Dawson liked having a silly answer for everything, even if it annoyed other people when they were trying to have a serious conversation with him. He enjoyed being kept on his toes and where the conversations could lead when he threw one of his crazier ideas into the pot. Grinning, Dawson stole a quick kiss from KC. His reason for the stubble was mainly because he hated the chore of shaving so often. This was easier and suited him more. “It wouldn’t be as awesome as Merlin’s until I’m old. So I wouldn’t grow it until I could pull it off properly.”[/color] He stated, as though he had put plenty of thought into this grand plan of becoming a wizard.

“The court jester knew more than the King. He was in with the maids and they had the gossip.”[/color] He said as he caught the bag tossed his way and smirked up from behind it. Grabbing another armful of the bags they had with them he ducked under the canvas door and dropped them inside to be dealt with a little later. For now, he wrapped his arms around KC’s waist from behind and tugged her against his chest. “And now you’re mine.”[/color] He added a villainous cackle for affect and then held her tighter, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

“You’ve not met my boss or heard what she has to say,” KC said seriously. “She asks every shift if I’ve gotten you a weekend pass for my days off.” The things KC got questioned about weren’t anything to do with her personal life; more like why she chose New York and all the dull things that accompanied an interrogation like that. She had kept her extracurricular activities to herself and only sharing those particular hobbies with a handful of people so as it quiet them down when “I’m going camping” wasn’t a good enough excuse. Her boss knew everything, those tales kept work interesting when there wasn’t anything to do for an hour or more and they were left standing around filing their nails. And aside from a few people she climbed with in Upstate New York that lived in the city, only Dawson knew what she got up to in her spare time; and that was mostly because they were together when they could be. “I bet you do,” she said quietly, laughing as she danced away from Dawson and his playful fingers.

KC rolled her eyes and let out one of the soft sigh like she was getting close to the end of her patients. “Dawson, sweetie, the nice people who share those padded rooms with you don’t count, remember?” she asked, in a soothing voice, reaching out to place her hands on his forearms. These moments, these crazy conversations were part of the reason KC loved being around Dawson. She was more herself, more the insane, fun loving blonde with Dawson. Everyone knew who she was and how she acted but with him, it was just better. KC was about to open her mouth to come back with something better and keep the playful name calling going but Dawson caught her off guard, hoisting her up over his shoulder. “I was going to say that’s so sweet of you and that I might have to keep you around a little longer if you’re going to compliment me like that. But now I’m just going to call you Beast and learn the drums,” she said, tapping her fingers against Dawson’s backside rhythmically. She didn’t know how long she would be up over Dawson’s shoulder but she was going to make the best of it by annoying him and laughing.

“Heaven forbid!” KC gasped, feigning shock at the thought of Dawson settled down. “She hasn’t asked and she won’t, not me anyway. She might ask you if she gets nervous enough. And she knows I’m not about to tell her and give her grey hair worrying about me, she has better things to do. Besides, Brooke is already on that job,” KC admitted. Their relationship had a don’t ask, don’t tell quality to it. Things were just known and others just weren’t asked about, even if one or the other really wanted to know; like what KC and Dawson really got up to on their dates. Questions were asked of course, and some details were given, they were close but for the most part, KC left out the extreme sports aspect of all her stories. If anything, Tabs probably thought they sat around places and talked or curled up on a couch and watched movies all night. For the more adventurous twin, curling up on the couch was just too tame. “A trick up your sleeve and an answer for everything,” She said, rolling her eye. It could get annoying but it was usually rare for her to feel that way and when it did happen, she usually just ignored him until she was back in chipper spirits.

“So we have what, another fifty or so years until the teasing can really begin?” KC asked, looking towards the sky like she was thinking something through completely. “I guess that gives me more than enough time to come up with plenty of jokes and taunts to annoy you with.” She looked back at him with mischief in her pale blue eyes. Whenever KC was with Dawson, he always seemed to get this side of her out quickly. She was always hyperactive and bouncing, unless she’d just rolled out of bed, so this added energy could only be because of Dawson. “Funny and smart, it’s a wonder the Queen didn’t have an affair,” she considered aloud. She picked up the last of the bags surrounding her and brought them to the tent to be sorted through whenever they got around to it. Laughing, KC ran her hands over Dawson’s forearms, spinning around only after the sweet kiss, to throw her arms over his shoulders loosely. “What are we going to do with all this time on our hands?” She asked, lifting to the tips of her toes brushing her nose against his playfully.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Thinking for a moment, Dawson’s eyes narrowed habitually as he searched through his memories. “Is she the one who seems to watch me like a hawk when I pick you up from work?”

