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Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

Art was suspicious right off the bat when Raylan took a week off with the express note that his phone would be Out Of Order til the next Monday, but the Chief Marshal wasn't going to look gift horses in the mouth. Not when it suggested he'd have a few days of peace, until Raylan caved to turning his phone back on again. Still, he watched the younger Marshal walk out of the office and promised himself to check into the state of Harlan within 3 days to make sure that the place wasn't on fire. The smoke would reach him before he called, he was sure.

But Art didn't have much to worry about - Raylan had no plans on staying in the state for his vacation, beyond one day spent closing up Arlo's and securing it the best way he could before getting on a plane to New York City. He wanted to surprise Malcolm - it'd been near two months since they'd last seen each other and frankly, Raylan was tired of missing him. They'd called and texted, stayed in a fairly consistent, if odd houred, touch but it wasn't the same.

Once he landed, Raylan rented a car and navigated his way towards Malcolm's apartment, stopping to grab a bouquet of flowers. It was.. Extra, but Raylan didn't want to show up empty handed, just in case. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm's door buzzer was being hit, like Raylan was here to deliver something. Well, he was, but that was half the fun.

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"I think said tape includes her, so we got that covered too," he assured, only glancing at Jessica and her cool comment. He could guess why she was displeased and the reason wasn't a good one, so he wasn't going to pay her any attention for it.

Raylan glanced up at Louisa as she came in and answered with a glance at the glass and a 'Yes please," before picking up his spoon.

"Does that mean there's tape of you.. tap dancin' or something?" He asked Ainsley. He knew he'd asked Malcolm about it before, but he couldn't remember what, specifically, Ainsley had done as a kid. Over all, Raylan was more interested in learning things about Malcolm.

"Show jumping," Ainsley reminded him. "On horses. Oh god, can you imagine if I did tap dancing? I might have gotten beat up more than Malcolm did," she noted.

Malcolm rolled his eyes and poked at his soup. He would have liked to argue that point, but it was pretty valid.

"Anyway, you can barely see me in the tapes. You can't tape horse jumping from close up," she explained.

Raylan scoffed a laugh. "As opposed to show jumpin' on goats. Kentucky's kinda got horses down pat." And he did not need any education on them or filmin' them.

"An oddly good out though." It was almost congratulatory. "We'll have to do with the tiniest news anchor instead."

Malcolm smiled down at his soup as Raylan gently asserted himself, finally taking a bite.

"But if I make national, we'll have to make sure you have a big enough tv to appreciate it," she teased back.

He snorted. "Most TV I manage to watch is whatever happens to be on in the office that I only spend a few hours of a week in." He wasn't going to mention where he lived or why there was no room for a tv of any size, really.

"The Marshals keeps me too busy to catch much of anything."

"Well," Ainsley said with a big smile, "Malcolm has a big TV when you're in town."

Jessica cleared her throat. "I'm sure the Marshals keep you much too busy for a lot of things. Like vacations."

Malcolm gave her a warning look, but she ignored it, her eyes on Raylan.

"And yet, here I am," he said with a smile as he turned his hazel green eyes onto her. Oh lady, he was ready to dance if he had to. "Unfortunately, sometimes the job and what comes with it forces a marshal into a.. you can call it mandatory vacation."

He had to be careful here.

"Better I blow off my steam here than in Harlan, where I wouldn't be vacationing at all. Pretty sure Art's already called down three times to make sure I haven't set it on fire or somethin'."

"Blow off steam," Jessica echoed, looking over at him. "Instead of setting things on fire."

"Gil's forced me to take vacation, too," Malcolm reminded her. Not that he felt he should have to, considering how she was his accomplice. "That's how it goes."

"Hm. And once your mandatory vacation is over? How are you two workaholics going to find time to even talk?" she asked innocently with an innocent sip of wine.

'Oh," he said, face pinching with a bob like it was nothing. "We'll do that at home. We're gonna be getting an apartment in Lexington so he doesn't have to sleep above a bar. I know how distasteful regular livin' is to you, so I figured that's the best way to meet his needs and still get to see him more regularly than I do now. It'll do til we get to Miami."

Oh, were they talking about this to other people? He never knew where the line was.

