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Apr. 16th, 2006
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Apr. 16th, 2006 02:38 amThe Twin Peaks Sheriff's Station has a waiting area. Pete Martell has entrenched himself there with tables, six chess sets, and stacks upon stacks of books. There are posters on the walls where he's scribbled notes to himself. Pete is wild-eyed and his hair is standing on end when Cooper comes in from the Bookhouse and asks him how it's going. Pete tells him that he can rig an established game to stalemate, but the best he can do is stalemate while losing six pieces.
Which means that six people will die.
Cooper tells him, "Windom Earle's genius carries with it the vice of impatience. He doesn't want to kill eight pawns. He wants royalty. Protect those, particularly the queen, and we can frustrate him."
Before Pete can respond, Andy and Lucy interrupt -- Pete's teaching them, and Andy is a little fuzzy on the rules.
And then the Log Lady and Major Briggs come in, and request to talk to Cooper. Alone.
***
When Major Briggs disappeared, he returned with a pattern on the back of his neck -- three inverted triangles, points inward. The Log Lady noticed it that day at the Double R.
The Log Lady, it turns out, has a different pattern on the back of her leg -- what looks like line drawings of two mountains, mirrored. The pattern appeared when she was seven, after she got lost in the woods, and returned to find out she'd been missing for an entire day. All she could recollect was a flash of light -- like the one Major Briggs saw just before he disappeared.
And, of course, the sound of an owl.
Cooper draws the symbols on the chalkboard in the conference room, and the three of them stare at the patterns.
Nothing conclusive comes out of the meeting.
***
Dale Cooper's First Rule: Every day, give yourself a present.
And today of all days, the First Rule does not need to be broken.
He takes a stool at the counter of the Double R and cracks open a book on Tibet, waiting for Norma Jennings or Shelly Johnson to come take his order.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, I'd like a -- " Cooper looks up.
And is transfixed.
"...cup of deep black joe, please."
She's neither Norma nor Shelly, and she's got long blonde hair and eyes from the good dreams, and Cooper can't take his eyes off of her.
Which is fine by him.
There's a moment where they stare at each other that lasts an eternity and no time at all. What was it that he told Eddie Dean about what Einstein said about relativity -- that when you're out with a pretty girl, an hour feels like a minute?
"Coming right up." She sets a cup in front of him.
Cooper's beaming like an idiot, and he knows it, and he doesn't care. "You must be Norma's sister."
"I'm Annie." A little shy. "How'd you know?"
He sticks out his hand. "Dale Cooper. Local law enforcement."
"Must keep you busy."
Cooper can tell that she's trying hard with small talk. "Sure does." When she doesn't pick up immediately, he says, quickly, "Are you staying in town for a while?"
"I...might be here for quite a while."
"It's happened to me," says Cooper, cheerfully, and maybe it's too cheerfully, but -- who cares?
"Looks like it's grown on you," says Annie, and she gives him a smile.
"Things have a way of doing that here," he says. She's warming to him, and -- wow.
She goes to get the coffee, and returns, saying, warning, "I made it a little strong."
"Okay," says Cooper, and looks at her hands as she pours.
There are scars -- long ones -- crossing her wrist.
His expression never changes.
Annie moves to put away the pot of coffee; Cooper halts her with a hand as he brings the cup to his lips, and drinks.
This might very well be love at first sight.
"You made it just right, Annie."
It's not until she turns away from him that her smile lights up her face; he sees this and his heart jumps. Can't not.
The First Rule: every day, give yourself a present.
Annie's coffee is damn fine -- strong, and hot, and the best thing in the world after a day like today.
Which naturally means that Hawk leans over his shoulder at that moment and says, flat, "We've got a problem at the Bookhouse."
Which means that six people will die.
Cooper tells him, "Windom Earle's genius carries with it the vice of impatience. He doesn't want to kill eight pawns. He wants royalty. Protect those, particularly the queen, and we can frustrate him."
Before Pete can respond, Andy and Lucy interrupt -- Pete's teaching them, and Andy is a little fuzzy on the rules.
And then the Log Lady and Major Briggs come in, and request to talk to Cooper. Alone.
***
When Major Briggs disappeared, he returned with a pattern on the back of his neck -- three inverted triangles, points inward. The Log Lady noticed it that day at the Double R.
The Log Lady, it turns out, has a different pattern on the back of her leg -- what looks like line drawings of two mountains, mirrored. The pattern appeared when she was seven, after she got lost in the woods, and returned to find out she'd been missing for an entire day. All she could recollect was a flash of light -- like the one Major Briggs saw just before he disappeared.
And, of course, the sound of an owl.
Cooper draws the symbols on the chalkboard in the conference room, and the three of them stare at the patterns.
Nothing conclusive comes out of the meeting.
***
Dale Cooper's First Rule: Every day, give yourself a present.
And today of all days, the First Rule does not need to be broken.
He takes a stool at the counter of the Double R and cracks open a book on Tibet, waiting for Norma Jennings or Shelly Johnson to come take his order.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, I'd like a -- " Cooper looks up.
And is transfixed.
"...cup of deep black joe, please."
She's neither Norma nor Shelly, and she's got long blonde hair and eyes from the good dreams, and Cooper can't take his eyes off of her.
Which is fine by him.
There's a moment where they stare at each other that lasts an eternity and no time at all. What was it that he told Eddie Dean about what Einstein said about relativity -- that when you're out with a pretty girl, an hour feels like a minute?
"Coming right up." She sets a cup in front of him.
Cooper's beaming like an idiot, and he knows it, and he doesn't care. "You must be Norma's sister."
"I'm Annie." A little shy. "How'd you know?"
He sticks out his hand. "Dale Cooper. Local law enforcement."
"Must keep you busy."
Cooper can tell that she's trying hard with small talk. "Sure does." When she doesn't pick up immediately, he says, quickly, "Are you staying in town for a while?"
"I...might be here for quite a while."
"It's happened to me," says Cooper, cheerfully, and maybe it's too cheerfully, but -- who cares?
"Looks like it's grown on you," says Annie, and she gives him a smile.
"Things have a way of doing that here," he says. She's warming to him, and -- wow.
She goes to get the coffee, and returns, saying, warning, "I made it a little strong."
"Okay," says Cooper, and looks at her hands as she pours.
There are scars -- long ones -- crossing her wrist.
His expression never changes.
Annie moves to put away the pot of coffee; Cooper halts her with a hand as he brings the cup to his lips, and drinks.
This might very well be love at first sight.
"You made it just right, Annie."
It's not until she turns away from him that her smile lights up her face; he sees this and his heart jumps. Can't not.
The First Rule: every day, give yourself a present.
Annie's coffee is damn fine -- strong, and hot, and the best thing in the world after a day like today.
Which naturally means that Hawk leans over his shoulder at that moment and says, flat, "We've got a problem at the Bookhouse."