[/color] It was hard to keep track of passing faces when Dawson was constantly running through life as though he had somewhere important to be. Some people found it impossible to believe that he wasn’t cruising on an endless supply of energy drinks or caffeine, but Dawson was naturally a bundle of energy and even if he had to sit still for something he found himself tapping his fingers or drumming on his leg. He couldn’t sit still if his life depended on it. It was hardly surprising to him when people asked him about it or commented on his energetic mannerisms. Dawson had learnt years ago to roll with whatever people or life threw at him and so far nothing had proved too much for him.

“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that, doll. Of course you count.”[/color] He grinned, winking and stealing a quick kiss before KC was able to say anything else. If he was insane then she had to be as well, or else why would she spend so much time running around the city with him, keeping up with his insane ideas and plans for their date nights. Laughing, Dawson spun around with KC hung over his shoulder, twirling for a few moments but stopping before he got dizzy enough to fall over. “You’re going to keep me around anyway and you know it. As for Beast, it’s one nickname I’ve not had yet, but it’s not one that’s going to offend me. Smart dude, he was!”[/color] Dropping her back to her feet, he held her tight with his grin still in place. “And you know you prefer the guitarists.”[/color] Wiggling his eyebrows he stole another sweet kiss.

Grinning again, Dawson couldn’t resist himself. “And I, of course, will tell her the most delightful tale about jumping from rooftops, scaling buildings and running about the city in the middle of the night. I’ll make us both sound like Batman, but without the crimes and the masks.”[/color] He teased, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to resist making up such a dramatic tale if Tabby did corner him at work about his date nights with her sister. He was far too mischievous for his own good at times and causing trouble and grinning as he skipped away was right up his alley. Dawson had enough siblings to know the drill and he was usually the reason why there had been so many screaming teenagers under one roof. He couldn’t resist taunting them from time to time and while they were still pretty close, his trips back to Alaska were not complete without teasing and pranking each of them in turn. They could be old and grey and Dawson honestly thought that he would still be acting like some kind of giddy imp. “What can I say? I’m a gifted man!”[/color]

Laughing, he nodded his head. “Something like that. I’ll definitely be the crazy old man, that’s for sure.”[/color] He didn’t think that there would be anything that could slow him down, not even old age. Eccentric until the day the Reaper came for him, Dawson would definitely be causing trouble in his golden days. “You’ll have to write them down. You might forget about them in all that time, or move on to something else completely different.”[/color] He pointed out, as though this was some serious arrangement that she would be taunting and teasing him about being Merlin in a few decades’ time. Grinning that boyish grin, Dawson stepped closer to KC with that playful twinkle in his eyes. “What’s to say she didn’t?”[/color] He asked, arching his eyebrow. Dramatically acting as though he was thinking long and hard about her question, his eyes finally went wide as though the greatest idea had come to him. “We should play Frisbee!”[/color] He declared, pretending as though it was the best option and that the girl in his arms wasn’t the same one that he wanted to keep there.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC laughed because she saw her boss from the corner of her eye, too when Dawson surprised her at work. “Yes, she’s not as subtle as Thomas. He watches, too.” She loved her job and the people she worked with. There weren’t many and it was a surprisingly difficult job to land but it wasn’t just a job there. People cared there; they worried about each other. And when a crazy, messy haired man showed up looking for their for all intents and purposes at work, pretty, proper and polite guide, they worried and wondered. Appearances had them being complete opposites. She was petite and had that “All American” beauty thing going for her with the blonde hair and blue eyes while Dawson was all tall, dark hair and eyes and openly crazy. Only the people who knew KC knew what she was really like. To strangers she was the perfectly polite blonde who was a little too quiet when she spoke and always smiled and made polite talk to the elderly people who spoke to her, which almost always led to them trying to set her up with their grandson. It amused her when they brought up grandchildren and the disappointment in their wise eyes when she told them she had a boyfriend.

