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Kathy's Bunk in the Warehouse, Sunday
It was like a miracle. Kathy didn't use that word much--or at all, really--having given up on the idea of miracles years ago. But here she was, awake with a full belly (courtesy of Parker), the weak sunlight shining down on her face. Even for December sunshine, it was thin and cold, but it was more sun than Kathy could remember shining down on this version of Fandom in a long, long time.
And, best of all, she was enjoying it on the roof. The wish she'd made of Nanika last night, the gift of healed legs and a relief from pain, had been granted. She looked down at legs that were strong and free of mottling and scars; pale skin smooth over strong, whole bones. She'd started the morning with a flurry of activity, cartwheels, running, bouncing, and yoga, all activities she hadn't been able to perform since she'd been hurt. Her form was poor, her endurance shot, her new legs had been trembling with exertion by the time she'd finally let herself stop moving. It didn't matter. Form could be improved, endurance could be regained, and even trembling, her legs had not fallen or failed her.
For the first time since she could remember, Kathy was happy.
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And, best of all, she was enjoying it on the roof. The wish she'd made of Nanika last night, the gift of healed legs and a relief from pain, had been granted. She looked down at legs that were strong and free of mottling and scars; pale skin smooth over strong, whole bones. She'd started the morning with a flurry of activity, cartwheels, running, bouncing, and yoga, all activities she hadn't been able to perform since she'd been hurt. Her form was poor, her endurance shot, her new legs had been trembling with exertion by the time she'd finally let herself stop moving. It didn't matter. Form could be improved, endurance could be regained, and even trembling, her legs had not fallen or failed her.
For the first time since she could remember, Kathy was happy.
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And, y'know. Maybe that was not something they should do, but... maybe it was time to talk to Kathy again. A little more, at least, now that the world had proven it could still occasionally be surprising.
He came in across the rooftops-- and had to pause on the roof of a fairly intact warehouse nearby when he spotted her. Kathy? On the roof?
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"And although it's dark December, forever, I remember sun..." she sang, leaning backwards and doing kicks in the air, legs flashing pale in the thinner fog.
Right, the song from the animated movie about the thumb-sized girl. She remembered that one, too.
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Maybe he should come back later.
... But he wasn't sure he wanted to.
He took one last effortless leap across the gap and landed not far from her, maybe five feet away. "Hey, Kat."
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The wind stirred up by her movements was cold on her bare legs, but she didn't bother tugging down the hem of her shirts. The longest hit mid-thigh, that was decent enough.
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He pushed his hands into his pockets. "But don't stop on my account."
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"So it is," she agreed, eyes dark and unreadable. "I guess this group managed to accomplish something after all."
She was doing a decent job of keeping her expression impassive, but she couldn't keep her legs still. She shifted from one leg to the other, effortlessly balancing her weight on one while the other bent and flexed and kicked.
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Dante's eyes narrowed behind the mask.
"What're you doing?"
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He did not expect this to last.
He was on one of his regular patrols for supplies when he heard a singing voice that he also hadn't experienced in as long as he could remember.
"Kathy," he murmured, and headed toward the sound almost without thinking.
But when he got there, she wasn't alone.
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It was becoming increasingly hard - heh - for Dante to think.
The sound of someone else coming up, though, put an end to that. He angled his head away from Kathy instinctively, looking in the general direction of - "...Anders."
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This was going to be embarrassing in a few seconds.
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His emotions were complicated, but 'bemused' was a good cover to use while he sorted through them. (He hadn't realized how hungry he was to see the two of tem like this again until he saw it.)
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He really needed to get back out of the habit of snarking when he was startled.
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And before Anders could ask what, Kathy did a back handspring out of Dante's arms and onto the edge of the warehouse roof, legs whole and strong in the weak morning light.
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"That's amazing, and I'm coming up," he announced, heading for the fire escape. "This doesn't seem like a conversation we should shout."
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He reached up and ran a hand through his hair. (It still felt funny without the familiar metal pressing against his skin.) Then he pulled away from the wall and stalked towards Kathy. "Come on up."
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Reckless, yes, but not so stupid as to offer up her whole stash for sharing.
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And some excellent kissing, but he didn't say that quite yet.
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He threw a slightly wary glance towards Anders, but the usual urge to pick a fight with Justice (for fucking up his friend. Not that he was inclined to look too deeply into it) was absent for once. "I guess things are looking up."
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Granted, that didn't quite explain the kissing he'd walked in on, but possibly why she was up on the roof singing in three layers of shirts and no pants.
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