• Against the World •

[Margaret Rose Warren]

I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

The sunshine greeted Margaret that morning as she blinked awake in her bedroom. She could smell eggs and instantly knew that her dad was cooking. Again. Eggs were about the only thing he actually could make well, though, so she took advantage of the situation and hopped out of bed. She had on her usual pair of shorts and a cami, hair ruffled as it usually was when she first got up. Giving her dad a good morning kiss, her eyes finally caught sight of the clock. Eight thirty!? Shit! Meg blinked fully awake then, rushing back to her room to change into decent clothes. She had a lecture at nine, but always liked to be there early so she could get a good seat. Besides, her and her bestfriend, Phoenix, met for coffee before the typical morning lecture. It was an unofficial tradition with them and one she would be missing today. She raced around her bedroom, grabbing two random and hopefully clean camis out of her closet and tossing them on. A pair of skinny jeans were on top of her fresh laundry pile, so she snagged those, as well. She stopped in front of her mirror, taking two minutes to comb through her always messy hair and pull it back into a pony tail. Shoving some bobby pins into her head at strange angles, she ran out to the front room to find her Coverse. After searching and screaming for ten minutes, she finally discovered them under neath her father's jacket. She shoved them on, then snatched up her bag and scurried out to her car. If she was lucky, she could get there before five to nine.

Running into the lecture hall at eight fifty-nine, Meg let out a breath. It was like her to do spazzy things like wake up late, but her dad usually prevented them. That was one of the reasons she hadn't moved out yet. The man helped her more then she would admit to him or even out loud. But, Meg could think about that later. She forced herself to calm down, listening to the lecture as it began. This was only the first of three, which meant she'd be out of the halls in a little over four hours. Hopefully, she'd be able to snag something to eat after then. Her stomach was already reminding her she'd missed breakfast.

She endured the lectures without starving to death, however, and dashed over to the dining hall to pick up some of the doughnuts left over from the breakfast rush. Meg pulled out her wallet from the depths of her uni bag, paying for a cream filled treat and having it wrapped up. She needed to do a bit of research for an upcoming project, and what better place to do that than in the library? So, she headed there, forcing herself not to inhale her breakfast on the way. She could eat it while she studied. But, she knew it probably wouldn't last too long, anyway.

Miss Margaret shoved through the library door, hugging her sweatshirt tighter around herself as she went to look for a place to sit. She wound her way through the rows of books, nodding her hello to a few faces she recognized. Meg was by no means popular, but she could pick out the faces of people who had lectures or such with her. And it looked like none of those semi-familiar faces were seated at any of the tables in the large library. All of them were full of whispering, giggling students and Meg bit her lip as she realized just how much she missed being able to do that. Well, she still did, but it wasn't like she and Nix did that every time they stepped into the huge place.

Shaking the thoughts off, her eyes caught on an empty seat. Or, well, a few of them. There was only one other person at the table, somebody she didn't recognize. But, she needed the space. And making friends was fun, right? Laughing to herself at her own bad joke, she walked up to the table, gently waving her free hand at the guy seated there. "Uhm, are these seats taken? Or can I crash here instead of in the hallway?" she smiled at him easily, hoping she didn't seem too awkward.

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• where you keep the rest of your life hid •

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

It had been a rough night for Theo. It was the first time his insomnia medication had helped him in a while and then he had been woken up after barely an hour of blissful sleep by a screaming Isabella, whose temperature was higher than comfortable and after a trip to the hospital he’d brought her home at 3am with the verdict of tonsillitis.
It then took another two hours to get her settled again and by that point, the exhausted drama student couldn’t get back to sleep; partly because he was wracked with worry about his daughter, who kept squirming and coughing in her sleep.
He spent the rest of the early hours sitting in the armchair in the nursery, keeping a concerned eye on the sleeping baby who looked more and more like Jenny with each day that passed, despite her hair getting as red as Theo’s as it began to grow longer, tickling around her dimples now when she smiled. There was nothing more terrifying than seeing your child ill, especially at such a young age and then to hear it was common tonsillitis? Well, Theo felt like he had panicked over nothing, but considering her vocabulary only extended as far as a few words, how the hell was he supposed to know what was wrong with her?
Truthfully, he just hated hospitals and everything they reminded him of. Even Issy’s birth – something that was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life – had been tainted in tragedy and ever since then he avoided the white corridors like his life depended on it.
It was probably a good thing he hadn’t been able to fall back asleep, he’d have only dreamt of them times all over again.

Theo would’ve skipped class today, emailed his professor and promised to catch up for after the weekend if he’d managed to get his own way, but as usual, Lilia convinced him otherwise. His little sister had a way with words and her stubborn personality meant that she rarely gave in until she had what she wanted; in this case it was for Theo to go into college, go to class and to not come home before four. She looked after Isabella most days when Theo was busy and just because her niece was sick, it didn’t mean that he should blow everything off, not when it risked bringing grades down and he only had a few months left before the big bad world finally let him on a real stage, and not one that would affect his degree status.

He dragged himself through a morning routine, complete with three strong mugs of black coffee before finally succumbing to his sister’s protests and wishes and leaving the small, but perfectly suburban house that they lived in. His insomnia put him in no state to drive and so he walked to where the bus usually pulled up at the same hour every morning. Like clockwork, this morning was no different and Theo was ready for the day ahead by the time he arrived at his stop, just a five minute brisk walk from the college and, more specifically, the auditorium where almost all of his drama workshops took place.

The professor was warm and friendly in his greeting as ever, checking if Theo was alright before assigning him the next exercise for the class. Usually, they got their tasks on the Monday morning and had a week to prepare, using the rest of the week to learn lines, balance theory and take advice and criticism from their fair and flamboyant professor. This week, it was monologues…again. Theo didn’t quite catch the rest of the explanation; his mind was already thinking ahead about what he could do and also about his next cup of strong coffee.

