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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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Rachel nods, still panting and puts her hands on her hips. "Yeah, that's Dean. He should be right inside the city."

Since he and Jo want to get out of town as soon as possible and never go any deeper than that.

"Winchester, huh? You know him?"

"Little bit."

Jackass.

"He's good at what he does."

Dick thought he was a jackass too. He grins at her, reaching back into his panniers for a couple bars of chocolate to offer her one.

"I think that's the only reason we're puttin' up with him. You in the same business?"

Being as how she can turn into a cat and all.

Yes, but she doesn't know he knows that.

She's also eyeing the chocolate bar suspiciously for a moment before shaking her head. "No, thanks. And no, I'm not. I just know him. This is your kind of job, though?"

"No." Dick laughs, white teeth and crinkled eyes. "God, no. I'm a cop, or was, back home. Ghosts and dispossessed teenagers aren't my normal cup of tea."

Rachel nods, though her eyes have narrowed. There's something very familiar about this man and she can't quite figure out what. Her eyes keep getting drawn to his jawline - but that could just be because he's so attractive.

...which he really is.

"So how'd you get mixed up in this?" she asks, running the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead.

Dick shakes his head, grinning helplessly. "You know, I'm stuffed if I know, really. I met Jubes here, and then next thing I know I'm crossing an alleyway and she's tugging on my shoulder asking me to help get her body back. I think she's actually some kind of parallel universe version of me -- sweet kid, in spite of that."

See, it all makes sense.

"Oh, that one."

Not the sister-re-possession one.

Rachel smirks a little at the parallel universe version and shrugs. "Well, it could be worse. She could be your exact double."

Far creepier, Rachel thinks.

Dick grimaces. "I wouldn't wish that on anyone," he informs her, and then laughs to show he's totally not (very) serious. "Why - you got one of those hanging around? I know there's a couple. Kid on the farm says there's three of him."

She can't help it - Rachel bursts out laughing. "No, thank God, I've just heard of them. This place is weird enough without a doppleganger."

She lets out another breath and looks back at Dick's bags of supplies. "I turned down your chocolate, but if you have a water bottle to spare, that'd be great."

Dick grins, digging back into the pannier. "Always carry a few," he admits, ruffling through the bag and picking up one, then putting it back in favour of another one - one with the plastic lid seal still intact. Just out of courtesy, really. "Especially travelling in Kansas - you can meet all sorts out here."

"Nine types of crazy," Rachel agrees, holding out a hand to catch the bottle and giving him a nod of thanks. She takes her time drinking at first - she didn't think to bring one with her and she's miles from the farm and her campsite with Tobias.

After a while, though, she looks at him again and shakes her head, a small puzzled frown on her face. "You look really familiar. Have we met before?"

Dick looks at her thoughtfully, and smiles a little, deciding. "Yeah. Once."

Rachel frowns, thinking about this. Another morpher? Maybe, but he would have likely looked more smug about it, or teased her some more. There were also those 'heroes' Dean had talked about, maybe someone they ran into at the farm or...

"You're that gymnast guy," she informs him after a moment, surprised.

Dick lifts a hand in ironic salute.

"Guilty as charged," he agrees, grinning. "I'd be more worried about spilling secret identities, but in this world it just doesn't seem to matter so much, you know."

"Well, you know I can morph," Rachel points out, unconcerned and shrugging while she lifts the water bottle again. "So if you're screwed, so am I. Don't worry about it."

Dick grins, amused. "Yeah, I somehow doubt that any of our usual villains are hanging out in this world, or could do anything if they were. We're basically OK really.

"So how's the gymnastics going? Did you find a teacher?"

Rachel's eyebrows lift and she laughs at him, incredulous. "Yeah, I stopped by all the local gyms to ask about it. No, of course not."

Which might be why she ran five miles on her own for no outwardly obvious reason.

Dick laughs. "Well, I'm not the only one around. It's possible. Although I doubt any of us are working at gyms."

He yawns, stretching. "Is everything OK?"

She did just, you know, run five miles on her own for no apparent reason.

"Peachy."

She tosses the empty water bottle back to him.

"Just working on this body since the other ones are fine. Thanks for that."

Ever environmentally conscious, Dick tucks it back in his bike bag for later disposal. "No problems. Really? You're that determined?"

Rachel arches a brow, starting to take offense, and shrugs again. "Not much else to be around here. I'm determined to not get killed, yes."

Dick didn't mean to offend her! :o

"I know Dinah runs training sessions back at the farm," he offers, thoughtfully. "But she's not, hmmm. Not so much for the gymnastic side of things."

He is totally considering teaching people again. He just needs a little nudge.

"Dinah," the name is stressed, as if it could be an insult, "probably requires her students to be at the farm. I don't live there."

She isn't welcome there.

"I do what I can for hand-to-hand. I'm more worried about gymnastics. If I can get distance, I can morph."

Edited 2008-11-16 09:29 (UTC)