Ainsley hid a snort behind her glass while Jessica looked at Malcolm. "Excuse me?"

His gaze moved slowly from a slightly surprised look at Raylan to a very practiced innocent look at his mother. "Which part is tripping you up?" he asked extra-innocently.

Jessica just gave him a withering look and turned her attention to Raylan. "Do you really think you've been around long enough to understand what you're getting into?" she asked bluntly. "Because I'm not sure you've even seen the tip of that iceberg at this point."

Malcolm gave her an indignant look. "I'm an iceberg now?"

"I know you're desperate to cling to whatever crumbs of affection you find," she told him, "but leaping into this without thinking is only going to get you hurt," she informed him matter-of-factly. She looked at Raylan again before he could protest that. "And I don't have any idea what your game is..."

"He doesn't have a game, mom," Ainsley said with an elaborate eyeroll. "Why can't you just..."

Jessica held up a finger in her direction to cut her off, her eyes not leaving Raylan's face.

"But I'm not convinced you looked at this situation and decided you wanted to be a part of it," she said, gesturing towards Malcolm. "No offense, dear," she added as an aside that Malcolm just blinked at. But his hand, next to his soup bowl, was starting to shake just a little. "Which means," she continued, "that you want something else."

Raylan took it with a laugh that was tucked behind a glanced down look and a closed lipped smile like she was telling a joke he'd heard before but was never tired of, before he returned his eyes to hers, crescent moon eyes waiting patiently for her to finish. If she thought she could cut him with words, she was deeply mistaken.

"Ma'am, I've been dating your son for roughly nine and a half months now. I do not care about your money or your servants, or your nice house," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand at the opulent surroundings. "Nor do I give much of any shit about how far back it is or how powerful you think you are. The Marshals service doesn't pay me nothin' and I have lived poorer than your privileged self can even imagine, so there is nothing here that I want except your son."

He leaned forward a little, moving the soup aside so that he could more freely rest a gesturing hand and forearm on her too nice table.

"I know this is hard for you to swallow, with all the plans you had for him, and I know that I am.. less than ideal a choice, I'll grant you that." If any protest came from Malcolm, he'd hold up a finger, gaze unmoving from Jessica. "Let me make it.. crystal clear. I'm datin' Malcolm because he is a delightfully empathic, kind and earnest man who is tryin' to drag himself above the shit line of his family - Completely Martin's fault and I'm happy to punch him out again if you want me too," he continued with a wave of his fingers.

Normally, he would have stopped there, but his back hairs were up and he didn't want this to linger any longer than it would with straight on attention.

"Now you can be happy for him, or you can sour it and your relationship with him because you refuse to let him out from under your thumb. That choice ain't got anything to do with me."

Right now, he was just the mediator.. or so he'd set it up to seem that way, if he could. Just the arbiter between her and the reality that faced her, no personal offence taken or meant.

He was untouchable.

"Oh, I see. You're going to be his white knight, so I have to be the bad guy. Well, I've had to play that role before to protect him, and..."

"I don't need protected, Mother," Malcolm interjected forcefully, clenching his hand into a fist. He looked at her with naked hurt. "Is it really completely inconceivable that someone could love me?"

Her expression softened, though she kept half a wary eye on Raylan. She reached out and covered Malcolm's clenched fist with her hand.

"Malcolm, it's not that I think they shouldn't. But you know what kind of complications living with you entails. It's not a question of your worth; it's a matter of what other people will put up with."

Malcolm pulled his hand out from under hers and looked at Raylan. "Can we go? I want to go."

"You've done plenty of that on your own without any help from me," he assured sharply. "And you've got no right to tell me what I am willin' to put up with."

He looked over at Malcolm. "Yeah, that might be a good idea," he answered with another pointed glance towards Jessica as he pushed to his feet. "I know you love him and you're doin' your motherly duty, but I don't have to be your enemy. I want the same thing you do. His wellbeing." With a jerk of his leg to move his chair back, Raylan strode over to collect his hat and slip it on his head.

"Ainsley? Congratulations again. I look forward to seein' you on breakin' news. Sorry about this."

