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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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Eliot nodded, still not looking up.

The bear didn't show the part where Eliot had gotten back to his hotel room and immediately thrown up. Where he hadn't eaten or spoken to another person for three days except to report in that the job was done. Or how close he'd come to just leaving everything, not just Moreau's employ.

But those parts weren't important, not right then. Because one of the three most important people in Eliot's world now knew exactly how awful he could really be.

"You can leave," he said. "They'll probably let you go now."

"I could leave," Kathy agreed, still feeling hurt and betrayed and stupid, but nowhere close to leaving. "But I think this will be a lot more effective."

And then she pulled her 9mm out of her holster and shot the teddy bear right through is stupid fucking head.

Seemed to be the weekend for headshots.

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Eliot flinched even harder at that, not expecting this gun shot. He twisted to the side, gagging, but there was nothing in his system for him to throw up.

Why the fuck did Kathy have a gun

Because Kathy's boyfriend wanted her to move to Demontopia and having a gun was safer than not having one. For, you know, the inevitable demon attacks.

If he looked, he'd at least see her stance was correct and her finger was off the trigger? That was...something? Maybe?

"The next thing to show me something I don't wanna see is going to end up like Teddy there," she said, voice more weary than anything else. "Eliot, get up."

"Put it away," Eliot said, leaning heavily against the tree as he made his way to his feet. It felt strange to give her orders after what she'd just seen, but he couldn't look at her with the gun in her hand. "Please."

"Oh for heaven's - " Kathy engaged the safety and reholstered her gun, pulling her bokken out instead, materia-side up, because, honestly, she didn't have the energy for hand to hand right now. She'd had cracked ribs - again! - just a few hours ago.

"It's away. You don't have to worry about me shooting - " She choked that comment off, too. She didn't want to lash out at him about the vision again. Not until she had time to...figure everything out, she guessed.

Eliot’s relationship with guns was complicated and traumatic, okay? Not that he’d Use those words himself.

“Thanks,” he said, eyes still downcast, and started shouldering his way through the army of things. They’d already done their damage, as far as he was concerned. Nothing they threw at him physically would really make a difference, at this point.

And Kathy knew that. Or, at least, knew how much he hated them. Part of why she'd used hers was some stupid, fucked up attempt at making him feel as bad as she did.

God, Eliot, she was so fucked up and she couldn't even say she was sorry for it right now.

"I came in to get you," she said shortly. "Didn't sit through story time just to leave you behind."

Multiple arms of lightning rained down on the closest of the things, leaving them sparking, slagged, or incinerated.

That was alright, Eliot was pretty sure he'd managed to destroy all of his most important relationships this weekend, so they made a fine pair.

He hardly seemed to notice the lightning, just barreling forward, determined to get the hell out of these damned woods so he could go ~~hide~~ ~~brood~~ recover in peace.

"You did it," he said, expressionless. "Good job."

You know, Kathy wasn't doing much better with most of hers. Raven. Raven was probably okay still.

"Huzzah for me," she muttered, faking jazz hands. "So far I'm two-for-two for rescues."

As in both had sucked.

Eliot stopped and turned around, finally looking her in the face again, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Hardison?"

She said she was there for him and Parker. Surely he was the other person she'd already rescued today.

"Dante," she said shortly. "Limbo City. Tower full of demons."

She - didn't want to get into it. And as upset as she was with Eliot, she didn't want him to worry overmuch.

"Raven saved Hardison earlier. I showed up when she was dropping him off. Something about not wanting to leave without you two."

"Idiot," Eliot said fondly, then firmly squashed the part of him that hoped that meant Hardison wasn't too pissed. If this part of his life was going to be over now, he'd do better not to get his hopes up. "He's okay?" He shuffled to a stop, looking back the way they'd come. "And Parker, she was hurt. The new doc had to stitch her up."

"I dunno," Kathy said. "I was more worried about coming in and getting you. I haven't seen Parker at all."

She sent out more lightning. "Hardison didn't seem injured though. I think Raven said he was fine."

"Raven stayed with him?"

It'd be just like Hardison to do something stupid like run back into the haunted death forest.

-- or not. Hardison was quite possibly never going to even approach anything that had more than two trees in a row ever again.

"No, Raven came in with me." She gave Eliot a hard stare, one that said Duh. "We weren't going to leave you and Parker alone in there. We came in together to fetch you."

Eliot had had a very stressful couple of days, Kathy. And sometimes other people were idiots. Give him a break.

"You should make sure they ain't gotten into trouble," he said. He could see the edge of the woods now, and started heading for it again. "Parker lost a lot of blood before we got her stitched."

"Cute," Kathy said. "Sorry, I'm sticking with you till I drop you off with Hardison."

Because odds were better that once he was with his boyfriend, he wouldn't go off and do something stupid.

"Raven was carrying Hardison in a fireman's carry when I showed up. I'm betting she can handle Parker just fine by herself."

"What? What was wrong with his legs?!"

"Shouldn't you have been there to know that already?!" Kathy snapped.

Wait, no, that made it sound like there was something wrong.

"Wait, no, Eliot--"

"Fuck."

Eliot broke into a run, exhaustion of the last couple of days vanished in the mistaken assumption that Hardison was not actually okay. He made it out of the shadows and skidded to a stop just in front of where Hardison sat.

"What happened? Is it your ankle? Knees?"

He wasn't bleeding visibly, at least. . . .

Hardison looked confused at Eliot. "Say what, man?" he asked.

Kathy broke through the treeline a half-second later, still fighting off objects that had converged on her as soon as Eliot had broken away. "He's fine! I said he didn't seem injured!"

"Then why'd Raven have to carry him?!"

"Cause I was protestin' leavin'!" Hardison said, popping up to his feet. His perfectly normal, healthy, working feet. "Cause I wasn't gonna leave y'all alone in there, but Raven wasn't having' none of it." He pressed his lips together. "Now stop yellin' at your kid cause you're scared an' stressed, I'm FINE."

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