The glare KC sent her boyfriend’s way could have killed in a couple times over but the haste kiss more than made up for the terrible joke. It was a good thing she could laugh at herself or she would have been seriously pissed at Dawson for his remark. Plus, even she thought he was partially right. You had to be at least a little bit crazy to come up with half the things she did for her short films. She pulled away from Dawson, shaking her head. “You’re lucky you’re so cute or I’d have to hit you. Fortunately for you, I like looking at that pretty face of yours.” KC grinned, lightly tapping her finger against Dawson’s chin. Squealing, KC tried to hold onto Dawson, instinctively clawing for grip so she wouldn’t fall despite knowing he had a good hold on her as he spun around. “Dawson!” KC called out in a high pitched voice through the laughter. She couldn’t even pretend to be mad because it had been fun spinning around like that. But she had plenty of ideas for a punishment; later. “Actually I prefer drummers,” KC said nonchalantly, gathering Dawson’s shirt in her fists. “But guitarists are second best.”

KC rolled her eyes. Of all the stories he could spin for Tabitha, the truth would be the farthest thing she would probably believe. She didn’t know about KC’s secret life and KC liked it that way. There wasn’t anyone in the city to worry about her and unless she came home in a cast, she didn’t have to explain anything more than “went camping” for the weekend or whatever. “Thankfully, Tabs has more important things to worry about, like Brooke than to put much thought into me.” And KC was damn thankful for that. She didn’t want to add stress to an already complicated situation. It was better if she worry about her little girl than her older sister’s extreme habits. “You’re gifted all right.” The dry tone hid her amusement well. “There will be plenty of photo ops then.” KC teased, laughing because she could picture Dawson in another fifty years and hardly changing at all. “I’ll keep a notebook handy.” She couldn’t help but say the words blandly. The conversation always seemed to turn to the crazy and without the dry tone someone overhearing them might think they were being serious; and heaven forbid someone think that! It was hilarious saying ridiculous things around strangers and watching their expression change from the blank “I’m not trying to listen in on your conversation” face to the "Did I really just hear that?" face. “The ladies knew everything, and there are no stories.” It was as good as answer as anything else. KC shook her head, wrapping her arms around Dawson’s shoulders. “That had better be an euphemism.”

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

“That’s why it always feels like someone is watching you in that place. Creepy much?”

[/color] He shuddered, imitating a rather over the top Valley girl for the moment. When Dawson had moved to New York and started job hunting he had been deliberately looking for something that fitted him. He’d never make a good waiter or fit in with one of New York’s many glamorous hotels. It was why he had ended up in the crazy of Gotham since everything there could be laughed at and mocked without any real harm or malice being intended. Even after a stressful day, knowing he had a shift usually cheered him right up since he could guarantee there would be something to laugh at and plenty of jokes among the regular staff there.

Grinning, Dawson just winked at KC and nodded his head in understanding. “This face of mine has helped me out of trouble countless times. One of my better gifts that nature gave me.”[/color] He said, choosing again to take a slightly theatrical tone. That same face had also landed him in plenty of trouble before now, too. Half of the time it was probably a good thing that he was so quick on his feet so he could run off before anything got too out of hand for the young, slightly weird, musician. Acting shocked and disappointed in his girlfriend’s admission, Dawson let out a devastated sigh and shook his head. “Nope. That won’t do at all. I’ll guess I’ll just have to show you what we guitarists are really made of.”[/color] He said with a flirtatious tone and a dark, mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“She should really be concerned about what I might do to you out here. We are practically in the middle of nowhere and she already calls me crazy…who knows what else I might be.”[/color] Once again he pretended to stroke an imaginary beard. He understood though. His mother had stopped asking a long time ago about what her son got up to and if Dawson started telling a story that involved on of his hobbies then she was the first to occupy her time with something else; she could do without the extra worry that came with hearing the details of it all. “There are already plenty of opportunities for photo ops! That’s never going to change in all of the years.”[/color] He joked, waving away any idea that there wouldn’t be. He preferred these wacky conversations about things that may never come to pass. Dawson didn’t deal well with real world stress and the complaining that came with it, so he chose to stay in a world of crazy ideas and fast paced tales. He wasn’t cemented down with those serious concerns yet, so he didn’t see the need to worry about them, how they’ll play a part in his future or where he really ought to be in five or ten years. “The court jester knew how to keep the ladies silent. He was a clever guy behind the act.”[/color] He countered playfully. Tugging KC closer, Dawson shook his head. “No, I seriously do have a Frisbee in my bag.”[/color] He said, acting serious as anything over the matter. “But if you’re really not in the mood for that then I’m sure there’s something else inside the tent.”[/color] He smirked, a light twinkle appearing in his eyes as his hair fell down into them.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

