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Chapter 11

The night, especially midnight, was a time of hidden treasures, hidden desires, hidden fears. Everything laid bare, helpless against the darkness of the night that could make even the lights that stayed hidden during the day, when everybody was blinded by sunlight and occupied with wasting time, seem to shine like flashlights.

Good looks don't help with a bad personality.

His own words. Camille had been beautiful, but beneath the surface there had been nothing but pure venom. She had also had green eyes and blond hair.

Just because I have a type, doesn't mean I'm head over heels for everybody with the right coloring.

So, what would happen when the right coloring was combined with a good personality? A smile that could light up the world and a shy blush ... with embarrassed sputtering and an honest heart, with skin that smelled like the night-sky and lips that made him feel lit up, that made him forget why he once had hated himself.

Magnus was addicted to shadows and he knew how to command them if he wanted to keep a single light hidden from the rest of the world. A new addiction had started growing in his chest, clawing at his heart though. Maybe it was-

"There you are!"

A familiar voice called out to him as Magnus tore his gaze from the afternoon sky. Lazily he let his eyes wander over to the young woman nearing his current position in front of a small cafe. It was a few blocks away from the NYPD-building.

"Hey, Catarina", Magnus greeted her though a trace of confusion tinged his voice. "What's up? You look pretty stressed out."

Catarina sighed and for a few seconds she let her shoulders sag, her whole body lost the tension she usually carried in her posture whenever she was outside or with other people than Magnus, Ragnor and ... well, Tessa. Magnus looked at her expectantly, but Catarina only shook her head and started walking which only confused Magnus more.

First she requested him to pick her up after his shift had ended, then she seemed surprised to not find him standing in front of the entrance hall at the NYPD-building. Wasn't that like they've always handled it?

If one picked up someone else of their group at the workplace, they called when they have arrived and waited a few blocks away from that place because the police loved to question colleagues at work if they have ever seen the suspect with 'fishy' people. This way they had always avoided unnecessary complications. And it was a strategy Catarina herself had actually come up with.

So, based on her behavior Magnus was pretty sure that something was off - and it usually took more than an empty coffee machine to put Catarina on edge.

Magnus hurried after her. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" A sudden rush of fear clouded his mind. "Did that asshole call and threaten you?" With the last word his voice was close to a screamed whisper as an attempt not to attract unwanted attention. They had nicknamed the 'voice on the phone' with 'asshole' among them. It was shorter and ... seemed more fitting, though they still tried not to use it too often because nobody really knew where 'the asshole' could eavesdrop on their conversations. They had tried to figure it out, but hadn't really been successful because whatever kind of communication they used - email, mobile, sign-language, morse code, numbers - the bad guy always caught the things that mattered, like the where, when and how back when they had tried to hunt him down.

Catarina stopped dead in the middle of the sideway. Magnus stopped right next to her. People bumped into them, shuffling around them, muttering things Magnus didn't care about. His eyes were fixed on Catarina's face which had turned into a grimace of pure anger. Magnus knit his brows.

"What's wrong, Catarina?", he whispered softly and now his friend really started to scare him though he had a feeling that her anger was directed at him. Catarina pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Give me one reason, Magnus Bane", she hissed low enough to keep it between them, "one reason for me to not shoot you on the spot?"

What the-? Magnus' insides turned to ice and a lump grew in his throat. His eyebrows disappeared behind the bangs of his non-gelled hair. Catarina had a bad temper when she was stressed and she tended to take it out verbally on others. Though never without reason, her words might come out a bit more rude than necessary, but she never took it out on innocent people. And most important - even when things got really ugly, she never threatened to kill somebody. It was the whole reason why they were thieves and not serial killers or assassins and given their nature they could become as good at killing as they were at breaking in currently. No, they all shared the idea that killing was a waste of time because it always lead down the same path. In the end there always was a dead body to hide and guilt to deal with.

But then Magnus remembered the one time when Catarina had uttered the exact same words, only that back then she had had spoken them with countless tears weighing down her tongue and sobs wrecking through her body. The day they had found out about Tessa's death.

Cold panic pierced Magnus' heart. He hadn't heard from Ragnor lately. He had been gone for at least one night and a half day. Usually there was nothing to worry about because Ragnor could take care of himself and he simply tended to get lost when he took a walk through the city thinking about poetry and how the world worked. Maybe he'd stay at a hotel or whatever there was to 'see something different' as he put it. But Catarina's stress and anger made Magnus question if that was the case this time. He pulled Catarina into a nearby alleyway.

"Did something happen to Ragnor?"

For a second she looked at him like he had suggested to start selling cupcakes. Then the confusion vanished and was replaced with something that could only be adequately described as fury. Catarina was furious.

"No", she hissed and her voice was like deadly venom. "Nothing happened to Ragnor." She stepped closer to Magnus backing im up against the wall which was impressive given the difference in height between them. Magnus swallowed heavily.

