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Notes: Hi! This is Phantom Rogue. This is my new name. :)
Six Years
She finds him on the Hammonds' front porch, seated on the stoop with his back to the door and his daughter asleep in the crook of his arm. She smiles, and joins him.
"She was tired," he said, when she nudges his arm. "It was calmer out here."
"It's a nice night," she agrees, and slides her arm through his. "Do you mind the company?"
He lets her take his hand, squeezes back, even, but he doesn't smile. "You don't have to."
"Silly." She leans her head against his shoulder and keeps her tone light. "Anniversaries are more of an Earth thing, anyway."
"Not this one," he says, and she tries not to sigh when she feels the tension in his fingers. "Everyone celebrates this one."
She does sigh this time, because it's true.
"Karone, I—" Andros stares at the top of his daughter's head instead of at her. "We've never talked about it."
"Do you want to?"
He shakes his head. "But if you did—I owe you that."
"You don't."
"I do," he says, and his voice is remarkably steady when he adds, "I killed you."
"No," she murmurs, "you brought me back."
"But I—"
"You don't want to talk about it," she says, stroking the bottom of Cara's toes with a fingertip. "And we don't have to."
He hesitates. "Are you sure?"
She nods slowly. "I don't like to celebrate, but—I am fine. Are you?"
"I know." Finally, he smiles, and grips her hand. "And I am."
"They'll be back from the fireworks soon," she says, and he lets her change the subject.
"To drag us off to do something fun, you know," he says, but he doesn't quite manage to grumble.
"There are worse ways to spend a night."
He shrugs, but he's still smiling. "As long as no one reminds Zhane about Twister."