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Claire lost herself in making the tea, only just registering how he liked it, and letting the flirt fly straight over her head. Normally, she would have caught the flirt and tossed it back twice as hard. Not today, though. Her hurt and pain encompassed all, and that fun loving part of her was well and truly in hiding.

The spoon clinked in the cup, breaking the tense silence in her office. There was little of the easygoing atmosphere that usually existed between she and Caleb, but she didn't want to chase him out. They were mates, and she needed to talk to someone. It was better than bottling it all up until she saw someone whom she would consider a closer friend than he was.

That is, if there was someone who fit the bill at the SGC. Claire wasn't sure.

"Hope it's strong enough, e hoa," she said, her voice small as she sat down again, holding her mug in both hands, trying to warm herself. She failed.

Claire waited for Caleb to answer after she commented on life in the submarine, half expecting a glib, sarcastic answer, much in the usual way they talked to one another. After all, their friendship was built on fun, flirtation and having a laugh. Caleb was the closest thing to a good old Kiwi mate she had here, and one she was quite happy to share evenings down the pub with.

This side of Caleb came as a surprise, but a welcome one right at that moment. He seemed to have a natural empathy, and the ability to get right to the core of what was upsetting her. Maybe he could do that with anything, but she would bet that it was a side to him that most people didn't get to see.

Especially that little flash of insight.

"I don't feel like I have a family at the moment," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion again. "I've not been here long enough to form that sort of bond with anyone." She had been there only three months or so, and that hadn't been long enough to get that close to anyone. She hadn't dated in that time, either, and had no intention of starting, so romance wasn't on the cards for her either.

A tiny smile as Caleb asked about the carving, and Claire let out a tiny, bitter laugh as she handed him the hei tiki. It was heavy and cool, the light glinting off the smooth, deep green pounamu, the paua shell eyes shining as though watching him. "It's... for fertility." Her eyes darkened for a moment. "Growth, you know, that sort of thing." He words came out a little quicker as her gaze headed to the desk.


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The silence between them wasn't something that Caleb was use to, it was kind of unnerving even if he knew why there was silence between them. It wasn't like they often spent there spare time just sitting in her office talking about the heavy subjects like homesickness and what they'd do to end world poverty. No they were much more, joking, laughing at each other and just all around having a fun time, again it was that he found himself missing from her.

There was a strange part of him that wanted to make her smile once more, that wanted to make her actually joke and flirt back to him. He just wasn't sure where that part of him had come from, he hadn't had a woman friend, true friend, in so many years, after all the last woman he considered to be his best friend and partner in all things had basically walked away from the life style of him being away all the time. That was when he stopped showing that side of himself he realised, stopped offering up the sincere and honest side, if he could get people to smile with a flirt and a tease then that was what he was going to do. If no one smiled or laughed back with him when he did that, then he knew to walk away.

Caleb took a sip of the tea, it was definitely strong enough, he nodded his head as she took her own seat once more, he had taken note of the fact that his own flirts had gone unreturned. Again not something he was use to having happen to him, or rather not without the added measure of - in the most extreme cases - a slap to the face. That had actually happened once and he didn't want a repeat performance.

"I'll be your family," he said it so quickly, so hastily he wasn't sure if he had actually even made any sense. Had it come out a jumbled mess? Had he actually just spoken them words? Why had he spoken them words?

He had no idea where they had come from, why he had thought they were the right thing to say, they were drinking partners nothing else....weren't they? Yeah course he was just being friendly, which he knew was what Claire needed in that moment a friendly ear to talk to someone, she didn't actually want him as a friend he was sure.

So he was not sure why he had said them words, had even offered them up to her, but they were out there now, he couldn't really take them back. Well he could, maybe he should definitely try to take them back or apologise instead of just sitting there slightly lost for words.

"I mean, not your family, obviously," he said, smirk firmly in place, "A friend, a friend that can most definitely sneak you alcohol, a lot of alcohol later if you need it? I can always bring you the alcohol." That was more like him, that was more like there friendship, drinking partners till the end.

