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harry and lisa [complete]

Who: Harry Mason and Lisa Garland
Where: By the lake.
When: 8/26/07
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Unaware of what she's considering, Harry heads for the lake to check in on Lisa.
the Story:

Maybe... maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Harry stumbles as he steps outside, holding his head. He's only so much grateful to the kitchen never seeming to run out of drinks, but. It doesn't help him limit at all.

And. Honestly, he kind of wishes he could just... stay inside and not do a damned thing, but he knows he's got to do this.

Even if he's incredibly dizzy, even though he feels like falling over -- once he got word that Lisa was by the lake, he knows he needs to go after her. Or... at least, just to check on her.

After all, Harry highly doubts she wants to see him.

He winces and leans against a tree for a moment, closing his eyes against his pounding head. It feels like it's swimming, and things are spinning -- but at least he's... got a general idea where to go.

Harry takes in a deep breath and continues forward.

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Lisa wasn't sure how long it's been since she decided to sit at the lake. When she woke up from death, she thought about just hiding in her room.

But she didn't want to see Harry (she was scared he'd come back). She left to the lake, after a brief shower.

Her back against a tree, Lisa's arms were wrapped around her knees as she gazed out at the calm lake. Her chest felt heavy, but she hadn't cried all day. Still, dark thoughts weighed her down. Thoughts that the people she cared for probably really hated her for real, and maybe she should just kill herself. Just end it all.

But even for that, she didn't have the courage.

Maybe she was just a failure all around.

It takes some time, but eventually Harry does manage to find himself on a little hill, looking down towards Lisa.

He lets out a sigh of relief. She's okay. ... Well, he... expects that.

He expects that he did kill her, which... god, no, he doesn't want to think about it right now, but still she's whole and safe and that's all that matters.

Harry is okay with leaving, but his body doesn't really want to do the walk back.

Which is obvious by the way he turns to leave, loses his balance, and abruptly rolls down the small hill.

...Not a pleasant fall. Ow. But now he's made himself obvious to the nurse.

Lisa jumped, startled at the sudden sound. She sat up straight, looking over her shoulder. Harry?

The nurse stood up, hesitantly taking a step or two back as the man rolled down the hill toward her.

Part of her wanted to run away, her heart gripped with fear and confusion. But yet, she couldn't find it in her to simply leave him.

Lisa hurried over to where Harry Mason stopped, kneeling down beside him. "Harry...?" She lightly placed an uncertain hand on his shoulder, but it was barely a graze.

It takes Harry a moment; things don't quite stop spinning, and his head still hurts. A little more now, thanks to the fall.

He winces a moment, slowly glancing up.

"Lisa..."

He looks away. "I..."

Honestly, he's sort of surprised she just didn't run away.

"I'm ... I'm okay. But..."

Gently as he can, he pulls away; it takes a bit of stumbling, but he manages to stand back up.

"I'm... I didn't mean to..." How the hell does one say that they're sorry for killing you? "What happened, I..."

Damn it.

"I didn't... I didn't mean a word of it. I didn't mean to... I..."

All he can do, it seems, is stumble over words.

Lisa stands back up with him, keeping her distance however. She listens to what he says with a lowered gaze, idly brushing some blonde hair behind her ear.

"It's okay, Harry. I think...you were kind of right, anyway." She turns away from the writer, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold.

"No! Lisa..."

Ow. Even yelling hurts his head. Harry winces, but shakes his head.

"Lisa, what I said... it's not true. I wasn't myself at all. I don't... really understand why this place made me like that, but it did. Lisa..."

He approaches, swaying a bit -- but he keeps a safe distance, enough he hopes.

"You're Alessa's friend. You're... probably one of the only ones that kept her sane enough, I think... The other things don't matter. You're a good person, Lisa."

"Harry, tell me honestly...uh," Lisa bit her bottom lip softly. She hadn't cried all day, but somehow she felt like doing so now. "Do you...truly hate me? It's okay if you do. I know I've just been a burden to you. I'd understand."

Harry was a nice guy, he really was. But Lisa didn't want to trouble him, or give him a responsibility he did not want at all. After all, she should be able to fend for herself. She shouldn't be so dependent on others.

