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When; May 4, 2008
Rating; PG-13 (I always go with this to be safe)
Characters; Waverly and Mat
Summary; Waverly returns from her errands to a hung over Mat. (The muns aren't quite sure how this is going to go. Hell, the muses aren't sure how it's going to go.)
Log;

She wasn't trying to hide anything. It was probably the twelfth time she'd told herself this. It was a complete lie. She knew she was hiding as much as she could. The words had slipped out without her even thinking. Being forced, it was something that was a natural unpleasantness by now. Or had been.

All the forced companions and wandering hands had stopped many years ago. None of that had occurred since she left that life and betrayed everyone. Rachel, she'd probably ruined Rachael's life. Who knew what her father had done to her. She tried not to think about what had happened to those she left at home, but sometimes it crossed her mind. Sometimes in the dreams ...

She pushed open the door, her sleeves looking horribly dingy as well as the rest of her. Hair scattered out of her ponytail and face darkened by unidentifiable dirt. It had been a long day, and she didn't expect it to be over. Not after what she had said. She picked the door closed with her foot and set what she carried down, resting her body against the door to take in a few calming breaths.

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He had been resting on the couch. Clow had stopped by earlier but his irritating nature had just made the headache come back. Why he put up with the man was beyond him.

Running he hand through his still wet hair, he heard the door open and close. Waverly must be home now. But walking made the room spin... Sighing, he decided he should anyways and carefully sat up. Blinking his eyes a few times, Mat groaned quietly before moving to stand up and go to the door.

He stopped short. Even messy she still managed to look attractive...How she pulled that off he would never know. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he took a deep breath before whispering a short "Welcome back" to her.

Oh hell. Mat looked like something Dorian had made for sculpture class. That wasn't a good sign. Walking over to him she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and kissed him gently. He looked like he would fall over without support. "Thank you. Did Clow not come?"

The idea of him alone all day with no one to help worried her. Though she supposed that people had been dealing with this sort of thing long before he had been. "Sit."

"He came. I had him leave." Doing as he was told, he sat on the nearest available spot he could find. "Anita came too with tea. It helped some."

Rubbing his temples he looked up at her with blurry eyes. Hangovers were why he usually didn't get drunk. Why he avoided it like the plague. But last night had been different and he had enjoyed himself at the time.

She leaned over the couch and looked at him from a side angle. He must have felt horrid. Brushing back a few strands of his hair she frowned heavily. "Did you take the Tylenol?" It should have helped. Tom had always taken it with a beer and he seemed less angry with the world then. Not completely better, but a bit.

He closed his eyes again. "Couldn't find it. The bucket worked enough to clear my head though." He pointed off to the side where a bucket was filled with water. Some had sloshed over the sides but it was clear how. Especially with his head wet. Nynaeve had a nasty temper but she was a master of cures.

She sighed slightly, her hands running to rest on his shoulders. "I'll get it." She gave his shoulders a soft squeeze before pushing herself off the couch. She didn't think she was going to manage to remove this muck from herself any time soon.

"Have you had anything other then tea?" She didn't yell, but her voice was louder so as to reach the living room from the kitchen. She'd already started pulling out the loose leaf.

"Water." And only a little bit of that. He was grateful that she was being quiet though. It made things easier to deal with.

Keeping his eyes closed, he laid back again. He was never going to drink again. No...he would but burn him if he got drunk any time soon!

He would drink, and he would probably get just as drunk. It was the nature of drinking. She wouldn't scold or anything of that nature however. She wasn't the sort to do such a thing. She placed the pot on the stove and the leaves inside a strainer. It was easier then leaving them in the bottom. Sometimes it would cause the tea to become stronger then desired. She poured him a tall glass of cold water. He wasn't keeping himself hydrated enough. That was part of the problem.

If she ever saw her again, she would have to thank Brittany for all this.

She made her way into the living room and offered the medication. "Take this and drink the whole glass. I'm boiling you some tea that should help too." Part of her mind hoped that he was in such a state that he would forget all about what she had said before.

Taking the medicine, he studied it for a moment before popping it into his mouth followed by a swallow of water. Then, he took large gulps to drain the rest of the glass. When it was done, he took at deep breath and opened his eyes enough to get a good look at her.