The twenty-six year old managed to duck into the dining hall just before the rush and picked up the beverage he needed and a readymade sandwich, which he shoved into his bag for later, not really hungry enough just yet.
His plan was to spend the rest of the afternoon in the library, reading over the monologues he could find and choosing one to fit the criteria the professor had provided to the senior class. The rush for lunch meant that most of the library was empty and he quickly made himself comfortable at a large mahogany table, dumping his bag on the floor by his feet and pulling out his books and notepads.

He was in his own little world when a voice snapped him out of some of Shakespeare’s greatest works. He blinked himself awake and looked up in the direction of the feminine voice. He took a second to process what she had asked, but cleared his throat and quickly moved some of his scattered stuff out of her way. “Aye, by all means, crash here if you like, hen.”

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[Margaret Rose Warren]

I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Typically, walking up to a stranger and making small talk was nothing big for Miss Margaret. She was very open to making new friends, and it wasn't like she was a shy person. Plus, when you had the best friend that she did, people tended to notice you anyways. But, usually, they weren't looking at you with happy, "ohmygosh let's be friends!" looks. It was more "shut the hell up and start acting your age". Though, Meg doubted that would ever happen. She was still a kid at heart, and always would be. The bright side was the only side she ever cared to notice, and she tried her damnedest to make sure the darkness didn't hit her world too much. Afterall, who liked feeling down and depressed? Meg certainly didn't. Hence her bright and funtastic personality.

Meg gave the young man a brillant smile in thanks as he started to move his things out of the way, sitting down more gracefully than was typical for her clumsiness. She let her bag fall to the floor, pulling out her treat along with a notebook and the book she needed for her project. The photo on the cover wasn't exactly inviting, but Meg had long grown used to the picture of guns, various spiders, and imposing numbers that certainly should've scared even the brightest genious. And, it was quite a contrast to the innocent seeming blonde whose head bent over it after a moment of flipping through the pages.

But, it was what Meg loved. She adored the complicated, scientific machines she was learning to use, the processes she knew she'd eventually have to memorize. And, most of all, she loved the idea of being able to help people with her job. That was why Meg had gotten involved in Forensics in the first place, to help people. Well, most specifically, to help people unlike those dumbass scientists who hadn't been able to help her mother. Meg still didn't entirely believe the deer story she'd been fed. After all, where had this deer come from, and where had it gone? And where the hell had the very obvious tire tracks come from, the ones that hadn't belonged to her mother's car? It frustrated Meg to no end, even today. But she'd made a promise to her father to drop the entire thing. That was in their past, all of it was. All she was supposed to look forward to now was becoming a famous, life changing Forensic Scientist and forever being Daddy's Little Girl.

She read for a couple minutes more minutes, trying to absorb the facts that filled nearly every sentence of the page. But it was a lost cause. She was starving, and the doughnut was tempting her more than words could explain. Her stomach grumbled loudly, making her both sigh and blush at the same time. Part of her hoped he hadn't heard that. But, hell, who was she kidding? Laughing softly to herself, she shook her head, reaching for her doughnut and peeling the wax paper off of it. "Would you like a piece? I haven't eaten all day, and I'm starvin'," she smiled, looking up at him with eyes that were full of the playness that accompanied only Meg. She hoped he'd take up her offer, mainly because she wasn't looking forward to an awkward study session. Sure, she could easily slip off, but something told her she should stay. What it was, she had no idea, but 'feelings' were Meg's thing. It was her gut that had to lead her in science, and it was usually that that got her into trouble. But, hey, this seemed innocent enough. Spending an hour or two studying across from a guy she'd never met could hardly be life changing right? Ha.

Happiness was her specialty, and she could sense something was off with the guy before her. Call her weird, but Meg thought she saw exhaustion written clearly across his features, though she'd never seen them before in her life. Then again, she dealt with her father who was constantly exhausted and tired, both from work and "old" age. But Meg wouldn't call him "old" for the life of her. If she admitted that, she'd be admitting he was going to die soon. And, honestly, Meg didn't want to think about that quite yet. Losing one parent had been enough for her. Giving up the other would definitely not be gentle on Margaret's playful, sunshiny view on life.

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

Theo was rather a quiet man when he was away from the drama class. When he was acting, he could be anything, become anybody, but once the curtain fell or the bell rang, he was him again; a simple man, father and brother, who was more than happy with his own solitude and a good book or script to keep his mind busy. So long as he had something to keep himself occupied, Theo usually just plodded on through his days like every other person in the city. Nothing dramatic happened to him; he went to college, came home, made dinner, went to work, came home and then usually spent most of the night either trying to sleep, or sitting in his study, reading through his scripts for class or the old history books that he’d gathered over the years.

That didn’t mean that he had no friends though. Theo knew the people in his class rather well and had some closer friends who had known for a few years, ever since he moved to New York. He just wasn’t the most outgoing of guys and he didn’t fit into the stereotypical student lifestyle at the end of the day, but then most students hadn’t been married and widowed either. He wasn’t socially inept though, and he could handle speaking to strangers; he wouldn’t have his supervisor position if he couldn’t deal with random strangers. Besides, when situations did get uncomfortable for the young man, Theo had the ability of pretending that it was all just a scene from a great play and that he was just another character in it. Sometimes it was exactly what he needed, especially when the situation was a little more heated than he liked and that usually came about with disgruntled customers at the cinema who weren’t happy with their popcorn, or the group of giggling kids sat in front of them during their movie.

