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[ Action, Video, and Voice! ] Good Golly, Miss Molly .001

[Molly woke up on her side, in pain, and cold.

That's strange. I wasn't asleep a moment ago. Was I?

Also, her brain felt fuzzy. That wouldn't do. Deep breaths, Molly, and she remained still and safe for a moment - movement was a tell, and until she had her focus back she wasn't going to do anything until she was sure she could hide. Then slowly, Molly sat up.]

Woah.

[She was on top of a tree house. In what looked like a tree village, no less. And where the heck were her clothes?]

Let me guess. I'm not in Kansas anymore.

[Molly twisted around to try to see the source of pain on her back, only for bright pink to meet her eye - a single pink wing! With a blue one to match. Oh. Hahahahahaha, this must be a dream. She gave a light tug on one of her wings and the dull pain turned into a shooting one which made her grit her teeth against the sudden flare behind her eyes. OK, girl. The wings stay on. And if this was an illusion, it was a hell of one to sustain that much pain. She glanced around, found, and opened the journal.

Huh.]

...a magic book with my name on it. That's not at all suspicious. Well, I guess I'm already through the looking glass...

Hello, in the book! I'm looking for a white rabbit, he was supposed to give me the time. Or maybe the place? Either way, I'm late for an important date.

[No time to say hello, goodbye... either way, she couldn't sit around waiting for the magic book to talk back. Magic didn't work that way. And it was still here, she could feel it humming but... faint. And very much like it was through a looking glass. Strange.

Either way, she wasn't one to just sit around in a tower - or a treehouse - and wait to be rescued. She held the book carefully opened by inserting one finger in it and closing the book around it in case of a response, not knowing that flashes of video could escape through it as well, and began to make her way down as best as she could in a dress entirely too short for her long legs and thin enough to hint at just how low the thorn tattoo starting high at her neckline curved down. Time to wander the forest in hope of... something. Some kind of clue or direction.]

[Part the Second: Or if you'd rather not rescue/inform a New Feather]

[Clothed in jeans a light jacket, and boots, one tall young lady is poking about all the shops in the square. Maybe you'll run into her there?]

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[She grinned at him cheekily, leaving the obvious joke in the air between them, and hurried to follow after him.

...once she comes alongside him, her smile softens.]

...thanks, Harry. [I'm glad you're here too.] Is anyone else from home here too?

"Just you and me, Grasshopper. No idea if or when that'll change, the population here varies wildly in consistency. From what I understand, some people have been here for years, others only stay for a week or two."

The feet were beginning to ache already. Hey, I'd learned to cope with pain. Long since.

[Which meant that at any moment, either of them could disappear. She gives Harry a measuring, slightly scared glance. What would she do if he suddenly wasn't there anymore?

You're going to find out soon enough, Molly.

She swallowed hard and glanced down.]

So... what's the last thing you remember from back home? If people come from different times, I mean.

[...her voice sounded a little too small there.]

I frowned, considering. I didn't remember, precisely. I remembered fire, my apartment being destroyed. I remembered trying to climb a ladder. I remembered...

I didn't remember anything else.

"The last thing I remember, they blew up the apartment. I don't even-"

I stopped.

"... Did I get the Willoughbys out? I don't remember."

[Oh.

Oh.

And here is where she could pretend, where she could lie, where she could tell him that she didn't know what he was talking about and make everything smooth and it tempts her to do so, so much.

If he knew what I did... what we did... oh, Harry.]

[Molly looks down, blinking rapidly.

So easy. Too easy.

Wrong.]

...Sanya showed up. He got the Willoughbys out, Harry. Everyone was okay.

[Except for you. Except for what you were going to do. Except for what you asked me to do. Except for what I did to you.]

The last thing I remember, we were all geared up to go down to Mexico. That's where she is, Harry. She's in Chichen Itza.

Well, hell. She wasn't too far past me, I guess. On the one hand, it was comforting, on the other hand, it was frustrating, not knowing how it would turn out with my daughter.

My feet hurt. And something in Molly's tone, in the pause before she spoke, bugged me, but I couldn't put a finger on why.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Hell, once we knew where she was all we have to do is charge in carrying a big ball of whup-ass and save the day, right? Evil thwarted, good prevails, save the kid, everybody goes home and we all live happily ever after."

I turned and shot her a grin.

[No, Harry. That's not what's going to happen.

She wanted to cry and throw herself on him and hold him, she wanted the whole horrible story to spill itself out, No, you broke your legs, you made a deal with Mab, you're going to kill yourself afterwards and I helped you do it and for him to somehow make it all right, to take this cup from her.

But he'd trusted her with this burden. He'd asked her to make him forget - and what was the point in telling him what he'd done with Mab?

"You're one hell of a woman, Molly."