Still just as dirty with a frazzled look to her hair. What she was covered in though was beyond him and he decided he'd rather not know.

He really didn't want to know. She really didn't want to know, but right now trying to help his head was more important then stripping down and washing it all off. She leaned down to kiss his forehead lightly before pulling back. "Now, lay down till the tea is ready." She was planning on going to change out of the clothing at least. Once he had his tea she'd step into the shower.

Shower, right, that would help, if he could stand long enough that is. "Have you tried a hot shower?"

Hot shower. That's right. He hadn't done that yet. "No, I haven't. Someone mentioned it earlier though."

Maybe a bath instead. Having only had a bite of something to eat earlier due to his head pounding, he was wobbly on his feet. Looking her over again, he frowned. "You need one too."

She nodded. "I do, but you need it more then I do. All of this is already dried." She thought for a moment before looking him over. "Perhaps after the medication has had a chance to work, and the tea."

She'd almost forgotten about the tea. She made her way into the kitchen only to return to the room with a steaming mug of tea. Sugar already in it. She handed it to him carefully. "It's hot. Just breathe in the steal till it cools."

"I'll be fine. This isn't the first time I've done this." Taking the cup carefully, he sat up and began doing as she had asked. It smelled good. Certainly better than anything someone at home would have made him drink.

"Go take a shower." He gave her a half smile. "I'm a man now. I can take care of myself bloody foolish self."

She couldn't help stifling a laugh at his calling himself a man before she leaned down to kiss him. "Mmm, it has always been my understanding that little boys never truly grow up." She was teasing, but she had also heard one or two of the older women say so before.

She couldn't say she didn't like the idea. After all, she would be hard pressed to admit that she was fully grown herself.

He leaned forward to kiss her back. "We do. But if we acted like it, what would women have to complain about?" Sitting back again, he took a small sip of the tea. It tasted good too...a good sign.

"Now go take a bloody shower. I'm not going anywhere."

She shook her head and straightened, pulling her hair down. Sadly, it didn't actually come down. More stayed where it was, being kept in place by whatever was in her hair. She made her way to the bathroom and showered, the warm water feeling good on her sore muscles. She had never done that before and it was not the easiest of things to do. She hurt all over.

As he waited, he could feel the pounding die down. Definitely a good sign considering how he'd felt earlier. Though, he had been worse before. Drinking more of the tea, he sat up completely and looked down at his clothes. At least he'd thought to put some clothing on. Even if the state they were in wasn't the best. And now, he was able to think clearly enough to talk to her too. Because he certainly hadn't forgotten about it.

Maybe she should have let him suffer through. It would have been safe for her that way.

Still, she was completely oblivious to this thought as she dried herself off and threw on her robe. Drying off her hair she went and changed into her room. Sweats. She needed comfort after today.

She was braiding her hair in twin braids as she came out into the room again. Tilting her head to looked at him she raised her eyebrows. "Feeling any better?"

"Much." He smiled as he studied her appearance. Much cleaner and still beautiful. Setting the cup aside, he reached out his hand to her to pull her onto his lap.

Once she was there then he could hold her to keep her from escaping. Not the most gentlemanly thing to do but worth it.

"Thank you."

She was thrown off balance easily and quickly fell into his arms. Not that she was struggling much against it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled actually. "Good, you looked as if you were about to die when I came in."

He really had looked worrisome, but many did when in that state of the morning after.

He caught her without trouble and gave her a quick kiss once she was settled. "I think at the time my head would have preferred that. I don't agree with it though so I'm still here."

Then he let his face grow serious. Looking up at her, he wondered how to start this before deciding to just start. "Did they hurt you?"

She hadn't been thinking about that conversation just now, so the question threw her off. "Who?" He couldn't be referring to work, she hadn't even told him what had happened there.

"The men from your past." Honestly, he had no idea why he was asking. Normally, he kept his nose out of things like this. It kept him out of trouble and was less of a headache that way. But, he couldn't stand a woman being hurt. Even if it was the past.

"My honor remains mine to give." It really wasn't answering if they had harmed her, just that she was still a virgin, which, in the world she was raised in, was far more important.

He sighed. She had dodged the question. Yes, she was still a virgin but that wasn't what he had asked. "At least you have that..."

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