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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Is this not about a medical thing, this time? Seems so. Claire's a bit more relaxed than she usually is when using the network, and it might have something to do with that glass of wine in front of her.]

It's my fifty-first birthday this weekend. Do I win the award for most elderly amongst us refugees?

It's hard to believe I was in my late twenties when I first came to Olympia. Stasis is... strange, to say the least, but I'm sure any of us here for an amount of time realize that.

[Now, let's see who's going to be a smartass and make a grandma comment. She's waiting. It's there, in her smile. Do it.]

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[deadthenred]

Probably because I'm not really [ —he has to do the math— ] 93.

[ Stasis is weird. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Jesus Christ. What's your secret?

[She's been outdone.]

[deadthenred]

Lotta beauty rest.

[ He runs one of his hands through his hair. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Bravo. A full head of hair, too. I don't see a gray strand.

[She reaches up to touch her own. She's got a few, mixed in with the brown, and most of them have probably sprouted up in the last few months here.]

[deadthenred]

I hope not, jeez.

[ No offense, Claire. ]

Like I said, it's only a technicality. [ A joke on his birthday cake. The last time he had a birthday cake. ] I'm just old for my age.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Color isn't hard to fix.

[Says the woman that just signed up for a future of coloring a young man's hair, but Theon's only in his twenties, and it wasn't age that turned his hair white.]

Sounds mysterious, that.

[deadthenred]

I fell into the English channel and froze to death.

But they found me later and brought me back.

[ He doesn't mean to be obscure, but uh, more detail than that will probably make the conversation turn south. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That's one way to wipe the smile off her face.]

I'm sorry. Not about--about the being brought back, but that it needed to be done in the first place.

[deadthenred]

[ Yeah. He really needs to work out a better way of talking about this. Or just never talk about it, probably. ]

It's alright. A lotta people got worse than me, during the war. So…

[ But there is no so. It's just what it is. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I hear that a lot, too.

[Oh, to hell with it.]

I'm sorry, but we've spoken before, haven't we?

[deadthenred]

[ He has to think about it. It's been a long time for him, too, and she's changed. Squinting— ]

You were the nurse at the blood drive.

[nineteenfortyfive]

That was a lifetime ago. [In many ways. It's only been a bit over a year, though,] I met a lot of people, then.

[deadthenred]

Tell me about it. [ A low, old-fashioned whistle. ] This place has really changed.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Since then? Certainly.

[deadthenred]

I missed the dragon.

[ He feels a bit left out. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're lucky. Majestic statue, terrifying in reality.

[deadthenred]

Did a number on Olympia, that's for sure. Like walking through London after the Blitz.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire remembers. Her uncle died because of the Blitz, and she frowns a bit at that memory and the one of returning to Olympia after the dragon was no longer a threat.]

Yes. So, be glad you missed it.

[deadthenred]

[ Bucky had been in Scotland for most of '41, only stationed in London after Pearl Harbor. ]

I do miss it. London, I mean.

[ For a long time, the thing he wanted most was for it to be 1944 again. It was strange, and maybe selfish of him, but— life wasn't perfect, then, but he knew what it was about. ]

I only went back once after the war.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Sometimes the heart settles on a time and that's what it wants. She'd give a lot to go back to Lallybroch before Culloden. It's when she was happiest, she thinks, even with the recent loss of her child heavy on her heart. She had a home, and a family, and she was with the man she loved, making a life.

Boston had been a poor substitute, but she had Bree.]

And then where?

[deadthenred]

[ For Bucky, it was Paris, 1944. Even with all the death it took to get him there, to get everyone there. ]

Where did I go? After the war?

[ He doesn't mind reminiscing but also isn't sure how to answer the question. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you don't mind. I'm just making conversation. [She offers him a small smile.] I don't mean to pry.

[deadthenred]

No, it's fine, I don't mind. [ He has tried to keep his own policy of openness, his own personal glasnost, but in his experience beginning with a long list of all the things he feels guilty for doesn't go over well for anyone. ] I've been all over, really. Sorta the nature of the service. [ As true of the KGB as it is of the US Army and SHIELD. ]

But I was living in New York, I guess, most recently.

How about you? [ Conversation. He can do this. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She can understand any apprehension. She's seen it before, and she's not one to share too much about those days, either.]

A similar story here. After the war I [time] traveled, and then I settled in Boston for twenty years. Went from a combat nurse to a surgeon and a mother.

[deadthenred]

Boston, huh? The Sox finally won it in 2004. [ This was one of the very important things he researched when he was finally himself again. ]

Being a surgeon and a mother are both… real accomplishments. [ For a real life. ]