The treasure was handed over and he couldn't help taking it from her, the colour was something he hadn't actually seen before in something like this. Not that he often went around examining heirlooms of course. It was light, but had a certain weight behind it, he realised you would know if you were carrying that around with you all the time. But he could see how old it was as well, he had a keen eye for detail - he wasn't a specialist in his field if he didn't have excellent vision after all - and he could tell it was well worn.

"Am pretty sure I met this bloke once," he said, turning the pendant, treasure thing back around so the face was facing Claire. "Of course also if I tilt my head this way, looks a little like me yeah?" he tilted his head to the right, pulling the silly face, mouth turned down at odd angle, as he stuck his tongue out.

He honestly wasn't actually trying to be rude about the piece of artwork that had clearly been handed down through generations of her family. But well the flirting hadn't work, the charming side of him hadn't worked to get her to smile, actual proper joking was going to have to be the way to go. Which meant his sense of humour, was a little odd and well something else that also hadn't actually been shown before.

Of course he couldn't quite keep the tiny smile that crossed his face as Claire explained exactly what it was for and as nice as it was, he very swiftly placed it back on the table top between them. "Fertility eh, I won't be indulging in any of that," he said, smiling at her.

The smile turned slightly softer, after he had handed the thing back to Claire, "Look they clearly know that you've grown as a person, that's why they've sent you that for Christmas. I mean you're here, on your own - well not on your own I'm here now as well - that shows growth, maybe that's what that means."

There were times when Caleb could be quite smart in knowing what things were for, he might be all charm, flirt and smiles all the time, but well he hid his intelligence sometimes, especially when it came to things like this.


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PostPosted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 10:23 pm 
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The silence was heavy, sitting on Claire's shoulders like an albatross around her neck. She'd never before been feeling so low when in the company of someone who wasn't family or a close friend, and it was alien to her. She didn't know what to say, how to act, how much to reveal. Each decision was a fresh torture, but she might as well jump in head first and see what happened.

She blinked in shock as Caleb blurted out that he'd be her family. Claire frowned, not quite understanding what he meant, and whether he'd meant it at all. In fact, Caleb looked almost mortified as he appeared to realise what he had said. She wondered how long it would be before he started backtracking. Claire was surprised to realise that maybe she didn't want him to backtrack.

This was the first time since her arrival in America that someone had seemed to want to make that close connection with her - well, aside from the few who had asked her on dates - and it had been someone she wouldn't mind having a close connection with. They got on well: they shared a sense of humour, enjoyed one another's company, and, if she were honest, Claire had always had more close male friends than female. Maybe Caleb was just another one in that mould.

But backtrack he did, and Claire offered him a small, sad smile. "Great, a pity friendship. That's all I need." There was no malice, no barb in her words, though, and her eyes were gentle. She caught his chocolate brown gaze, though, her eyes searingly honest as they bored into him. "But... if a real friendship is on offer... I could use that right now."

She took another sip of coffee as Caleb turned over the hei tiki in his hands, watching as his fingers played over the cool, heavy jade. She couldn't help but smile, and let out a tentative snort of laughter, as Caleb pulled a face and compared himself to the hei tiki. "I think he's a bit better looking, e hoa,," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice, and some of the sadness having left her eyes.

Claire ignored the comment on fertility, choosing instead to take another sip of coffee. That wasn't a conversation for anyone, much less someone with whom she appeared to be only tentatively exploring something akin to a real friendship.

She picked up the hei tiki again, cradling it as though it was precious, which, of course, it was, at least to her. "Maybe you're right," she said, her voice quiet, and the tiniest of smiles on her lips, as Caleb made suppositions about the reason it had been sent. "It's a Māori thing. It's associated with Hineteiwaiwa, the goddess of..." Claire paused for a moment, before catching Caleb's eye for a second. "The goddess of female arts, for want of a better phrase. It's a good omen for women." She didn't offer up any further detail, instead running her fingers over the smooth stone in her hands.