And the nurse felt bad, because she knew she was that way, and she couldn't help it.

She turns to look at him, noting how he sways here and again.

Drinking again. It really wasn't good for him.

Softly, he frowns. "Lisa... of course I don't hate you. ... You're not a monster, and... I don't think you're a burden. People need other people. That's natural..."

Harry lets out a sigh. If anything, he's the one that messed up. He shot and killed Lisa, didn't he?

He'd never do it, if he had normally been himself, but...

But it still happened.

And Harry's going to remember it for the rest of his life, he knows he will.

"I just don't want to trouble you. I never meant to-," she found that ending that sentence to be difficult, as her voice felt like it was twisting up, a few tears trying to squeeze their way out of her eyes. "Gosh, " Lisa nervously wiped at her eyes, chewing on her lip.

She felt tiny standing there in front of Harry, babbling on when Harry already said he didn't feel that way.

But part of her wasn't sure if she should believe it. Was it really the mansion that caused it, or was that anger truly inside Harry Mason, just needing a little boost to be unleashed?

There's... there's just been so many things going on, and there's too much on Harry's mind, and dear god he does not want to see her cry.

He wishes he could do something about it, but he can barely even keep his balance.

"You were never any trouble," he assures quietly. "If I was... ever frustrated, I was ... just desperate to find my daughter. But you never were a burden to me. You still aren't."

Harry takes a moment, his hand grasping blindly to hold onto something -- a tree branch. All right, that'll do.

"I just... I'm really sorry, Lisa. I know there's nothing I can do to take it back."

Try as he might.

"..." Lisa is quiet for a moment or two, head lowered. She slowly walks forward, hesitantly closing the distance between them.

And she uncertainly wraps her arms around the man's waist, hoping she won't be pushed away, hoping she isn't just following a girlish hope.

"It's...okay, Harry."

The embrace is honestly very unexpected. He doesn't know what to do at first, mostly because... because he's confused.

It pushes him a little, and he's putting his arms around Lisa, hugging her fiercely, and he can't help but tremble a little.

Everything's just getting to be too much for Harry.

"I'm so sorry," he says again anyway.

"Harry..." Lisa holds him more firmly, more assured. Her head rests against his shoulder as she rubs his back, comforting him. Her heart feels suddenly warm. She feels safe in Harry's tight embrace.

Lisa smiles quietly.

But for Harry to be this affected- Lisa felt terrible for doubting him. She knew she could trust Harry. It was just a misunderstanding, wasn't it? (To put it simply, anyway) "I...forgive you."

He doesn't expect that, either. But... if it was Harry, would he...? Yes, if their situations were switched, Harry knows he'd forgive, but still.

And he feels sort of awkward, Lisa resting against him and comforting him.

But not in a bad way.

Harry nods slowly.

"I, uh."

He hesitates. "I don't, um. Think I can stay standing. Sorry."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," she said sheepishly, pulling away. She guided him over to the place where she was sitting before. It was only a short distance away. Besides, it had a lovely view of the lake.

And she sits down beside him, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. "You've been drinking again, haven't you?"

Slowly, after being led to the spot, he sits down with a bit of relief. Things still don't stop spinning, but at least he doesn't feel so... wobbly.

Harry ducks his head a little, but he knows he wasn't exactly trying to hide it.

"Yeah," he answers quietly. "There's just..."

There's just too many things. Too many things going on, and when he feels like he can catch up with them, something else drops into his lap that he can't handle.

He can't... keep doing everything on his own.

"I knew what I did to you, and... it was... it's a lot..."

"I wish I could help...take these burdens away from you, somehow," Lisa murmurs. But she knows she probably only stressed him out more, by acting this way. Lisa's expression softened. "Um, I know I didn't exactly contribute to that wish, just a few moments ago though."

Holding her hands underneath her knees, Lisa quietly sighs, resting her head against Harry's shoulder, somewhat awkwardly. "But...we have to support each other, don't we?"

He smiles hesitantly. "It's okay, Lisa. ... It was my fault, what happened. I'm just glad I found you. I was worried."

Harry lets her get near. It's just... strange is all. If only because this kind of interaction is a form of affection that's been limited for him.