There were times when Theo wondered why he was still at that old job, but it really was the only way for him to afford to care for Issy and Lilia whilst he finished his college education. Some people would suggest that he drop out altogether and try to find a decent career without it, but Theo couldn’t. Jenny had made him promise to keep at it, graduate and find his ‘rightful’ place on the big stage, under the bright lights. So, he stuck to it for her memory, to make her proud, wherever she was. Sure, it didn’t make his current situation any easier and the late nights, little sleep and short time spent with Issy were all things that Theo hated, but he knew that in the end it would be worthwhile, once he had the degree in his hand and a few jobs lined up.

Theo suddenly realised the downside to coming to the library to study. The silence, the lack of boisterous students and the warmth of the heating was enough to induce a rather sleep state on the twenty six year old and after his recent lack of rest, it was all working together to bring him closer to dozing off on his script. His eyes were heavy and the arm propping his chin up was suddenly feeling really weak. The last thing he needed was to pass out in the college library, especially when there was something studying on the same table as him. Sure, he may never see her again, but still, it was something he’d rather not do, considering the amount of script he had left to memorise and the fact that his sleeping cycle was already totally out of whack without needing him to spend half the afternoon in a near comatose state of slumber.

In fact, he was so close to slipping off as his brown eyes struggled to focus on the lines before him, that he barely heard the rumble of the blonde girl’s stomach and it took him a few more seconds to respond to her question once his brain processed it. “Cheers, but I think yer stomach might hold it against me.”

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• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Meg was, by no means, an actress. She couldn't pull off the past time, though she'd tried countless times during high school. It just wasn't her. Being herself, however, was absolutely no problem for the tiny blonde girl. Well, it had been in the past, back when she was the very definition of depression. But, now? Now, she was Margaret Warren, the girl who wasn't afraid to take on any task or climb any mountain. She was loud, she was extreme, she was an adventure seeker. She made the most of her life and everyone in it. That was why she couldn't pretend to be somebody else; she had way too much fun being herself. Meg liked to be the spunky blonde girl who looked like she should be studying fashion or music instead of Forensic Science. She liked defying the unspoken rules of society and feeling like she was paving the way for so many scared girls. She just liked being herself.

So, it was really a lost cause when it came to changing for people, or for sets of people. Meg had grown used to the annoyed or weirded out looks she got from people, and she'd also learned to ignore them. If they couldn't accept her like she was, then what was the point in keeping them as "friends"? Weren't friends supposed to be people who you could be yourself around, and who would love you no matter what the hell you did? That's what she had with Nix; her unofficial brother/best friend in the whole entire world. And, that's all it'd ever been for Meg. No secret crushes on him, nothing above platonic or sibling related feelings. They weren't meant for that, and she knew it. Nix was her strong shoulder to cry on and her partner in crime for everything else that their adventure loving souls craved. He was one of the only people who really knew all about her because, well, there was no keeping secrets between them. No matter how hard she tried, he always caught her, so lying about anything had become a lost cause on her part. Like mentioned, she was no actress.

Meg's eyes flickered up from the page she was on, stealing glances at the guy before her. He seemed nice enough; not like one of the drunk idiots she usually saw running around campus. Well, the fact that he was studying in a library seemed to back that theory up, too. But, that wasn't it. There was a different vibe surrounding him.

As she tried to place what was so "different" about him, she forgot she was in fact staring at him. That curiously intelligent look flooded her eyes as she thought. But nothing came to mind. Meg couldn't put her finger on what made him different, and it was... bugging her. Mysteries were supposed to be like pieces of cake for her. And, she wouldn't rest until every one she knew about was put to rest. It was probably one of her worst habits, but, then again, that was Meg's curious nature for you.

Blinking back to reality, Meg shook her head, a smile on her pretty lips. "If it's holding grudges, they'll be against me for not eating this morning. Besides, a bit of sugar might do you some good," she laughed, ripping a large chunk of the doughnut off, holding it out to him. Meg would eventually go buy some real food. But, first, she had to figure out why this guy was stirring up the detective loving spark that was inside her.

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

Although Theo was talented on a stage, with a fated ability to play any role handed to him, he hated putting that talent to use offstage. He didn’t like the fact that some people in his class used their skill to lie to others, or to get what they wanted in reality. Once he wasn’t in character, Theo found it impossible to lie; he could skirt the truth as well as anyone else, but he despised lying and it was something that he’d never done in his whole life, which made it so much harder for him to handle now, at the ripe age of twenty six.
His sister Lilia could see through everything anyway and she was the first to notice when Theo had been crying or hadn’t slept again. There was nothing that he could hide from her and he was somewhat glad of that; he liked that she was always there to force him into talking to her about whatever was playing on his mind and he loved the fact that she would always be there to listen to him, even when she had her own life to live where she wasn’t playing the loving aunt and caring sister.

He didn’t really talk about his private life all that much, but it wasn’t because he was ashamed of it, like some of the dramatics in his class believed. It was because it hurt too much to talk about it and answer every question that got thrown in his direction; like, why had he put off college for so long? Why was he always running off the second class ended? Sure, there were a few people who knew that he was a single father who lived in New York with his sister, and it was hardly a challenge to figure out that he was Scottish, but he rarely opened his mouth to talk about Jenny or the fact that she was the only woman he had ever kissed, slept with, married…she had been his everything until Issy was born and then he had lost her to the kind of complications that most people believed had been mastered by the medical profession since the start of the twentieth century.

Ever since then, he’d been so caught up in providing for the family he had left and trying to race on through this college education so that he could get a better job on a stage than supervising the other students who worked at the cinema. His social life had suffered a lot over the recent years because of it, but that was something that would probably rectify itself once he had a little more time on his hands and there wasn’t a one year old trying to paint the walls in crayon every time he turned his back to glance over his notes for class. It had been far from easy, but Theo had to admit that he was impressed with how well he had managed, even with Jenny’s words constantly pushing him forward whenever things seemed to look bleak in his recently pessimistic mind. Lilia kept telling him that someday, someday soon, he’d find someone to help him move on, to help him recover and to help him remember that life didn’t have to be a continuous series of trials and tests that he had to pass in order to be a good person, a good father or a good friend. It wasn’t something that he really thought about though, not when exhaustion was clouding his mind from his script that sat on the table in front of him.

