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SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ELENA FISHER last years model ... xxxxxxxx Oh yeah the boat. Im sorry about that. I hope with this treasure we eventually find will be enough to buy you an even bigger boat. Elena smirked at Nate's response, unable to help but soak up the adorable pout his lips had formed. I'm not really concerned with the whole boat explosion thing, the reporter replied with a small wink. My producers, on the other hand.. her light-hearted tone trailed off, slightly hinting at the actual seriousness of her words. Boats were never really Elena's thing - cars, on the other hand, was something she had dived more into. But that didn't change the fact that her producers were the ones responsible for paying for the boat rental, considering it was the only way they'd get the chance to shoot the television show. No funding, no show - there wasn't much of a choice on their end. The little kiss Nate had placed on the corner of her lips instantly had her mind very far off from thinking about the boat complications, however, and a soft pulse of heat flushed within her cheeks as the blond raised her hand to idly touch where he'd placed the kiss. If the tingles along the corner of her lips wasn't enough, the butterflies that kept looping within her stomach was enough to make her head almost spin. She hadn't felt like this in years - since she was a child, to be honest, with her first crush. Naturally, it didn't go anywhere, because of their age, and the innocence of it all. But the same weightless feeling pulsed around her whenever her and Nathan's eyes connected, and it was starting to slightly make her head spin of course, not in a bad way.. just a way that Elena wasn't accustomed to. Sitting still, or as still as she possibly could, Elena couldn't keep the grin off her face as Nate fussed and treated the cut along her bicep. The twenty seven year old had never been tended to like this in her life, not even as a child. Cuts and scraps were usually ignored, rinsed off whenever she bathed next, and healed on their own. So, to be cared for like this from someone she was getting to know.. it was too great of a feeling to be able to mask. The added touch of a kiss over the clean bandage was the icing on the cake for the young woman only adding to the small blush that'd been starting from the gentle kiss he'd given her. Luckily, after he was satisfied that her arm was well-cleaned and secured, it didn't take long for Nathan's attention to alter to the diary he'd found something that Elena was more than glad to focus on in order to drain the blush from her face. The reporter watched as Nate fingered through the pages, reading the details and muttering to himself about the lore behind Francis. His passion for this was more than awe-inspiring, and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. She scooted a little closer, in order to see the pages in which he was pointing and referring to as he went over them, content with listening and learning. It wasn't until Nate came to his sudden conclusion about where their next location was that she let out a small surprised breath, eyebrows rising to emphasize how impressed she was. I.. really regret not having the camera rolling for that, she mused afterwards, glancing up from the diary to Nate. That was incredible. At the mention of checking in, Elena nodded in agreeance, shifting to collect the camera as Nate retrieved their bags. Offering him a smile as thanks, she followed him out, stepping onto the pier's dock a bit eagerly. It was good to feel something solid under her feet again that wasn't nestled in the water's waves. Stretching her arms out above her head after retrieving her phone from her things, Elena took a moment to get the feeling back in her limbs before taking a few steps from the duo, letting them discuss anything they had to about their next travel arrangements, while she made her phone call. The beginning of it was good - her producers enjoyed hearing from her, nine times out of ten, considering it was nothing but good news up to this point. Key words being up to this point . .. it kind of, well.. exploded? the blond tried to explain in the softest of tones possible, lifting her free hand to scratch at the back of her neck. The response she got from the other end of the line had her slightly visibly cringing, but Elena was quick to try and turn the situation around. I don't want to hear about our budget numbers - do you even realize what kind of history we could be uncovering here? Well, these kinds of things are covered under insurance, right? The hope within her voice was more than noticeable, and it was instantly visible when that hope was crushed the a million pieces. .. we, we don't have insurance.. ? That could be a problem.. Biting the inside of her lip through the rest of the conversation, Elena made nothing but agreeing grunts and sounds into the receiver, sensing the intensity of the situation she was now in. Muttering her goodbyes and apologies for the last time, Elena hung up the contraption, instantly releasing an over-accumulated sigh. Nothing but her camera now, Elena took a deep breath and walked over to a storage barrel on the dock, perching herself on top of it. Crossing her legs, the blond started to go through the footage she'd already been able to capture, her teeth working her lower lip nervously. It was more than obvious that her producers were close to cutting her off completely - without their okay, this whole expedition would become bankrupt. But they weren't happy with their results, and the idea of having to possibly pitch in more than what their budget had called for. It was obvious they just wanted this for the story, the big pay off that was going to be in their pockets after all the editing was finished. Elena just wasn't sure if she'd be able to go along with their ploys for long, if that was their agenda. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO