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In and Around the Woods, Sunday Afternoon

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

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"..."

That was a very telling silence, Hardison.

"...Yes?"

And that wasn't particularly believable.

"I'm going to ask you that again later," Raven said, shifting her other hand into a spike and raising several more all up and down her arms. "And you'd better sound way more sure of yourself."

She went after the animate painting in a blur of blue fury.

No one messed with her Hardison.

He was gonna oversell it. Because that's what he did.

The painting tried several times to fight back, but it was an oil painting brought to creepy life due to Fandom magic. That was no match for a moderately peeved Raven, never mind one that was determined to protect someone.

The remains of the ghostly painting floated to the ground in shreds and Hardison stood there, looking surprised and faintly approving. Look, you didn't get involved with Eliot without learning to appreciate the ability to kick some ass.

"Right," Raven said, taking a few breaths before shifting her arms back to normal and turning to look back at Hardison. "Let's get out of here already."

Hardison glanced back towards the glade where they'd been staying. He couldn't see either of his partners. Or Steve.

"But the others..." he murmured. "I don't wanna leave anybody behind."

You know...like a certain murdered ghost-painting had said he'd done to her.

"Dude," Raven said. "Have you met Fandom? The cavalry is here. Let me rescue you, then I'll come back for the others."

She was not above just bodily carrying him out if need be, but she was going to give him one last chance to show he still had some functional braincells left.

This weekend hadn't been great for braincells, okay?

"Eliot would never leave me behind," he said, shaking his head.

Stomp off and leave him alone? Sure. Leave him behind to get rescued? Never.

"Funny, that's exactly the kind of attitude that got Kathy killed." Raven grabbed Hardison's arm and shoved her shoulder into his gut, pulling him into a fireman's carry. "I'm rescuing you first, then going to see about anyone else."

Hardison's protests were startlingly ineffective against a fireman's carry. He certainly tried, he just didn't get anywhere. Of course, that shoulder to the stomach left him pretty winded anyway.

BUT AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE! And that was the important thing.

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