But Lisa is a good person, and Harry knows he's got to depend on someone before he snaps.

Lightly, places an arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah, we do," Harry agrees. "I guess I'm trying too hard to take everything onto myself -- but it's impossible... to do."

"It is impossible, Harry. But..." the blonde gazes up at Harry's face briefly, leaning in a little more as she felt his arm around her. "But...you're suffering, Harry."

He always tried to help her. He was such a nice man to her.

She wasn't sure she deserved his kindness. What were her problems compared to his?

"Let me help you, this time."

"Um." If anything, he feels... awkward and a little... a little bit embarrassed about this. Part of him believes he should be able to handle all of this okay without any help.

But logically, Harry knows he can't.

Also, he really... really is bad at asking for assistance, but Lisa is offering it.

"Thanks," Harry says quietly. "It's just... Running around, trying to help everyone, while raising Alessa, and... and."

Oh jeez.

"I didn't tell you... about her yet. Did I? Cheryl. She's... here. But older. And... yeah."

"Really. If you need help, you should...just ask. I wouldn't mind." But now she was getting kind of embarrassed too, telling Harry things like this. He probably thought she was just being weird now.

"Cheryl? Didn't you say she and Alessa merged or something?" Lisa raised an eyebrow, looking confused (and understandably so).

"Are you sure? I..." Harry pauses to take in a deep breath, then he nods to Lisa, smiling a little. "Thanks. I really appreciate it, Lisa."

The whole thing is confusing. Harry holds his head. "I don't know how to explain it. But Alessa and Cheryl are here. Two different people, yet... yet the same thing. It's... it's to confusing. One is Alessa Gillespie, and the other is my Cheryl."

How else can he say it but like that?

"Of course I'm sure," Lisa smiled back. "You can count on me."

"How strange..." She wasn't so sure how to comprehend something like that actually (and she could only imagine how confusing it must be for Harry). "The mansion picks up people from different time periods, doesn't it?"

That, at least, helps Harry relax a little. He's terribly grateful for the help, but he already feels like he owes Lisa, considering what he... did to her.

"It's really strange," Harry agrees, sounding tired. "But yeah. Cheryl was surprised to see me younger, so... I don't know. I guess she's in my future."

"The future?" It was so weird thinking of that. "How old is she now?" Lisa was curious as to how that little girl grew up, especially since now she knew that Alessa was no longer inflicted with those terrible injuries.

She was sure she grew up pretty.

But, this also meant that at least...some part of Alessa got to grow up, hopefully happily. If for just that, Lisa was relieved.

"I don't really know." He feels sort of... dumb for not asking her. "She looks like she could be fifteen -- no older than seventeen. But... she dyes her hair blonde. It's different, but..."

Harry closes his eyes. "But I know it's Cheryl. I can see it in her. I guess I'm happy that I've gotten to see her again."

"That many years, huh? Gosh..." Time really flew, didn't it? Especially when one was completely unaware of it.

"I'd like to meet her, one day. If that's okay, I mean."

"Of course it is. I think she'd really like to meet you, too, Lisa."

Even if Cheryl didn't remember Lisa, Harry has a good feeling they'd get along, anyway.

He leans his head back, opening his eyes again as he looks out at the lake. It's really kind of nice here. In a lot of ways... this mansion place is deceptively beautiful, what with the terrible things that seem to happen here. People dying, people not being themselves...

But right now, at least it's nice, even if his mind is... all fogged up.

"Hmm, yeah," she replies somewhat thoughtfully, closing her eyes briefly as she tries to imagine how that meeting would be.

But she also realizes that she's kind of tired (emotionally drained, really).

"Hey Harry, is it okay if we stay here a little?"

Harry should be resting too, honestly.

"Hmm? That's fine."

And honestly... Harry is feeling too tired to even think about getting up and walking ten floors to his room.

Besides. Honestly...

Honestly, he feels really comfortable like this.

"Heh, good." She didn't feel like walking him back that far either. A small smile on her face, Lisa relaxes against Harry's side, her eyes closing as her cheek rests on his shoulder.

She wouldn't fall asleep but-

She feels safe here.

Safe, needed.

It was a wonderful feeling.

She savors it.

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