God. Even though it would break her to be with him like this, him not knowing, she'd do it. It might not be the best choice, but it was hers. He didn't need to know. He'd been hurt so much - she could protect him here, at least from this.]

Just like in The Fellowship of the Ring. [Her eyes might be a bit too bright, but Molly nodded and smiled with enough tremulous confidence that it would hopefully be believable. And if not, she has a handy distraction ready.]

But Harry, I don't understand. If you've been here for nine days, then how come I don't remember you disappearing?

"Because they drop us right back where they pick us up, with no memory of what happened. So, for example, they grabbed me during the fire at my house, before Sanya showed up, right?"

My feet were killing me. Luckily, we were almost there.

"So after they drop me off back there, that goes the way it was supposed to, Sanya saves my neighbors and all that, we find out about Chichen Itza, we get ready to go kick some ass, then they pick you up. And drop you off right where they left you. Like we were never gone.

Make sense?"

[They took him during the fire, oh God.]

...so you're telling me we're in a space/time loop.

[Sorry, that is both ridiculous and insanely cool, and Molly needs a moment to process.]

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"... Not a loop. It only recurs once. More like a... an overlap?"

Oh right. A space/time overlap. With Luke Skywalker.

[Where you're walking and sane and not evil and things are okay and I don't need to tell you because you haven't even asked me to do it yet.]

"Yep. He told me Obi-Wan was here, too, but it was the one from the new movies."

I might have sounded a touch disappointed about that.

"Ah, here we are."

I gestured at some of the outlying buildings, now visible up ahead. Thank god, too. The sooner we got the kid some shoes, the sooner I could have mine back.

"Home sweet home."

[Molly glanced around the village square curiously.]

Okay, it's very... village-y. Which way to the clothes?

"Villages tend to have that quality."

I chuckled.

"Clothing is in that one there," I began, pointing out the shop in question, "And our other stuff will be down that way." I pointed back in the direction we came.

"Go ahead and grab whatever. If something's not there at first, wait a bit, like I said. And don't worry. Apparently they don't do money here. I'm gonna be next door if you need me."

[Clothes, and everything that came with them, first. Molly lifted up one foot to remove first one of Harry's shoes, and then the other. Storefront and pavement she could handle a lot better than forest floor.]

Thanks for the loan. [Somewhat sheepishly.]

"Ah, it's no big. Would hate to injure those delicate little lady-feet of yours. Forests require macho feet."

I laughed and pulled the shoes back on. Quickly, because apparently something- wait, no, apparently multiple somethings- back in the forest had drawn blood, and I did not want Molly to see that. Then I ruffled her hair- with the other hand, so as not to offend any delicate sensibilities regarding feet- and went toward the weapon shop.

[Harry Dresden, you're just lucky that she doesn't know there's a clinic yet. Infection! There would be so much witch hazel poured on your feet, you don't even know.

Fortunately for you, Molly didn't see that, and she disappears relatively happily into the clothing shop for some time. When she emerges, she's happily wearing all the proper undergarments, jeans, boots, a sturdy jacket, and had somehow managed to find a T-shirt sporting a graphic with a pirate.

She pops her head into the Smithy.]

Hello? Harry?

I found several varieties of walking stick, quarterstaff, and every other kind of stick the size of a person, and not a single one of them was my staff.

It was a silly thing to hope for- my staff had been destroyed when my car was- but dammit, if they could take stuff from any time, they could take my staff before it was destroyed, dammit.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was pondering how I could slip away, sanitize and bandage my feet, change my socks, and get back before Molly would notice, and I wasn't really seeing any opportunity. She surely wouldn't take that long to get dressed, and okay, never mind, there she was.

"Hey. Ready to go?"

Sure thing, boss. [She chirped, glancing around the place with her hands in her jean pockets. Wow, this was a real smithy. Her mom would have loved to work in a place like this.]

Um. Where are we going?

"Item shop."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I mean, unless there isn't anything particular of yours that you'd like to find. If not, I guess we can just go find where they assigned you to stay and call it a day..."

I grinned. Sometimes I wonder how she doesn't punch me when I grin like that. It's kind of a 'smug son of a bitch' grin.

[Sometimes, she wants to punch him. Other times, she's just glad he's smiling - it means he's all right, that things are coming together, that there's a plan. And sometimes, like now, there's a mix of the two.]

No, of course I want to check it out! [...] What do you mean 'assigned to stay?'

"Huh? Oh. New people can go to the welcome center and get an empty apartment assigned to them. It's not mandatory or anything, far as I know."

I'd actually checked into that shortly thereafter. I wanted to be able to move without a huge hassle if I found out I was screwing with the electricity or something.

Oh. [That made sense, they must keep a registry of opened apartments.

...]

Where are you staying?

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