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MHA #16 - Friday Evening After Sunset

Cutter was still feeling a little restless from the other day and even though that stone had helped, he still couldn’t help but wonder about what it meant that he had been dreaming of Captain Ryan and then the last couple of days he had started dreaming of Stephen as well but it was Stephen before everything had happened with Helen, the Stephen he had happy memories of and that just made his restless energy grow.

After nervously pacing his flat for a bit to try and get rid of some of the restlessness that he was feeling, he decided to try and do something productive and after a while he thought maybe he should try and do some laundry, the pile had been growing steadily bigger since Rex had found Connor’s hoodie the other week. Maybe he should at least start organising the piles of laundry that he had.

As he bent down to start sorting through those piles of clothes, he thought he really did need to get more social … it was a Friday night and he was there doing laundry.

{up early for timezones)

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Ryan had done a lot and seen quite a lot. One didn't have a career in Special Ops and also a stint with the Anomaly Research Center without seeing some crazy stuff. He had gotten used to going with the flow and just accepting things he didn't always fully understand.

This was definitely one of those times he was not going to try and break his brain to make things make sense. All that mattered was he was here, and so was Cutter, and he had jumped at the chance to see his old teammate and leader again. They... definitely had some things they needed to talk about.

With a slight hesitation and a glance down the hallway he had found himself in once he got to where he was going he reached out and gave a knock on Cutter's door.

Edited 2023-07-07 05:24 (UTC)

Cutter blinked as he glanced over at the door, it was quite late and he wasn't sure who would stop by at this hour ... maybe Connor needed help with something?

So he went over to the door and opened it and then he had to grip tightly onto the door ... "Ca...Captain Ryan?" he managed to stammer as he stared at his former Head of Security...."How?"

"Hey Professor" Ryan said with a faint grin because yeah, that reaction was to be expected. "It's me" he confirmed. "And as far as the 'how' goes... don't try to tangle your brain figuring it. I was given the chance to come see how you been... and decided to take it."

And for several moments Cutter just stared blinking at Ryan, not quite processing what he was seeing and then suddenly he threw his arms around him in a hug, "it's really you, isn't it?" he said softly, the guilt he felt at Ryan's death seeping through.

Ryan blinked in surprise at the sudden hug but smiled and returned it with a warm smile. "Aye it's me. I'm here.. at least until I have to leave again. But...' he said as he gave Cutter another gentle squeeze and slowly pulled back from the hug to look at him, "let's not waste time on that. How have you been? It's been what couple years now, right?"

Cutter hesitated, not really wanting to get in everything with the last couple of years but well, Ryan deserved an answer ... "aye, it's been a couple of years," he nodded, "it's been ... er ... kind of a rough couple of years actually," he admitted, "um ... why don't you come inside?" he stepped inside, "I'll make us tea or coffee or ... would you prefer something stronger? I've got beer in the fridge?"

"I could really go for a nice cold beer," Ryan said as he followed Cutter into the flat. As he did he took a look around and Ryan couldn't help but give a small grin at the state of the apartment. It was pretty much the same as Cutter's office at the Home Office had been. The perfect example of organized chaos. "Never thought I would find you anywhere else other than back in London to be honest" Ryan said.

Cutter went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers for him and Ryan, he handed one over to him, "it was a bit of a last minute decision to come here actually," he admitted, "I ended up needing a change of scenery ... too many things were going on there and I ended up taking a teaching job here,"

Ryan took the beer with a thankful nod and then took a swig. "Can't say I am too surprised. Teaching always seemed to be in your blood just like the military was always in mine."

Cutter took a sip of his own beer, "never thought I'd end up teaching at a high school," he admitted, "it's a bit of a change from the university,"

The main difference being that he actually turned up to teach classes here.

"You always had that leadership bug in ya. Whether Uni, the team back home, or your teaching job here... You were always a natural leader Nick." Yes even the times when things went sideways but Ryan wasn't going to bring his death up like that. It was something he was sure would come up... He knew Cutter and had always figured he had taken his death a bit hard.

Cutter bit his lip, "I'm ...I'm a terrible leader," he said softly as he stared down at his gloved hands, "I ... I ... I keep messing things up ... I ... I ...I got you killed to start with, I stupidly went after Helen ... caused a whole lot of trouble for the team ...and now ... I don't ...I don't think I can be team leader again, not after ... not after what happened,"

Ryan looked at Cutter and studied him for a moment. "Ya know they say the first rule of leadership is that everything is your fault" Ryan said and then shook his head. "I hate that saying, because it is not true. Every leader makes mistakes and has screwups. The first rule of leadership should be to remember that you are only human."

Ryan studied Cutter. "You are going to make mistakes, Nick. Lord knows I have made my share as well. But what is important is what you do afterwards and how you choose to respond and move forward."

