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Oct 11, 2005 11:41
It's pure instinct that leads her, not to her door, but to Michael's. The look of betrayal on Fred's face was a blow she wasn't ready for, and though she's not quite crying, she's white and shaking as she raises her hand to knock (
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rebelheartalien
October 11 2005, 15:48:07 UTC
She may have forgotten that one of the room's occupants is a telepath.
The door's open before she takes two steps, and Michael calls softly, "Faith? Get in here."
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faithful_slayer
October 11 2005, 15:51:00 UTC
She always forgets that. Silly Faith.
She stops in her tracks, then turns, mustering a rather poor attempt at a smile. "Hey. It's OK, I don't wanna wake the baby or anything..."
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rebelheartalien
October 11 2005, 15:54:35 UTC
"Come in", Michael reassures her. "If he wakes up, we'll deal with it. Come on."
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faithful_slayer
October 11 2005, 15:55:59 UTC
Faith hesitates for another second, then ducks her head and steps into the apartment.
"Wonder when I got so weak," she says, quietly. "Used to be I could deal with this stuff on my own."
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The door's open before she takes two steps, and Michael calls softly, "Faith? Get in here."
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She stops in her tracks, then turns, mustering a rather poor attempt at a smile. "Hey. It's OK, I don't wanna wake the baby or anything..."
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"Wonder when I got so weak," she says, quietly. "Used to be I could deal with this stuff on my own."
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