As his chocolate eyes roved over the script for the second time, the words on the page slowly being processed and remembered by his brain, he felt a set of eyes focused on him. It wouldn’t take a lot of thought to realise who it was, but what Theo was more confused about was why? He was just another guy – another student – who was studying in the library. Yes, he was a little older than most, but in this day and age, it was hardly surprising. So why would she be looking at him? He finally flicked his eyes up to meet hers and gave her a warm, but shy smile. “You okay, hen?”

[/color] He asked, keeping his voice quiet, respectful of the library rules.

His smile turned into a small smirk and he accepted the piece of doughnut from her, the words leaving his mouth in a jollier tone than he really felt. “Wow, guess I look more tired than I thought.”[/color] He said, taking a bite from the sugary treat and wondering if this would be better than the coffee he was contemplating just moments before. “Thanks.”[/color]
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[Margaret Rose Warren]

I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Meg had an uncanny ability to know when something was wrong. Maybe it was her eyes, the ones trained to be sharp and pick up every piece of data or detail they could. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't as hard core as her career path, and that she did in fact have a heart that loved helping people. Maybe it was just a Meg thing. Either way, or any others, she still knew when something was up. It annoyed some people, because she often tended to be "nosy" and drill someone until they finally revealed what was going on. But, that was Meg. She had to have facts, she had to solve any mystery thrown into her path. And, that typical Meg habit especially didn't exclude the guy sitting in front of her.

He was older than a lot of the people she saw around here. Which, to her, meant he was probably more level headed. Though, neither of those things should've surprised her. Many people went back to college long, long after the "typical" age. And, obviously, this person wasn't too far above her own age. She had, however, wanted to jump right into school when it had come time, but that was just Meg. And, there was also the fact that was as eager as ever to get to work on becoming a real forensic scientist, complete with a crime lab and white lab coat that she could call her own. But, then again, that was just her.

As her eyes looked him over, Meg couldn't help noticing he was handsome. She liked his hair the most, as weird as that sounded. You didn't get many red heads around here, or anything even close to red. Well, unless you counted the people who dyed theirs, but, obviously, his wasn't dyed. She would've been able to pick out his roots then. And, there was something about the way he was sitting, even now when he was half asleep, that was drawing her in. It was sparking her curiousity for reasons she didn't know, but was determined to figure out. That was what she did, afterall. Took mysteries and situations and broke them down into tiny, easily readable pieces. Not that many guys did that. Because, well, Meg just wasn't one for gawking at the opposite sex like it was some big, twisted game. She wasn't gawking now, though, not by any means. She was... making observations. Yeah, that sounded so much better. She wasn't gawking, she was oberseving.

Meg blinked quickly as he finally looked up at her, a faint blush creeping its way onto her face as he spoke. Damn, he had noticed her staring. It was a good thing she wasn't studying to become a spy. "Are you?" she countered before she could think, the words slipping past her lips. A habit to interrogate people... one she apparently didn't know she had.

She smiled at him as he took the piece of doughnut, nibbling on another piece herself. "I'm just good at picking up on things," she shrugged in return, tapping the page of her book once. "Picking up on things" was what she was training and learning to do; reading people was like second nature after you figured out how to point out the tiniest detail on a bullet. "No problem," she grinned, tucking some stray blonde locks behind her ear as she rested her chin in her palm, eyes flickering back down to her page. The words danced before her eyes, but all she was thinking about was this guy and why the hell she was so intrigued by him.

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

Theo was never really used to people prying into his life, trying to figure him and his big secrets out. Truthfully, no one had really bothered with him before because he’d known Jenny his whole life and most people back in Alloa had always kind of known that he’d end up married to her and most had even presumed that they’d have the happy ever after than hardly anyone ever experienced in the modern day; tragically, it had been an older medical situation that had torn their idealistic world apart. Not that he ever told many people, but those who knew had found it hard to comprehend that Jenny had died from complications during childbirth, despite being in a good hospital, under the care of an amazing team. It even took Theo a long time to accept it and the only reason he had really kept going through the grief was because there was a baby girl in his arms who needed him to be strong again, even if he didn’t feel as though he could be.

Sure, he saw the looks when some new students met him; the look in their eyes of ‘god, he’s older than me’ or ‘man, he looks like crap’, but Theo, if he had an ounce of a temper, would love to challenge them to balance the life (or lack of one) that he had to deal with on a daily basis. He didn’t hate his situation and as much as he wished Jenny was still alive, he knew that everything happened for a reason and if he had to spend the rest of his life alone, raising Isabella to the best of his abilities then so be it. She was what was important now and he wouldn’t let anyone try to make him think otherwise.
This girl sitting opposite him seemed to be trying to use some intuitive skill to read him; that much Theo could figure out for himself, but he was pretty sure that she didn’t just come to the library to scope out the loners who studied alone. Though, considering his major, studying alone was a little bit of a rarity; most drama and theatre students studied in groups, in the auditorium when it was empty, rehearsing scenes and bouncing lines off each other, pretending that the small stage was a large Broadway one with their name in lights outside of it.

He stifled another tired yawn, and then looked at her, a small smile spreading across his lips as he realised that she had replied to his question quicker and with more spunk than he had imagined. It seemed that this girl was more surprising than he had expected her to be. Truthfully, he was waiting for the blush to fill her cheeks, the stammering of words and the very fast manner in which her eyes would probably avert back to the large textbook in front of her. “Aye, I’m grand.”

