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{5th Bullet} A moment of silence (Accidental Video since Blackberries have a mind of their own)

[Sheldon had taken his wallet from his bureau drawer and opened it. He hasn't looked in the mirror and sat down at the edge of his bed. His hair was wet from a shower and the towel was around his neck. His bare chest was a stark contrast to his tanned skin and the tattoos were now seen on his arms and a name was barely noticeable under the terrycloth material.]

So many years and not a day goes by that I can't stop. It's perpetual. A pendulum and slowly time creeps down and would someday break the ropes but the blade is too close to be set free. A fleeting moment, maybe a chance for escape, but it's there.

[His fingers brushed along the image of a picture in the wallet. A soft smile came to him. His grandfather was a huge inspiration in his life and everything that he was taught by the Cherokee medicine man never left him.

He picked up a small sprig of sage and lit it, placing the smoldering sage in a clean bowl and closes his eyes. He appears to be in meditation now.]

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[She doesn't want to interuppt him, but..]

Um, I thought you should know you're blackberry video is on

[Sheepish smile]

What a retarded little device this is.

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

Thanks.

How are your...toes?

[Two weeks in the Russian hell was enough to swear him off any place arctic for a lifetime.]

[She looks a little blank for a moment, bfore realizing what he means]

Oh, yes they're fine - how're you..?

I've been....good. I've been thinking about my family a little...you know...little things.

I see - I'm sorry, did you want me to leave you alone? If you want your privacy that's fine

No, you're fine. I was just thinking about my grandfather and what he would do. It's not entirely intruding since you're not really bothering me. The device seems to have a mind of its own.

[She nods - she still isn't sure that she should be interuppting him, but she guesses that if he wants to be left alone, he'll say]

They do..the amount of times mine has started filming me without my knowing it

This is the second time, that I know of, that it has done it to me. I can't say that it's all bad. I have a lot to hide but nothing that would harm another person deliberately. For example, [He grabs a shirt and pulls it on.] it could show something offensive just to make me uncomfortable at the moment. I can explain my actions but the interpretation is left to the judgment of the other that was watching me at the time.

I would rather not be caught in those moments. Explaining my grandfather's medicine rituals while being a catholic is a contradiction in terms but it may interest someone else that is interested in or believing that it is an occult fetish.

I know you have questions.

[She does, but they're mostly simple ones, or questions that will have to wait until she gets to know him better]

...well, I mean, it's not really a question, but, would you tell me about your grandfather?

[A small smile came to his face. He didn't seem to mind telling her.]

He was a Cherokee medicine man. He had this way with talking to people that made everyone comfortable. He didn't pretend at anything and he never lied.

When I was little, he would tell me the old stories in the backyard by the fire. You see, I grew up in Tennessee with him while my father was away on missions for the Marines. I elected to stay with him because my other siblings wanted to move around. Sure, I moved too but I wanted to be where my roots were. I guess I was fascinated with him more than I was fascinated with malls and every summer I would stay with him so he wasn't ever alone. My father was the one that hated the reservation. I can't say that I blame him.

It was like I was split between the modern world and the past at the same time and often I was conflicted. I chose it and it became a part of me just like I was a part of my Cherokee heritage. I would listen to the stories and saw the symbols. As I came of age, I started to learn the practices but I still kept my mother's Catholic faith.

[He smiles softly.]

I was literally a child of two worlds. One half was ancient and part of the earth while the other half believed in the afterlife and the riches of Heaven. Both sides were very different. I can still hold both faiths and be true to them. My grandfather once told me that when the Whitemen came, they not only took the land, they tried to breed them out and some went as far as killing the children to stop the heathen beliefs by crushing their spirit by forcing their religion on them. Is that right? No. Is it victory? Of course it is.

At first, I was angry. What he said wasn't the stuff that was taught in schools. He told the story as it really was and with it came a knowledge to me that the world is a messed up place full of sinkholes and rifts. Eventually in time, those sinkholes will fill up to become ponds. Those mines dug to gouge the earth of its riches would soon become caves and homes for bats and other creatures to use. The earth heals itself in ways we can't imagine but it does.

And it's the same thing that what my grandfather has taught me. We can be angry. No one is truly virtuous. At least not a man that is conceived by another. Still, I had to find a way to make both sides work. A balance, so to speak, needed to be achieved.

My grandfather was a very wise man. He believed so heavily that people can live in peace if they are willing to seek it. Some have to fight for it. And if it's worth fighting for, then it's worth the cost.

[As he tells her the story, Robin pulls her legs up onto the bed, resting her chin on her knees. She hadn't known Sheldon to say so much about himself at one time; in all honesty, she was surprised he told her anything.

However, she was glad that he did.]

He certainly sounds like a very wise person..I would have liked to have met him

I miss him.

[He pulled the towel off around his shoulders and started to comb out his hair. The dark brown appeared red in some places around the ends. He hadn't used any product yet to keep his hair dark.]

He was very important to me just like you have become. And I thought you should know about him a little.

[Robin gave a small smile as she tried to think of anything she could share with him in return..]

Thank you - I appreciate you telling me

[At first, she'd been a little...not wary, but confused as to why he held her as an important person to him. But, looking back to when she;d first met him, she wasn't sure she minded. on the contrary. Although she could look after herself, it felt good to know that someone else cared for her]

In return, is there anything you'd like to know about me..?

Actually, there is. How did you learn about your ability to control fire? I know you mentioned that witches were hunted in your world but that ability...I'm truly impressed with it. It's dangerous and beautiful and together it's a formidable force as well as a necessary one. I would have ran out of lighter fluid keeping the fires going.

[He smirked.]

Oh, it's not something you learn - I was born with it. You can only learn to control your powers by practising using them, but, mine come with a catch

[She takes off her glasses]

Everytime I use them at maximum power, it damages my eye sight. That's why I need these

Sounds like a logical exchange. Then it's better not to use them at their maximum only when you have to. Fires tend to do that anyway. Stare at it too long and it burns the eyes.

[He seemed very concerned now.]

Maybe it's better that I bring matches....just in case.

I suppose so

[She thinks about what he said; in a way, it was a logical, but Robin also knew she was the only 'witch' the equivalent exchange applied to. She knew it was because 'Project Robin' didn't go 100% smoothly]

Why would you need matches? What were you planning to burn exactly?

[He laughs lightly.]

Maybe I want a bonfire party for a rain dance.

[He smirked at the play on words at his own expense but he can do that considering that he is half Native American and often times he does make light of it to break the ice.]

[She gives a bright smile - she knows he's kidding, but she found the play on words comical]

Sounds like it could be fun

Sans the feathers, the war paint and the loin cloth, I think it's doable.

[He smirks playfully.]

It'll be nice to finally do something strange and not worry about a freak power plant staring at us.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment]

A house party of sorts could be fun..do you think everyone would go for something like that..?

I don't know. Maybe. I'm not much for throwing parties. I'll try it just the same. It'll be a good way to break the ice, no pun intended just add punch.

[He smirks.]

[She smirks shyly - she was no good at planning or organising things either, but if there had been a house party going on, she probably would have avoided it anyway..or become part of the wall paper.]

I guess that sort of thing would be too nice an action for the Author anyway

Yeah, which sucks royal jelly but that's not the main issue really. It's just a major pain in the ass when we can't relax simply because we are told that something isn't going to go right. I might just do it when I'm good and ready to try it.

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{5th Bullet} A moment of silence (Accidental Video since Blackberries have a mind of their own)

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