“That’s the art in those exhibits, I’ve told you that. But I am loved there.” KC teased, laughing. The head of the security and her boss didn’t want to see any of their fellow museum employees in any trouble and KC had to admit Dawson looked like he could cause some trouble. She knew better but appearance were deceiving. When KC first moved to New York, she’d been expecting to land a job in a diner somewhere, playing waitress to pay the bills but with her affection for art and the more modern pieces the Whitney boasted, KC applied anyway. She didn’t expect to get a phone call for an interview and she expected less to get the position, or any position at the museum so the call a few days after her interview came as a complete surprise. Two years later, KC wouldn’t have changed a thing and would honestly miss the Whitney when it was time to hand back her nametag. She wasn’t ever going to be a curator and her skills only went as far as repeating all she’d learned from the pamphlets for the new exhibits.

“I’ll make sure to get around and thank your parents for their good work sometime.” KC said blandly. She couldn’t really say much about using his looks to get into and out of situations since she’d done the same thing more than once and would continue to do so until it stopped working for her. There were plenty of nights under her belt that consisted of pretty smiles, a hair flick here and there and a continuous flow of drinks. “Going to put those clever hands to good use, are you?” KC asked, wiggling her brows suggestively, leaning in to press her lips to his in a short but heated kiss. “How are we ever going to get some climbing in with all these excellent ideas?” KC asked, laughing against Dawson’s lips before she leaned back a couple inches to look up into his eyes.

“As long as I come back after this, she won’t ask. But that means you can’t tie me up, have your way with me then chop me up and sprinkle my parts throughout the park. Sorry for ruining your plans.” KC said, biting her lip like she really was disappointed in ruining fake plans she’d just made up off the top of her head. It was probably a good thing she was going into film or else she might have ended up some sort of killer; or a novelist. And it was a damn good thing Dawson knew her well enough by now or surely she would have scared him off by now! “Good thing I keep good supplies then.” Which was something she had always done since her father surprised her with her first camera. It was a horrible little thing and the pictures and the first of her videos were grainy and atrocious but it had been perfect for her at the time and well stocked. “The court jester must have been a guitarist.” KC teased, biting her lip. KC shook her head laughing. “What didn’t you pack?” She asked, rolling her eyes. “Hm.” KC nodded her head, reaching up run her fingers through Dawson’s messy hair. “You mean like climbing gear?” She asked, grinning as she pushed up on the tips of her toes, trying and failing to reach Dawson’s height. “Because I’m sure we didn’t drive all this way to spend the entire time playing Frisbee.”

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

“Well, you’re off limits.”

[/color] He growled playfully, grabbing at her sides. Dawson wasn’t the jealous, possessive kind at all, but the joke just fell into the moment. He knew he stood out at that museum when he popped in there to pick up KC for lunch or for one of their other dates. It was one of the many reasons why he had never applied for a museum job and instead found himself as a host in Gotham. He was much more suited there and his crazy style and stories just fitted right in with the rest of the atmosphere. For the time being it was where he would stay, too. He had no real idea what he planned to do with his life, so he stuck with his usual and slightly unruly routine, occasionally dipping into new ideas just to try them out. Nothing had stuck just yet and Dawson didn’t want to be doing something he only found ‘okay’ for the rest of his life. He had to love it or he wouldn’t consider doing it at all.

Grinning, Dawson nodded his head and feigned a moment of deep thought. “I was one of their more handsome combinations.”[/color] He joked and ended with a sigh, as though the whole thing was quite serious. He was close to his siblings despite how far apart they were; why else would he have one of his biggest tattoos dedicated to them? As different as they all were they came together when it mattered and it didn’t take the convincing or the pushing of their parents to do it either. “You know it.”[/color] He grinned in the split second before her lips caught his. “Oh, there is plenty of time. And coffee.”[/color] He explained. Energetic as he was, he would make sure they fitted in everything they had planned to on this trip, even if it meant passing out in a motel on the way home or just about surviving to New York City and then falling asleep on the first surface that offered the opportunity.

