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[_dylant_]

Michael won't talk. Pretty sure it's not just me that he's refusing to speak too. Luckily Starr is answering his cell phone. She told me that Danny and she will take care of him and the kids. That they're burying Brooke on Monday in her hometown and then they're going to Greece for awhile. Good plan. We've had reporters outside our house, the club

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[_gia_]

*hanging around the house after patrol, peers out the window to check for poparrazzi, notices Dylan pouring through a book*

Hey. Reporters still at it?

[_dylant_]

I think they're hiding in the bushes. Connor set traps and Alex put up a general spell to try and keep them out, but mostly I use the sprinklers.

*growls and closes the book*

This is getting me no where. How was patrol?

[_gia_]

Can't they swarm over something else?

*looks sympathetically at him* Apparently a lot better than research. There was much dust to be had by all. Connor freaks me out with the double axe four-dust-heads-rolling-at-a-time thing.

The books not cutting it?

[_dylant_]

*smiles a little*

Four heads at once? I haven't seen that move yet.

*scrubs at his face*

The answers we needs aren't in any of the books that Wes and I are finding.

Rhia is missing some of her memory and we have no idea who is responsible for that.

There is a god of lust in town who steals souls, which hey that is always fun, right?

*sighs*

Feel like I'm seriously letting everyone down in the research department, Gia.

[_gia_]

*fakes being appalled* I would never! I reserve all hose jokes for you and Connor. Because I'm hoping Connor has the only hose you're interested in.

Yeah, but you get frustrated with yourself instead of at the people who deserve it. So here's me offering to do that lend the shoulder thing. I know this is driving you crazy.

[_dylant_]

*says quietly*

Brooke shouldn't have died. It wasn't fair and there was no purpose in her death. We can't find the demon who is responsible...Michael and his kids are suffering and I'm just tired, Gia.

I'm tired of feeling like when it's us or the people we care about that are in danger, we get no real shot at saving them.

[_gia_]

*looks at him, not really know what she can say* No, she shouldn't have...It's okay to be tired. We've been screwed over, it's okay to want to change that.

Part of me wants to say this is a lesson at realizing to save ten strangers is more important than saving one loved one, but another just thinks someone dropped the ball. We're stuck doing what we always do...plugging away until we sort of fix things. Which we always do.

But it's important to, I dunno, remember. The ones we've lost I mean. I think it makes us want to help more, even if it's killing us. What doesn't kill us, makes...a really bad cliche.

[_dylant_]

I can't forget the ones I've lost.

*looks down at his hands*

I'm terrified that the next person I lose is going to be one of your guys. I've got no faith that the powers will give us a real shot at preventing it and every belief that we are continually placed in situations that make us targets.

I've got a nine year old kid that I want to ensure isn't going to lose his family like he lost the one before us.

I don't want Taylor to ever feel this damn old when he's still a teenager, you know?

*sighs*

Sorry, I'm being seriously depressive.