[/color] He responded, still smiling slightly as he took in her appearance properly for the first time since she had sat opposite him. He wasn’t one to really look at a person’s exterior and try to figure them out from it, but there was something about her that caught his dark, chocolate eyes. Maybe it was the unique shade of her blonde hair, or the curious twinkle in her captivating eyes, but whatever it was it did drag his attention from his script and from the exhaustion that had previously been distracting him from it.

He took a peek at the book she tapped and then pulled an impressed face. Whilst he hadn’t even thought about what her major could be, he hadn’t expected it to be that and he was mildly surprised by the reality of it. Then again, not many people ever expected a man as quiet as Theo to be a drama major who excelled when he was on the stage. It was just one of those things, he suspected. “I guess it’s not that hard ta see, when I’m sittin’ here, yawnin’ so much.”[/color] He took another bite from the treat and licked the sugar from his lips, smiling at the girl once more.
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I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Meg was very used to being on her own. She was an only child, after all, and had had to get used to being by herself from a young age. That wasn't to say she didn't do well with others because, well, she wasn't exactly the most shy young lady on the planet. But, she did usually prefer to be on her own. It was why she didn't have a boyfriend, and typically never did. Meg liked the freedom of being single. Nobody to please, nobody to have to worry about. It was just her and her father; the perfect family duo. That was another reason she had no boys in the picture. She knew her father would fear that this guy or that would steal his baby girl away, and Meg didn't want to worry him like that. She fretted over his health enough without stressing it for her own selfish reasons. That isn't to say she didn't want love, however, despite the limitations she set for herself. Because what girl doesn't, even if she won't admit to it? Meg did, deep down, but she wanted the kind of love where both of them weren't afraid to risk things for the other. She didn't want one of those dramatic, movie worthy romances that were always being printed in magazines or shown in TV shows and novels. Meg wanted reality. That didn't mean she didn't dream about curling up at night with some handsome boy who would always say "I love you". She did, constantly in fact. But, she wasn't focused on finding her Prince Charming as of yet. She wanted to prove that she could rescue herself before anyone else tried to swoop in and do it for her. Her independence was the one thing she had that nobody could take away.

"Spunk" was one of the better words to describe Miss Margaret. She had a decent amount of it, along with the fearless attitude she often adopted when facing new things. Her mind tended to see the unexpected, and it showed through in most everything she did. The way she spoke, the sharp twinkle that flickered in her eyes when she was thinking, the way she carried her shoulders. Meg went against the grain of society, and she was damn proud of it. She was her own person with unusual dreams and plans for herself, and she wasn't one of those girls who went to college then suddenly decided to give up their career for a guy. Forensics was the passion of her life, and no love could rival it. At least, that's how she was thinking now when there was no lover to pose a problem. Not that there would be one for awhile. Or, so she was saying.

One delicate eyebrow rose at him when he replied, and her lips twitched into a thoughtful smirk. "Falling asleep on a text book classifies as 'grand'? I wasn't aware of this," she answered easily. Her fingers flipped the page of her book as her eyes went back down, but she wasn't able to bite back the smile that tugged on her lips. He looked handsome when he smiled. As the thought ran through her mind, Meg froze. What? No, no she wasn't attracted to him. Was she? He seemed nice; he had let her raid his table without a snotty comment or bitchy reply, like she'd been half expecting. But, no. She couldn't be attracted to him. Boys were beneath here for the time being. And, no matter what Nix said or did to try and convince her otherwise, Meg would not be attracted to a guy. No matter how cute, handsome, or sexy she believed him to be.

She shoved the thoughts away as quickly as possible, smirking softly at the expression on his face when he saw her book. It was typical. Not many people believed that the pretty blonde girl was interested in science; let alone doing anything involving police work. Meg shook her head when he spoke, giving him a smile before answering. "That's only part of it," she noted with a nod of her head. "Your shoulders are slumped. There're bags under your eyes. And, you haven't turned the page since I've been here," she smirked coyly, eating a piece of her doughnut before turning her eyes back down to her own page. Her thoughts were anywhere but on the page, however.

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

From a young age, Theo had always been sensible and responsible. Even as a kid, he never really did anything overly dangerous or stupid, often choosing a simple bike ride or hike to pass the summer days when he wasn’t sitting in the garden with a classic novel, basking in the sunlight with Jenny sitting next to him year after year. Maybe it was thanks to his parents that he was so level headed; both of them were the kind of people who blended into a crowd without much fuss or worry and they rarely had any fights or drama that Theo could remember, and he had a very good memory. For as long as he could remember, he had been the safe bet. Whilst Alan jetted off to try and save the planet as a doctor and Lilia lived her days being spontaneous as she could be when she wasn’t babysitting, Theo had always been the one who was simply there. His choice to study drama and theatre had been the most shocking thing he had ever done and that was hardly enough for his family to disown him or be surprised by his choice. Acting had been in his blood since he was a little boy with bright hair to match his bright eyes and from the second he was on the stage, the evidence of his ultimate career choice had been captured on video; a now grainy piece of footage that his mother brought out every time he was home and she insisted on reminiscing about the old days, when Theo was a skinny little kid, Alan had freckles and Lilia wore her hair in bunches.

Then there was Jenny and the way her hair would be braided down her back, strands falling out as the day went on. Theo had been in love with her and part of him was fairly certain that he’d never be able to love anyone the same again. She had been his one and done and in his eyes, she was his one chance at a happily ever after, despite Lilia trying to convince him otherwise and set him up on various dates with some of the girls she knew. Their relationship hadn’t been anything heroic, or worthy of a bestselling book or Hollywood blockbuster; it had been simple, just like they were. There was nothing fancy in Theo’s world of romance. It was just simple gestures and affectionate motions that made it work with them and at the end of the day, so long as they loved each other, then he didn’t see a reason to try and buy love through unnecessary gifts and fancy ideas that he didn’t have the money to support. Maybe today most girls disliked that and wanted diamonds instead of old fashioned chivalry, but Theo wasn’t exactly trying to win over any new girl and he wouldn’t change how he was or who he was for anyone.

