*backdated to Febuary 26-Lipton and eventually Scorpion*

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The first thing Sonya noticed when she woke up was that the other side of the bed was cold. She wasn't really into snuggling, but some mornings she just found herself curled up close to Hanzo when she woke up. That wasn't the case now, and her heart nearly leapt out of her throat when he wasn't there. It was only when she fully opened her eyes that

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Lipton had fallen asleep with Jane in his arms, warm and content in their bed in New Pemberley. As he woke, vague fuzzy images of him playing in the sun with his wife, Lydia, and another child - the yet unborn child Jane carried, but here another laughing blonde head - were still flickering behind his eyelids. He gave a satisfied hum, rolling over to draw Jane into his arms. When his arms met only empty sheets, his eyes opened of their own accord.

Moments later, the sheets were thrown back and he was stepping out barefooted, dressed only in the shorts and undershirt he'd slept in, warily surveying the strange room. It wasn't one he recognized - and he felt a brief pang of regret that it wasn't Huntington - but the experience was so far so similar to his last imaginary foray home that he felt confident in assuming the island was up to its old tricks.

The room clearly belonged to a boy. His eyes fell on one of the certificates - Daniel Blade. Sonya, his mind supplied from the last name, even as his gaze slid downwards and he

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Sonya had only just started collecting her things for a shower when she heard someone call her name and frowned when she recognized that voice.

What the hell was..She cursed herself at the thought of Lipton being dragged into this.

It was a fairly small house, so she only really had to step out into the hallway to face him.

"Lipton?" She looked over his shoulder. That was her brother's room, no one had slept in there for so long-Sonya fought back the habitual irritation at the fact: Lip was a good man.

"Is Jane with you?" She hoped not. Lipton could atleast hold his own in battle, but if things were going to end up as she feared-Jane would only be a liability and a risk.

ooc: change of plans: will have an exchange between Sonya and lip before Tim tags. Sorry for the wait, my sister needed the internet all day

[niceofyoutoask]

There was something in the way that she looked between him and the room, but he judged it to be based in the fact that he was an unwelcomed visitor to her childhood home.

On the very bright side, at least she recognized him. Christ, he didn't want to think about what a can of worms that would have been if she hadn't.

He shook his head, thankful that his wife wasn't here as well, especially in her condition. So far, at least. "No. We can't rule out that she's here somewhere, but I haven't seen her. Did you have something similar happen over a few days last year?"

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Sonya just barely restrained herself from letting out a 'thank god'.

She nodded. "Sergeant Martin arrived here, and.." She hesistated. Though Sonya was more open about her experiences in Outworld, it was still dificult to talk about. "Well, we had to deal with the start of another war. One that may be repeating itself, if the phone call I recieved has anything to do with it."

She looked at her watch. "My partner Maj. Briggs and two friends of mine will be here shortly, but there's time enough for you to take a quick shower, and I can lend you some of my dad's clothes."

The sight of her wedding ring made her pause a moment before she slowly took it off. Here, at home, their marriage would've been invalid, and besides that if Jax and the others saw her with a ring, they would instantly be suspicious and how would she explain a marriage to a guy who wasn't even human.

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To Sonya, reaching Santuary was a not only a physical but visual relief as well, since (if Nightwolf's story was true-which looked to be the case) it remained shielded from Kahn's black magic. The fact that it was a reservation in New Mexico made no difference-just the fact that there were actual living plants and animals in the area proved it: it was no wonder this place was called 'Sanctuary.' It also meant that-for the time being-they were allowed a breather. The Shaman's tribe had set up a sort of (for lack of a better term) make-shift barracks for the 'remaining' Earth warriors, plus Sub-Zero and Kung Lao, two Earth warriors that Sonya had seen but not personally met at the Outworld tournament

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Getting through the portal to Santuary was a welcome break, and a damned sight better than camping out on doorstops or foxholes. There was something both comforting and disconcerting about being on American soil through all of this, but what with all the magic flying around it couldn't be more clear that this wasn't his world, his America - which was disturbing enough in itself. He'd figured as much in his years on the island, but seeing it for himself was soemthing altogether.

It was too bad about Cage, but that was behind them now. You had to be able to do that as a soldier, even one who'd been a civilian just a few years ago like him.

Lipton was sitting outside, rifle on his lap, looking out over the reservation when Sonya opened the door and stepped out. He looked up at her, giving a nod and a half-smile. "Hey there, Lieutenant."

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She figured as a sergeant he'd appoint himself having guard duty first.

She returned the nod. "Hey Sergeant. Enjoying the view?"

Sonya was only partially serious, after seeing what'd become of their realm, any small area that remained untouched was good for moral, but if they failed to stop the invasion in time-even this will be taken. They only had seven days to plan and find the bastard.

Eight fighters against an entire fucking army. Good god if they had any reserved luck, they would need more of it.

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Watch the line. The forever-repeated mantra of the Battle of the Bulge. He thought that maybe he would rather stare out at anything than the snowy trees of the Ardennes. An Indian reservation was decidedly a welcome change. "Yessir. Was the dead of winter in the war back home - things may be pretty tense here," an understatement, if there ever was one, "but at least there's no frostbite."

He'd long come to terms with the fact that he was often by default the voice of optimism, if only because he kept his mouth shut about everything else.

"How're you holding up, Sir?" He asked, looking up at her, old habits as First Sergeant dying hard. She knew Cage a damn sight more than he did.