"I seem to keep making mistakes," Cutter trembled, "and I keep hurting the people that I love, I pushed Connor away when he needed me the most ... I wasn't supportive at all either as a leader or as a boyfriend and now ..." his voice trailed off, "I keep hearing Helen's words in my mind ... that I'll just mess everything up," he couldn't meet Ryan's gaze, "I don't deserve to be a leader,"

There was a good bit there that Ryan wasn't sure about. He did raise an eyebrow a little at the Connor and boyfriend bit but he also gave a fond smile.From where they were sitting on the couch, Ryan put a hand on Cutter's shoulder.

"Nick.. I don't know what all happened after I... I died. But I know you. You are a good leader. You saved the team countless times. When Lester had no clue and when I couldn't even make a dent in an incursion, you were always there. You lead us like no one could."

Ryan paused a moment as he watched Cutter closely for a moment.

"All leaders mess up at times Nick, but I know for a fact, all of us would have died within the first week or two of dealing with the anomalies if it wasn't for you."

And Cutter winced a bit at that since … well … technically Ryan had already been dead, but he didn’t really need to bring all that up, “Stephen nearly died in the underground because I sent Connor home … he would have been able to get Stephen the help he needed a lot sooner if I hadn’t sent him home,” he took a sip of beer, "I guess I have a really poor history of decision making," he paused, "actually I know I do, if I'd been really smart I never would have married Helen,"

"Well, hindsight is always clearer. None of us have perfect decision making skills." Ryan took a drink of the beer himself and thought for a moment. "I wasn't flawless during my time with the Home Office and the team. But you know what I think, Professor? You should look at the times you did make the right call. The times your decision saved members of the team. The times you got it right. Those were far more numerous than the slipups and mistakes."

Cutter trembled, “it just feels hard to do that,“ he said softly, “I … I screwed up majorly a few months ago, it’s why I’m not team leader at the moment, I … myself and Connor were kidnapped by Helen and Stephen and … an ex boss who started after … “ his voice trailed off as he was about to say ‘you died’ but realised he still couldn’t do that, “well … you know … and they held us captive for a week and tortured us, we were lucky to get out of there alive … I convinced Connor to come with me the day we were captured, without backup, what kind of leader does that?”

"Sounds to me like that is something where the blame falls squarely with Helen again," Ryan said simply as he took another swig of his beer and watched Cutter for a moment. "Just like my death" he said softly.

He had noticed how Cutter couldn't really say those words and still tiptoed around the fact that he had died. Ryan gave a small reassuring smile.

"I know you blame yourself Nick" he said, using Cutter's first time to make sure he was listening. "But it's not your fault I died. That is squarely on Helen's shoulders. Everything she did, her lies, her manipulations, her plan... one of us saw it coming. You can't blame yourself for what Helen did. To me and to everyone else."

Cutter's shoulders slumped and he trembled at that, he reluctantly met Ryan's gaze at the use of his first name, "I brought Helen into everyone's lives," he let out a sob, "how could I not be responsible for her actions, if I'd ... if I'd just left her in the anomalies ... she clearly preferred that to being with me, I ... I don't know why I never realised it ...if I'd never found her ...you would still be alive,"

"If memory serves me right" Ryan said gently. "It wasn't you who originally dragged her back through that anomaly. That was Lester and the Minister's doing. You gave Helen the choice and was willing to let her stay if she wanted. You didn't drag her back through the anomaly. Lester forced to you to contend with your wife being back." Ryan gave a small sigh, he could only image how hard this was for Cutter. "I don't blame Lester for what happened. I don't blame you either. And either should you."

Cutter trembled as the tears started to fall, he couldn’t help it and he stared down at his beer, “I …I still feel responsible, for you, for - for Claudia …Step-Stephen …none of this would have happened if I’d been a better leader,” he cried.

"And if you weren't the leader you were, we all would have been dead. As would who knows how many hundreds or thousands of other people" Ryan said simply.

"I know it's hard, Nick.... but don't let the what ifs rob you of what you have here and now. Whether it's as leader of the team or just a field team member or support member, I don't think your work with the anomalies and Lester and whatever team you have right now is over" Bryan said with a small smile.

"Just promise me, you will think about it before you make any sort of final decision ok? As a friend."

Cutter sat there trembling as he cried softly ... the guilt and the self loathing he felt over everything that had happened finally overwhelmed him and he couldn't stop those tears.

As he sobbed, he did feel somewhat comforted by the knowledge that Ryan didn't blame him for his death and that helped ease some of the uneasiness that he felt but everything else ...

Finally he nodded, "I'll think about it," he promised softly, "I ... I'll need to talk to Connor as well before I make my decision, I'll definitely give it a great deal of thought,"

Ryan nodded and put an arm around Cutter in a firm side hug for a minute. "And that's all anyone can ask of you. You'll make the choice that is right for you, and for Connor. I have no doubt about that."

And then Ryan let go and sat back against the couch a bit. "So, this is a really nice place ya got for yourself here" he said with a small grin. Yes he was terrible at trying to change the subject to something a little less depressing. Tactfulness was never his strong suit. Was that going to stop him? No, no it was not.

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