He flicked his eyes back up to look at this girl, his eyebrows raising high towards his hairline as she basically stated the obvious. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to be falling asleep in the library or for him to be yawning his way through his lines when he tried to study them, but no one ever called him out on it, just assuming he was a tired student who needed a good night’s rest, just like so many other seniors who attended the college alongside him. No one knew about his reality in detail and no one assumed that he was an insomniac just because of a few impromptu naps in between classes and lectures. “It is in my case.”

[/color] He smiled softly, rubbing the back of his aching neck as he flicked his chocolate eyes back to his book once again, hoping this time he’d be able to focus on the words in front of him. As much as he was starting to enjoy talking to her, he really needed to try and get these lines down before the end of the night. A little voice however, was encouraging him to welcome the distraction and embrace the social opportunity that he usually shirked away from.

Wow. This girl really knew her stuff, but then considering what her major appeared to be, it should really have come as no surprise. He took a moment to think about how to respond. No one ever mentioned his evident exhaustion aside from Lilia and it kind of caught him off guard to hear it come from someone other than his sister. “Very nice, hen. However, I do slump most of the time when I’m not workin’.”[/color] He smirked, keeping his eyes fixed on her as he flicked the page over. “I’m makin’ sure the information goes in. I need ta ken this stuff.”[/color] He tapped his finger on the page and then propped his chin on his hand as he once again tried to focus on his lines, but he kind of knew that it probably wouldn’t happen.
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I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Observation was Meg's thing. She could pick up the tiniest detail about a person's physical appearance in about three seconds, and could scope out the smallest fragments or samples from any surface. Cracks, creases, hairs out of place; she noticed it all. Why? Well, she'd been studying to do so since before high school. People had always been telling her "you'll need sharp eyes" or "don't blink while you work in case you miss something". It now came as naturally as breathing to the blonde. And, that definitely didn't exclude this current situation. She'd already noticed all the things she'd stated, she just hadn't said anything. And, the fact that he was practically falling asleep in front of her only helped to strengthen her opinion. This guy was exhausted and definitely needed a sugar boost, something she would do well with herself. Her head was already spinning a little from the lack of food in her stomache. It'd only get worse every moment she spent sitting in the library pretending to study, when really all she was doing was trying to figure out the man sitting before her.

Meg smiled softly, shaking her head at his answer. "Someone needs an extra large coffee," she teased quietly. Running a hand through her blonde locks, she forced her eyes back down onto the page. It was vital that she had this down in the next day or so; they had some exam or other and she honestly didn't want to fail. Not that she usually did, but, lately, she'd been having a hard time focusing what with Nix dragging her away from her books every possible time he could. She loved the boy though, in a sisterly way, of course. It would never be anything more despite what everyone kept trying to push. They were cute together, he already constantly kissed her cheek or held her hand, they both made each other laugh. These reasons and about a million more had somehow convinced everyone but the two of them that they should be an "official" couple. But, he was a brother to her and her best friend; not her boyfriend. Why would she even risk the friendship over something like that? Meg needed her best friend more than she needed romance.

Her lips stayed in their smirk as the surprise crossed his features and she couldn't stop a small laugh as he finally turned the page. She shook her head, "It's not the same. Bad posture and exhaustion are two different things." Her voice was playful again, teasing without the flirting that so many girls tried to pull off these days. Meg didn't flirt. Hell, she didn't usually talk to guys like this unless they were either a) Nix or b) they were out with a group of friends. One on one? Yeah, not typical for her. "What're you reading?" she questioned curiously, flipping her own page and sighing at the amount of words. What happened to explaining things with pictures? It was so much damn easier.

Meg crossed her legs beneath the table, internally sighing at the ache that was already spreading through them from holding still for so long. She really needed a comfortable couch, maybe some popcorn and a radio. It always helped her study, though she did end up bursting into song halfway through a page a lot of times. And, it was twice as bad when she was with other people. Can you say horrid harmony?

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

Theo found that acting was in his blood. His great grandmother on his ma’s side had been an actress down in London in the prime of the Victorian age. It made him feel a little less like he didn’t belong in the sometimes flamboyant profession. Acting was his talent and his passion, but it really didn’t seem to suit the rest of his personality and most people were stunned to silence when he revealed his major and his dreams. They were things that needed a lot of work to make successful, but Theo knew that he could do it. He had to do it, for Isabella if not for anyone else. He wasn’t interested in the big musicals, the comedies where he could play the plucky sidekick who goofed around and made the mistakes. Theo wanted the serious dramas, the Shakespearean tragedies and the Greek classics; he had always figured himself as the perfect Hamlet, heartbroken Odysseus and they were just some of the roles that he aimed to play outside of the college auditorium.
In school, he had took a role in every production; his best and favourite one being The Duke from Measure for Measure, one of his favourite plays of Shakespeare’s and one that he believed was incredibly overlooked just because of it being given the title of a ‘problem play’. Nevertheless, he adored it and the role of The Duke had been his favourite to play to date. It would take a lot to beat that.

He chuckled softly, the deep rumble coming from the back of his throat as he glanced momentarily back down at the text in front of his, the aged pages with the ink slightly smudged in places where his fingers had toyed with the paper too much. “I’ve already had four today, hen.”