"This is part of home, part of who I am. Part of who I want to be."


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Oh yeah putting his foot in his mouth was the way he was going at that moment, he hadn't meant to suggest becoming family, after all they weren't even that close. There was no way he would class her as family, well not in the sense that family was usually classed as, he would class her a really good drinking partner friend, who could put him in his place when was needed.

But when Claire said a pity friendship, he frowned at that, that wasn't what he had meant at all, there was no way on this planet he would actually joke around with something like that. People got hurt all too often with people being 'fake' friends, he would never put himself into that category, ever. So when she went on to suggest a proper friendship, well that was more what he wanted to hear, well it wasn't he'd still sooner hear that she would go out with him but that was neither here or there.

He was also noticing that despite the fact he still tried valiantly to get her to go out with him, the flirting the innuendo, and the ever persistent charm he wasn't quite sure he would be able to handle her actually saying yes to him now. He found himself enjoying the supposed chase of the woman sat in front of him, and somehow he didn't really want that to change, if he was being honest with himself.

He smiled softly at her, before sticking a hand out for her to shake, it might seem daft but well he didn't think they were quite at the hugging stage yet, "Real friendship was on offer," he said quietly. "I won't joke around about that." He offered a small shrug as he said that, something that was truthful and sincere all in its own right, a side that didn't often get shown to just anyone, but something was making him try this day.

Maybe it had been the fact he had seen her nearly break down, or maybe it was just the infectious Christmas spirit that had rubbed off from his own parents - honestly there had only been so many times he could hear them ask if he had found someone yet - he didn't know. But he was willing to try, if she was, maybe by the end of it he would have found someone that would be more than just a drinking friend, but a proper friend as well.

He couldn't help laughing as she said the trinket was better looking than him, he just put on a bit of mock pout, "Now honestly Doctor, I don't think you're being quite truthful with your patient here are you," he said before breaking into a smile again. It was good to see her smile, even if it was at his own expense, but he didn't care, if she could forget for a moment just a moment that she was homesick then well he'd pull all the weird faces she wanted him to.

"I think as well, I can see that smile of yours," he said, making an over demonstration of looking at her face, before nodding his head, "Yup can definitely see it, just peeking out."

The amusement died away once more as Claire explained what the trinket meant to her and the fact that he was right. He couldn't help feeling a little proud of himself for getting something right, it wasn't said nearly enough to him, hell half the time he didn't think he actually did do right, he just kind of stumbled around blindly until he happened upon the right answer. Well that was what he told himself anyway.

"Then be that person," he said with as much courage as he could muster in his voice for her, "I was a different person once, everyone is at one point in time or another. That there in your hands, that's your motivation." Seriously he wasn't sure when he became this sane voice of reason for someone feeling as homesick as what Claire was, he also didn't really elaborate on just how different he had been years back. This was about trying to cheer Claire up, not talk about his horrid past.


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Despite her self-absorption at that moment, Claire didn't fail to notice the frown on Caleb's face as she made her flat joke about a pity friendship. She'd heard about Caleb's reputation, the fact he was a player who screwed women then moved onto the next one, night after night after night. There were no tales that he had managed just a friendship with a woman, and that was all that she wanted from him.

Claire liked Caleb. But just liked him. Nothing more. She didn't find him attractive, even though he was undoubtedly a bloody good looking bloke. He just wasn't her type. Claire was attracted to well built Māori blokes, not tall, wiry fair complexioned Brits. Still, his personality meshed with hers more than she had anticipated it would, and there was nothing more she would love from him other than a strong, real friendship.

Claire's face remained sad and almost impassive as Caleb held out his hand for her to shake, and, instead of shaking it, she took his hand and held it, giving it a firm squeeze. She didn't want to let go, either. This was the first real connection she'd made with anyone at the SGC, and it was with someone she wouldn't have expected, too.