Malcolm was a little pale and moved towards the door almost in a daze while Raylan made the apologies, trusting he'd turn up somewhere beside him.

Ainsley waved off the apology. "But I hope I'll see you next time you're in town. Maybe the three of us can have lunch," she said with a pointed look at her mother.

Malcolm practically burst into the street, doubling over for a moment before straightening up and tilting his head back, eyes squeezed shut, to take and release a deep breath.

This wasn't gonna happen again until Jessica made some adjustments to her attitude. He'd tried, he really had but her bullshit had gotten his hair up far too quickly.

He took Ainsley's offer with a bob of his head before walking out after Malcolm and taking a deep breath as the door closed behind him and he caught up with Malcolm a few feet ahead.

"I'm sorry, darlin'. I tried to be polite, but I didn't see any reason to beat around the bush anymore. I know we weren't tryin' to broadcast it." He ran a hand up and down Malcolm's back before moving it around his waist, just being there for the moment.

"Hm?" he said, taking one more breath before opening his eyes and looking at Raylan. "Oh. No. No, no. It's... that is not the problem; I'm glad it's out there. I... just." He pressed a palm to his own chest. "Anxiety attack. Sorry. I just... can't. Sometimes I just can't." He looked at Raylan. "My mother thinks literally nobody will ever really love me. What is that?"

Raylan stopped them on the sidewalk and pulled Malcolm into a tight hug.

"Wrong and shortsighted, that's what it is." He pressed a kiss into Malcolm's hair before his embrace loosened a little. "It's bullshit. I love you, with no other agenda. And I'll fight with her about it as long as I need to until she understands. I'm not leaving you."

Not unless Malcolm was done with him and even that wasn't a sure thing. Raylan tended to hold on.

Malcolm nodded up at him, wiping an errant tear from his face with the palm of his hand, leaning into Raylan's body like a plant leans towards the sun.

"Do you think she just said that to... I don't know. Provoke a response?" He was grasping. He saw her face. She meant it. He could see she did. "She was telling the truth; she thinks she's protecting me," he admitted immediately.

"She does but she's let her fears grow into the worst possible scenario without payin' attention to what is actually happenin' around her." Raylan had to meet Malcolm's eyes as he continued.

"She wanted to drive me away. Challenge me, like I don't know what I'm stepping into. And honestly, I might not know the full depth but it doesn't matter. You could tell me you see two headed aliens on the walls and I'd still be here."

All true. Every word. God, Raylan was so blunt and steadfast. At the two-headed aliens remark, his earnest expression broke into a wavering, relieved smile.

"Do you have to leave tonight?" he asked softly. "Or can you stay until morning?"

"I can stay," he was happy to say. "Until about ten am tomorrow. No strings attached... Let's go home, hmm? I can't save you from all her dinners but I think I'm about done for the day."

It wasn't hard to step off the curb and summon a cab, letting Malcolm in before he slid in himself and slid a hand over Malcolm's thigh with a worried look over at him. he wasn't going anywhere.

Malcolm's tension began to ease visibly as the taxi pulled away from the curb. To go home. With Raylan. To his arms. To kiss him breathless.

After a moment, he slid his hand over Raylan's on his leg and let his head fall back against the seat.

"Why is my family so exhausting?" he sighed.

Raylan was going to need a drink or three once they'd gotten home, but he kept that to himself, jaw still tight from the conversation he'd just left.

"I think she's had a lotta practice.... You told them you love me... Did you mean to do that?"

Malcolm rolled his head to the side to look at Raylan.

"I didn't mean it to be.... some sort of revelation for them or anything. It kind of slipped out. But only because... that's just the way it is," he said softly, watching Raylan's face. "It's a fact. It's... part of my infrastructure."

One eyebrow lifted a little as the rest of his face curled unevenly, however softly. He was infrastructure? Huh. He wasn't entirely sure how to process that and gave a softly blissful little smile before glancing at his lap and up out the front window, landing back over on Malcolm's features despite himself.

"You know what your mother said was bullshit, right? I'd say I'm sorry for losin' my temper but I'm not. Talkin' down to your kids is a real bad look, especially when she's tryin' to dismiss me."

Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

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end it after a cap off?

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