[/color] He confessed, flicking his eyes back to meet hers. “Caffeine should’ve been ma middle name.”[/color] He added lightly, to try and ease up the tone of the conversation before it became too serious. This girl was very observational, picking up on all the traits of his insomnia, but he wasn’t entirely comfortable with her being able to read him like the book in front of her. He was a private guy who didn’t like his life story being revealed to the world or even being part of a large group that was drawing attention to themselves; it just wasn’t his style and also wasn’t all that responsible, considering he was a father.
Even if he became a well-known actor once he had graduated, Theo didn’t want his personal life splattered on the cover of some shameless tabloid magazine that sold celebrities secrets for a living. He didn’t believe he’d make it that far though. Just some stage performances, bouncing from show to show that came to the city for six month stints. Whatever happened, he wanted Issy, Lilia and anyone else he cared about kept away from the paparazzi and his secrets to remain just that – secret.

He quirked an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs out as he crossed his ankles and folded his arms. His back cracked slightly, but it didn’t bother him; he was used to it from all the long cycling he was used to going on with his brother when they were back in Scotland. He did miss those days, but he didn’t regret where he was now and New York had definitely grown on him, even if he would always prefer the small town of Alloa. “Aye, but I have both an’ combine them both together and you get this.”[/color] He said, with a soft, tired smile. He was so tired after the night he had had that it made the chair he was sitting in feel like the comfiest thing on the planet and if this girl hadn’t been here to talk to him, he’d probably be fast asleep in it already.
He glanced down again at the book and a smirk tugged at his lips. “Um, Measure for Measure. I’m revising The Duke’s monologue from Act three scene seven.”[/color] He looked up at the ceiling before he recited from it, falling so easily into the role. “Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun
And yet runn'st toward him still…”[/color] He stopped, realising he was getting carried away and a slight blush filled his cheeks as he sat forward again, scratching his head and clearing his throat. “Sorry.”[/color]
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I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THEN
• and i wanna go down every road you've been •

Meg wasn't used to people thinking her observational skills odd. Then again, she was usually surrounded by people who shared the talent and who picked up things in her, too. Her classmates and her father were both great at reading her, one because they were taught to find detail just like her and the other because he was in fact her father and had been dealing with her moods since she was thirteen. Other than them, Meg usually didn't let too many people inside the chaotic mess called her head. She wasn't one to go around blurting out her secrets, but she could tell you when she found one being kept in a friend. It was slightly hypocritcal that she hated people knowing about her personal life when she usually did a bit of digging to get inside of theirs. Though, she only truly did that with Nix or when her dad wasn't telling her something. Not a lot of her other friends were close to her, and, unless she opened up to them in the same way, Meg wouldn't be getting anything out of them anytime soon.

The corner of her lips turned into a smile as he laughed. She was proud that she was bringing a bit of sunlight to his face. Or, at least, she beileved herself to be. He was no longer falling asleep, anyways. That had to be a good sign for something, right? "One more won't hurt," she answered with a laugh. "It's the life saver for everyone around here," she nodded in agreement, brushing her hair over her shoulder as it fell back into her face. The stuff was really unruly today. Probably because Meg was more fidgety than usual, which she had no idea why. She didn't get nervous around guys at all, there was no reason to. No, it wasn't him. It couldn't be him. She was tired; that's all this was. And it was starting to take it's toll on both her nerves and mind.

Meg nibbled on another piece of her doughnut, wiping her fingers on her jeans before flipping another page. Everything on the pages wasn't soaking in whatsoever, but she still had to look like she was studying. She didn't want him calling her out on the same things she'd just done for him. "Classic college kid disease," she joked back, giving him a smile in return. Meg had had nights like that, too. Though, hers usually resulted in her half-asleep father coming and forcing her into going to bed by cutting the power to her bedroom so she couldn't turn on any lights to study by. And, Meg still hadn't figured out how he managaed to do it. Let's just say the option of being an electrician was definitely crossed out for her.

Her eyebrows rose now as he revealed what he was reading. Hmph. Well, that was unexpected. Not many people read Shakespeare these days unless they were... "You're a drama major?" she asked with surprise evident in her voice. "I... uhm... not that that's a bad thing, it's just... you're a drama major?" she said again, unable to find anything else to say. But, she was definitely not one allowed to talk about appearances and majors. Meg herself got looks like this whenever she revealed what she was studying.

As he began to recite the monologue he'd most obviously already had memorized, Meg couldn't help but watch in slightly stunned silence. He was good; really good. The way his face lit up, his eyes brightened even through the haze of exhaustion - Meg knew it meant he was in fact the drama type, despite his seemingly quiet exterior. It just went to show that looks only went so far for a person. "No, no keep going," she smiled encouragingly, her eyes sparkling a bit as she looked up at him. "Don't stop. It was great," she reassured, surprisingly even herself with the quick praise. But, he was good. Really good. And she couldn't have been more wrong about the image she was forming of him.

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[Theo Anthony Sterling]

The thing about college was that you met and worked with people who shared a common interest with you; the reason why you were there. It wasn’t like high school where your favourite class could be the one where everyone goofed around in and ruined the fun for you, or the subject you detested the most and so shut off in, ignoring any information the teacher may provide you with. Sure, the work was harder, everyone complained about the deadlines and half of the time was spent laughing at the state of the course or the professors who ran it, but at the end of the day everyone was there to make something of their lives. The only difference between everyone else and Theo, was that most of them hadn’t been married yet, nor had they fathered a child, or become a widower. That was the thing that made him unique and even though no one knew about the details, it was obvious that there was something different about Theo that extended beyond the few years that he had on the rest of his senior classmates. He didn’t hit the parties, chat up the girls or even join the class for a social drink when class ended on a Friday. He had responsibilities, people who depended on him and a job to maintain to pay his way through the rest of this final year.