"Thank you," she said, her voice tiny enough to only have been heard in her small office. The smile that accompanied her words was equally as small. Claire could count her true friends on one hand, and the feeling that she was able to add Caleb to that exceedingly small list was almost overwhelming.

It felt undeniably good, though, to be able to talk to someone the way she was to Caleb. To be completely honest and admit her vulnerabilities, which was something she hadn't been able to do since she had left New Zealand. Of course, it wasn't all of her vulnerabilities, but she was showing Caleb a softer side that nobody else in the USA had been privy to.

Maybe he was the first person that, for some reason, she felt able to utterly trust.

Claire couldn't help a smile, though, as Caleb started to tease her. She slowly removed her hand from his, comfortable as it had been, and gave him something approaching a genuine smile. "Maybe," she conceded, shrugging lightly. "But isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder?" The hei tiki was almost purposely ugly, but it had its meaning. It was just that maybe it was more literal than she had admitted to Caleb.

She cocked her head as Caleb told her to live up to his perception of the hei tiki's meaning. He may not be right, but he had a point.
She owed it to her family to live up to Caleb's perception of the artefact. He didn't need to know it was literally a fertility symbol, in her case.

"You know... you're not as much of a meathead as you appear," she said, her voice quiet, but with the smallest of smiles twitching on her lips. "And you have actual friends? I think I should feel honoured."


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Caleb had been expecting some kind of firm handshake from Claire, it was expected with her being such a confident woman, so when all she did was hold his hand in the grip it was surprising. The smile became sincere as he put his own cup down - from his other hand - and gripped her hand with both of his. It was as though they didn't need to shake to put the foundations down to some kind of friendship, this was all that was needed and well if he managed to warm her hand up in the process he didn't mind.

He realised that it was his own way of being as truthful with Claire in that moment as was possible without actually saying anything - mainly because words often failed him at times he was much better with actions - to her. It was a start, and the smile was definitely less flirty and more, well more him as he sat back in his chair once more picking up his cup.

"No need to thank me," he said, friends after all didn't need to thank friends. It was just what was done, there didn't need to be any thanking him, none what so ever.

Caleb realised as well that after that handshake, after quite literally putting everything he had about himself on the line to actually make a friend that this was the first time he had done that. He knew the rumours that floated around the base about him, hell there was one that he had started himself, he basked in that attention. Let people draw there own conclusions then all he had to do was smile in the right place, add a small comment and it would be spread like wild fire.

But sat in the small office in front of Claire, someone who had flirted back with him just as hard, who had near enough drank him under the table on there night outs, he realised that he didn't want a rumour spread about the two of them. He found himself less wanting to sleep with her - not that he had actually ever really wanted to in the first place - and more just wanted to chat to her, about anything and everything. He inwardly sighed, it would do no good getting too attached to someone, but a part of him was open to that possibility of actually trying to be a friend for someone.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, it just depends on whose doing the looking," he said back, smiling at her. He honestly didn't understand the trinket that she had, despite the fact that she had clearly explained it to him, he had nothing like that from his family.

They had never really gone the whole heirloom route, none of them, he knew his parents wanted to see him settle down but that was never going to happen - ever - and he knew his dad would love him to be working back home. Again something that was never going to happen, but they had never given him anything to take with him as such, he knew that Claire was lucky to have parents have a heritage that was that strong.

He couldn't help laughing as Claire called him a meathead, it was nice to see a bit of a humour back in her eyes, "That has to be the first time someone has called me that in a polite way," he said, smiling back at her, "What were you expecting from this meathead then?"

Of course then he had to look mock outraged as she joked about him having real proper friends, "I will have you know Doctor, that I have real friends, as of today I have one. You." He teased back, all full on joking once more, but there was a tiny, tiny bit of sincerity in his voice, as though actually she was his only friend.


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Claire's eyes flickered with a spark of something akin to hope as Caleb's other hand wrapped around hers, and she let her hand rest between his without demur. It seemed strange to be holding hands with a bloke, after over four years without even a single date, but, at the same time, it also felt right.