“Damn it! And that was going to be the really good part, too.”[/color] He grumbled, acting as though he truly was disappointed that murder was off the menu for this trip. “Never mind. I’ll suppose I’ll just have to wait until the next trip to make you my victim.”[/color] Sighing as though it was such a chore. There were very few things Dawson couldn’t roll with when it came to jokes. Maybe working at Gotham had helped him with that, or maybe it was just another part of being the goofball that he often was. “I knew there was a good reason to keep you around.”[/color] He flicked her nose playfully before pushing his hair back out of his face. This trip was going to be a good one, not just for the climbing and the location, but also because it wasn’t very often that he got out of the city and KC came with him. True, they hadn’t been together all that long to experience that often, but it was still a nice change of pace in Dawson’s book. Out here they didn’t have to worry about time or the usual city plans that caught up with them on dates. It was just the two of them, some rocks and trails and a campsite that wouldn’t be overcrowded. “Oh, he was. The fool always got to have a go at the music.”[/color] He nodded seriously. “Books. I figured there would be no time for reading.”[/color] There wouldn’t be, but Dawson wasn’t that big of a reader anyway. The books he did have were primarily music based or had more to do with his hobbies. The Harry Potter series was probably the only work of fiction he had read time and time again. Grinning, his hold on KC tightened slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke in a low whisper. “Climbing gear…snacks…bed sheets…”[/color]
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[KC Evania Patterson]

“Well, there goes my sordid affair with the fifty five year old happily married Thomas. Probably good since he has four children, two of which are our age, and three grandchildren.” She said as if she were really contemplating starting and ending an affair with the much older, very sweet man. “But if you’re going to be so… possessive.” She added, trailing off. KC honestly loved working around the Whitney. She enjoyed finding new ways of grabbing the children’s attention during the school trips when she was scheduled to work. The film student thought she would stay on at the museum until she just had to move on. It didn’t hurt that brought home a decent pay and loved what she did. She liked the fact that her job was like telling people little secrets about the artist’s life, some small piece of gossip that if searched for properly could be found on Google easily enough. So unless she really had to leave, KC didn’t see herself saying goodbye to the Whitney for some time yet.

KC rolled her eyes at Dawson’s serious expression. She knew it was a show, their “serious” moments had been very few and very far between. “I’m sure your brother thinks the same thing about himself.” She teased, unable to help herself. She and Tabs hadn’t had those silly sibling rivalries. They were close, always building each other up but they were like night and day. Plus, it usually took all their effort just to get people to believe they were twins because they weren’t identical. “We’re going to need the coffee. Especially if you don’t want a pretty blonde zombie on your hands.” KC said, grinning. She was energetic without it but she enjoyed the buzz from it and it always added to the adrenaline aspect of any adventure. Plus, it wasn’t like she could even roll out of bed unless there was a steaming cup of coffee under her nose.

“It’s such a shame, too. It was going to be so nice not having to wear that uniform.” KC let out a heavy sigh, like having to go home so her sister wouldn’t ask questions was such a burden. She actually liked the freedom that came with her “uniform” for work. The whole black and white thing was easy to throw together and as the shirt was white, the bottoms were black, no one said anything to the blonde film student. “I really need to lay off the horrors.” KC mused, shaking her head. She had quite the active imagination and loved to push the limits for what’s acceptable. She was still in school, so she had the time and the resources to explore her personal techniques with her craft. “Because of my camera supplies? Really Dawson, of all the things I’m good at.” She said with a sigh as though she were disappointed in him. KC didn’t know what to add to their oddball conversation. All she could do was laugh at him for being a fool. But she adored that about him. “I suppose not.” KC said with a shrug. She enjoyed sitting around watching movies, even more she loved taking those movies apart, recasting roles and rewriting lines to fit the scene or the mood better. She was ten times worse when it was a book she was reading. She had the entire thing cast and playing out in her mind like it was a movie she was directing it all.

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