It was good to relax and Theo felt a lot better, even if he was still exhausted as ever. He knew college was supposed to be about having fun and hanging out with friends, but his circumstances rarely allowed it and he hated making Lilia stay home all night when she actually had a life of her own to live without needing to play the doting aunt all day and night. He didn’t mind missing out though and so chances like this, with a random stranger, always seemed a nice break from the routine and gave Theo the pause he needed from reality. “Aye, and when I’m awake at 3am with a twitch, I’ll remember you said that.”

[/color] He joked, tapping his pen against his page distractedly as he smiled across the mahogany table at the young blonde woman who had captured his attention and managed to hold it. Coffee may be a lifesaver and Theo did rely it like most of the students here did, but he needed a good, solid night of sleep, and excess caffeine would deny him of that and tomorrow he’d be worse than he was now and then there may not be someone to distract him from slumber.

He remembered the bit of doughnut in his hand and broke the small piece in half, popping one in his mouth, licking the taste from his lips as he chewed it around his mouth, savouring the taste as he forced a smile at her words. Sure, students were tired and a lot of them had bad posture, but his usually came from long, long days split between the college and then the cinema before returning home to play dad. He may have only been twenty six, but his back ached like that of a forty year old after an eighteen hour day. Insomnia didn’t help either, but Theo just took the medication like a good patient and if they didn’t work, then they didn’t work. He could cope with it and besides, what was an actor without some torture? “Aye, maybe it is.”[/color] He mumbled, casting his eyes downwards for a second longer than he intended. Thinking about his insomnia made him think of why he had it, and then he got a little saddened, slipping back into his shell and retreating to the quiet, shy guy he usually was.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips when he heard the surprise at his major. Most people had him pegged for an accountant or an historian, never an actor. Maybe it was his quiet disposition and the way he could blend in with a crowd. He wasn’t like the flamboyant characters in his class and he certainly wasn’t dramatic when he wasn’t playing a role on a stage. He was used to the shocked faces, the surprised tone to the voices and it never failed to amuse him. It just proved that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. “Aye, I am. An’ don’t worry aboot it. I get that reaction all the time.”[/color] He grinned, his accent unmasked with amusement as he studied her stunned face.

When Theo slipped into character, it was like everything else just faded away. He became the person he was pretending to be and he felt their feelings, their thoughts and their beliefs; Theodore Anthony Sterling vanished for the time he was that person. Luckily he broke off the monologue before he could get really carried away and start parading around the library, mirroring The Duke’s pensive state. “Cheers, but I really need to neaten it up a bit more. Besides, we’re in a library and I don’t think the librarian would be very happy with me if I started projecting ma voice.”[/color] He said, glancing back down at the book and the notes he had written beside it.
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Margaret liked school, despite how much she complained about the homework, studying, and exams that always taxed a person's nerves and mind. She loved learning and absorbing all the new information her professors presented her with. Another day in the lecture hall, another day closer to finally graduating. After she graduated, she'd be working at a crime lab, hopefully one in New York City or the state in general, and she'd be on her way to saving people from what she'd gone through: a life without deserved answers. She'd be one step closer to her dream. And, once she graduated, that was all that was going to be on her mind. Well, that and her father, who she would still most definitely be living with until he died. (Though, she tried her hardest to forget that one day he would in fact be gone.) New York would be a memory to her as she was partially planning on moving out of the city as soon as she secured a job offer. It was one reason she didn't have too many close friends here besides Nix. Meg didn't do well with goodbyes; she never had. The less she had to eventually say, the better. How she was going to say good bye to her best friend was still beyond her. Hell, Meg wouldn't even be saying "official" good byes to him. It'd be a "I'll see you soon, Nixxy!" or "You're coming to visit once we're settled!". Nix was one of the only best friends she'd ever had. Letting him go would be like purposely shattering a piece of herself.

Ah, the classic case of no sleep and memories flooding minds. It happened to Meg all the time. Usually, it'd go something along the lines of her having a vivid dream of her mother, waking up and expecting to be able to run down the hall and climb into the sacred woman's lap for comfort, and then remembering that she wasn't there. She'd then end up in silent, agonized tears on her pillow, awake until the morning sun and the time her alarm clock decided to begin buzzing in the annoying way it always did. "Doctor Meg always knows best," she smirked, winking jokingly at him. Meg pulled her gaze off the quiet red head, skimming the page in front of her for a moment. It was boring when you had more entertaining things to distract your mind with. Say, like a handsome young man who was obviously in need of a distraction as much as she wasn't.

Meg blinked at him for a moment as she nearly saw the cloud rumble back over his face, though his eyes were now back on the page. Part of her was guessing he was about as focused as she was on studying now that they'd struck up a rather odd conversation. But, she was more concerned about just what was causing that cloud. Not that it was any of her business... but that had never stopped her curiousity before. Why should it now? Going with the "smarter" reasoning in her head, Meg dropped the topic and pretended she was studying. Again. It looked like she'd be the one pulling an all-nighter tonight if she didn't get any work done here. Maybe it'd be his turn to cheer her up tomorrow when she was sleepy as a sloth.

She gave him a nervous laugh, smiling through the blush creeping up her cheeks. It wasn't like Meg to be that stunned by someone's major. Then again, she didn't usually start up conversations like this with people who obviously looked like they'd rather be studying. Or sleeping. And, he'd looked like that when she walked up, practically begging for a place to sit other than the floor. "I'm sure you do. You don't seem like the type to get high off of coffee and start parading around like a drama queen," she teased softly, trying to get herself out of the potentially embarassing scrape.

A smile stayed on her lips as he came out of character, though it disappeared to a look of confused shock when he said his performance was anything less than perfect. To her, the un-artsy young woman she was, it looked flawless and amazing. "It was amazing. Just admit it," she said, shaking her head as he looked back down at the book. "I'd never, in a million years, be able to do that." The smile was back on her lips as she looked across the table at him, and her eyes were twinkling lightly with amusement.

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