There was nothing in that handholding, nothing other than the sincere offer and acceptance of a friendship, a friendship the like of which Claire had been missing since coming to America. If she were honest, she had been missing a close friend since she had moved from Auckland down to Wellington. Of course, she had kept in touch with her long term friends, but it wasn't the same as having someone there who she could talk to, confide in and generally trust.

It was surprising that Caleb lost the flirtation in his smile, replacing it with a sincerity that Claire hadn't seen there before. It was refreshing to see, and she was more than a little grateful. "There's every need to thank you," she said, her voice a little more assertive now, a little of her usual confidence glimmering through. "I've been so self reliant for so long, I think I've forgotten how to recognise when I need to let someone in."

That admission took a lot for her, and Claire gave Caleb a small, sheepish smile. "So... thank you," she repeated, wrapping her hands around her mug once more. They were only words, but they were said with sincerity and warmth.

Claire was well aware of how things would look at the moment, if someone were to interrupt them. Caleb had a reputation as a player and a womaniser, and she could guarantee that her name would be linked with his if someone were to see them talking like this. She didn't want to be the subject of any rumours, but she wasn't prepared to hide this fledgling friendship either. Rumours be buggered. Let people think what they liked.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Well, I happen to think it's beautiful," she said, picking up the hei tiki and cradling it with a certain reverence. "I'm honoured they sent it to me, really. It's been handed down for a few generations, and... well, it means a lot to receive it." She didn't dwell on the fact that it had been given to her for one purpose and one alone. The purpose might have been there in the giving, but it was pointless. She was never going to have children of her own, and that was that. No fertility symbol was going to make a difference.

A smile twitched at Claire's lips at Caleb's reaction to her calling him a meathead. "More of the flirting, less of the sincerity, at least from you," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "And... well, you're covering up hidden depths under that cheeky exterior, aren't you?" Not that she knew enough military staff well enough to know whether that was usual, but she got the feeling that it wasn't just anyone who got to know anything underneath the surface of Caleb's character.

Claire laughed, her bruised heart lightening, as Caleb informed her that his sum total of friends was... her. "So you mean to say you're a sad, lonely bastard as well," she grinned, her eyes almost sparkling as they did when she had returned his flirts before. "I guess I should be honoured, then." In truth, she felt she was. Claire had the feeling that very few people knew the real Caleb, and she thought she had at least had a glimpse of him that morning.


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In all honesty Caleb hadn't needed the thanks, twice, that Claire gave him, yet there was a small part of him, after letting go of her hand and sitting back in his chair that felt good that she had thanked him. Almost as though that was the whole reason he had come down here, it was a new thing and well he found himself quite liking it.

He listened as Claire described being so self reliant all the time, he could kind of understand that, a little bit. That was the one thing he didn't have to be so much, the training he'd been the given the work that most if not all the military did on base and before they joined the SGC. Well you had to rely on others, there was no other option but to do that, you had to know the bloke you were serving with had your back at all times.

"I get that," he answered, smiling slightly at her, "Kind of. We have to rely on each other all the time, I think we forget to rely on someone when it's personnel." Which was also true for himself, he went through so many times having to rely on other people whilst on the job that it was difficult to let someone in when it was personnel.

He was just glad he could help Claire, not something he ever thought he would be doing in a million years of course, he was still feeling a bit like he was on the wrong foot in this situation. It was all out of his comfort zone, so he was glad to know he was doing something at least partially right.

"Ah you're lucky to get something that has been handed down," he said simply, unwilling to explain that he didn't have that kind of tradition. His parents didn't have that kind of tradition, when Caleb had first arrived at the SGC - all of near enough a couple of months now - he found the different traditions from other people to be daunting. Honestly he had no idea if he would end up stepping on peoples toes with some of his remarks, thankfully nothing of the sort had happened yet.

When the conversation moved back to what he thought were safer topics, topics he could reply on without it feeling weird to him he felt happier. He leant a bit further back in his chair, once again stretching out his legs in front of him - he honestly didn't know what was worse being in the infirmary injured or sitting on the god awful chairs they provided - all in a show of that cheekiness that Claire mentioned.

"But who was to say I wasn't being sincere in my flirting," he teased, winking at her, safe ground, neutral territory for him. Well as neutral as it ever got when he was flirting, at least now he wasn't trying to actually get her to sleep with him, it was just who he was. "Nope no hidden depths, what you see is what you get." Which was a complete and utter lie of course.

He found that if he was being truthful with himself, which didn't happen often, he didn't really want to sleep with her. Sure she was attractive enough, could definitely give him a run for his money when it came to flirting back, but he didn't want that from her. His offer of friendship earlier hadn't just been for her benefit, he realised now that he himself actually wanted that friendship.

Caleb couldn't help laughing as Claire called him a sad lonely bastard, honestly the woman had a way with words that just meant he couldn't leave them as they were. "Oh I don't know about lonely, there's plenty of people that want to get to know me," he joked back, clearly the people in that sentence translated into women.

The smile fell less cheeky and more softer as he added as an after thought, "You're never lonelier than when you're in a crowded room," he said quietly. "So I guess it's good that we aren't in a crowded room."


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Claire's expression sobered as Caleb said that he sort of understood the self reliance thing. However, it looked as though he was coming at it from an opposite perspective. "I've had to learn to rely on myself the last few years," she said, by way of explanation. "About... four years ago, I moved from Auckland to Wellington, leaving all my family and friends behind. You learn pretty bloody quickly to stand on your own two feet."

It had been a difficult transition, but Claire had felt that she had had no choice. Her split from Tama had been painful, and she had found it impossible to keep working with him, seeing him every day. It had taken a few months, not she had secured a job heading up the emergency department at a busy Wellington hospital, and had thrown herself into her work, anything to get over the fact that her fiance had been a lying, cheating bastard.

Of course, this wasn't anything that she would talk about with anyone, especially someone she didn't really know, despite the fact that she was already sat here, spilling her guts. Still, it was nice to know that there was now someone with whom she would - maybe - be able to talk about things like this in the future.

Just not now.

Claire gave a soft, almost sad smile. "It's a big thing amongst the Māori," she explained simply. "We revere and honour our ancestors, what they did, what they made, what they believed in. It's a big part of who we are as a people. It kind of shapes you, you know? Even though mum's not Māori - she's Irish - they're pretty big on family too. It's dad's side this came down through. I remember touching it when my grandmother used to wear it around her neck on special occasions." Her grandmother had died a year beforehand, and that was still fresh and painful in her mind.

Caleb seemed to relax more as the topic returned to his flirtatiousness. Claire shouldn't have expected anything else, really, not from him. He was a man who seemed to thrive on touching only on surface emotions. She hadn't missed how uncomfortable he had been when he discovered her in tears, and had done his best to cheer her up.

She twitched an eyebrow upwards. "If you were sincere in your flirting, you'd have made sure I knew it long before now," she replied, her voice soft in the quiet room. "And I'm glad you don't want to make me another notch on your bedpost. I'd hate to lose a friendship over that." Well, a burgeoning friendship, anyway, although Claire had no doubt that things would deepen, and Caleb could end up being one of her closest friends. That was precisely what she wanted and needed from him.

Another eyebrow twitch as Caleb made a boast about the women he had lining up around the block. "No, they don't want to get to know you," she replied, taking another sip of her coffee. "They want to... experience you, if the rumours going around base are to be believed!" In his short time at the SGC, Caleb was building quite the reputation as a ladies' man.

Claire gave him a minute frown as his cheeky, flirty smile softened, before returning the smile with sincerity. "I guess you're right," she said, catching his gaze and holding it for a second. "You know, I'm glad you came down and found me in a crying heap." Her voice was gentle, her tone utterly sincere. "But I don't believe you only came down to bring me coffee. What's up? Nobody comes to the infirmary for fun."


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When Claire explained that she had to be self reliant since moving from her home town in New Zealand to American, he found that to be quite sad. He knew himself had moved around mostly all over the world and yes there had been times when he'd had to be self reliant but no where near as much as Claire had clearly had been. He couldn't quite understand how that must have felt really, and although the whole conversation was a step in a direction he wasn't use to taking, he wanted to make it alright fro her.

"Went from the UK to a Submarine," he added in, not that it was going to help her at all. "There wasn't much in between really." It probably didn't help in the slightest, but he did at least know what it was like to not be at home, to not be in an arms reach of contact with family, it wasn't easy but it was doable.

There had been times when he wanted to just speak to his family to just tell them everything that had happened that day and there had been only one time when he had actually given into that urge and actually taken leave himself for a week. But he wasn't about to get into the grittyness of his break up, he might have found himself starting to like Claire as a friend, but well he wasn't about to divulge that information just yet. Well at least not in depth anyway.

He listened with a sort of rapt attention as Claire explained about the Maori ways, the things they passed down from parent to child, it was fascinating in a way, he hadn't actually heard anything be talked about that like in such admiration before. Every cultural thing he heard had always been told in passing and no one had lingered on it too long, but Claire, well Claire had shared with him the traditions and it was interesting to hear them.

"That's kind of brilliant," he said, smiling at her and he meant it. The history behind such a thing, the fact that she had such a memory to go with it, it was brilliant. "Of course when you have kids you can then pass it on to them," he added lightly. "I don't have much like that, there is probably things back at my parents house that have been passed down, but, taking things like that with me not such a good move when you're on a moving sub about six months of the year."

Caleb couldn't help laughing as Claire mentioned the reputation he had, he had heard the whispers, had seen some of the stares that he got - mainly from most of the female population on base - for it. It wasn't just the reputation of the fact he would sleep with any willing body, but more exactly what he could do - which really in his own humble opinion wasn't as great as the women clearly bragged about, but he wasn't going to mention that to her either - he definitely didn't leave anyone unsatisfied that was sure. Including himself.

He also couldn't help the small bit of preening he did as well at the mention of his reputation, he was rather proud that in the last few months it had spread quite vigorously throughout the ranks. Hell he was sure there was some Lieutenants that had even heard of his reputation. But Claire was also right that he didn't want to make her just another notch on his bedpost - so to speak - he found that more time he sat in front of her, drinking the rather lovely cuppa she had made (he was so sneaking back down for more tea in the future, he knew her secret stash now) he didn't want that from her.

"Definitely not another notch on the bedpost," he agreed smiling at her, "Friends sound good. What is it the kids call it these days? Ah yes, you gonna be my BFF?" Caleb had heard the term before, had hated the phrase, but well a little teasing in light of the apparent heavy conversations they had been having he couldn't help it.

He sat forward as Claire mentioned the rumours, as though the news was shocking to him, "Rumours? About me? Now really I didn't think you listened to such things?" he said, before choking on his drink slightly as she told him women wanted to 'experience' him and not get to know him. "Honestly Claire, am not some ride that people can just climb....no wait never mind." before chuckling quietly to himself. Oh he would be anybody's ride any day of the week if that's what they wanted, just so long as it wasn't the same woman wanting the same thing.

Caleb couldn't help the slightly wrinkle of his nose as she brought the conversation back round to what he actually was doing in the infirmary. It sadly enough wasn't actually for a quick chat and a decent cuppa that was for sure, but well he just didn't want to get the mandatory physical started any time soon. It was Christmas, surely the COs were just being mean making him come down here for it at Christmas.

Sighing he said, "Mandatory physical for going back onto active duty, if you ask me I think it's just the higher ups way of torturing us souls who stayed for Christmas, make sure we didn't eat too much of the Mess Christmas pud and all that."


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