"Then what-"

"It's you, you blithering idiot!" Her voice rose and hit him like a whip. At the entrance of the alleyway people stopped and sent them questioning gazes. Catarina backed away from Magnus and sent them a reassuring smile in return. Some smiled back, some didn't, but they continued with their life that had nothing to do with the two thieves in the alleyway. A few heartbeats passed before Catarina turned back to Magnus again who was still leaning against the brick wall. She took a deep breath.

"In which goddamn universe did 'telling the detective the Florida-story' seem like a good idea, you moron?" While her posture appeared fairly calm, her voice was still filled with venom and every word cracked between her teeth like shards of ice.

Magnus' gaze fell to the ground. He had known that she'd find out about it, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. Denying it would only infuriate her even more and right know Magnus wouldn't put murder past her. He knew she was armed. Maybe it wasn't necessary for a mere secretary, but Catarina never left the house without her gun. Her ability was to change her appearance to a certain degree which helped a great deal when she they had to infiltrate a place. To be honest, Magnus didn't even know what she really looked like and maybe Catarina had forgotten about that as well. But nevertheless it didn't really help when she was attacked and as she had never been a girl to depend on the guys, she'd gotten a gun.

"Well, I thought that ... that maybe he could-" he stammered, trying to proceed with extreme caution.

"What?", Catarina spit out the words dismissively. "That maybe he'd repay you with a nice little blow-job? Hm? Was that what was on your mind when you told him?"

Magnus stared at her, too astonished to utter a single word. He didn't even manage to shake his head. His lungs started to hurt, every breath, every heartbeat turned into painful stabs. His skin felt like pierced by millions of hot needles. She thought he'd given away their story, their past, their tears for sexual pleasure? Yes, it was debatable if his decision had been wise or not, but he - he had wanted to help. He was sick of following orders, of simply standing on the sidelines, only moving when he was allowed to. That break-in at the museum the other night had made something snap inside of him. He still felt filthy for doing it.

He had wanted to do something right for a change and he still trusted Alec to achieve something. Catarina might have found out what had happened, but they hadn't gotten a call yet, no threat was posed, no order given; and when - not if, when - the asshole found out he could still tell Alec to stop. Then there would still be the fact that there'd be a report on Alec's investigation. Maybe somebody else would stumble across it and continue. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe that was the way to get to this asshole. Slowly weaving a net that he couldn't escape - at least not without revealing who he really was.

Maybe it would take some time, but if there was something you couldn't scare a demon with, it was passing time.

A sudden thought burned right through that chaos of anger, shame and hope that was building up inside Magnus.

"How did you find out?"

Catarina sighed. "I have my ways, but Magnus-"

"I didn't tell him in exchange for sex." But she only huffed. Magnus grew irritated at that because she almost made him out to be some kind of sex addict that would sell the soul of a friend for a fling. He had had his lovers and one-night-stands and his taste sometimes definitely was questionable (aka Camille), but he still had his common sense. What the hell was going on? Magnus gritted his teeth.

"Why don't you tell me what this is all about, Catarina?", he growled and pushed himself of the wall. This time he used his height to his full advantage towering over his friend. Was that still the right word?

"This is not about me", she replied angrily, squaring her own shoulders. "This is about you and your irresponsible way of acting. You act first and think afterwards - if you think about things at all!"

"Stop it, Catarina!", Magnus almost shouted. Anger was bubbling up inside of him, burning in his guts and suffocating him once again. "I can't change what has already happened, but we can't go on like this forever, it's only going to eat us up from the inside-" Catarina raised her hands and placed them on Magnus' shoulders while her gaze was fixed on the ground between their feet. Her hands lay light on top of the fabric of his shirt.

"It's my job to keep us alive", she whispered, "I promised Tessa the night before her wedding that I would take care of you two." Magnus felt his shoulders sag. Catarina took her hands off him and took a step back. "I know you wouldn't kill him when the situation would call for it, so I can only beg of you once again: Stop taking unnecessary risks. Not when you aren't the only one who could die."

She turned around and started walking out of the alleyway leaving Magnus behind, still looking at the spot where she had stood only seconds ago.

"But I thought ...", he trailed of and Catarina stopped one last time at the entrance of the alleyway.

"I can understand you", she said and sent him a sad smile. He didn't look up to face her, but he could hear the smile in her voice. It didn't remain when she spoke the following words. "Screw him if you want to, I don't care, but get this over with and start thinking with the head on your shoulders again. This way I might be able to convince him you've only done it to gain his trust and control his investigation to our favor."

Then she was gone. Magnus wanted to punch something, but at the same time he knew it was pointless. He would bruise his knuckles, it would only bring pain and no pain had ever managed to overshadow that hollow feeling in his chest. He wanted to cry, but he didn't because what good were tears if there wasn't someone to wipe them away?

"You don't understand anything."

Magnus didn't like the redhead that followed Alec around lately. Yes, he assumed that they were partners and their relationship was only work-related, but still ... why did they have to go shopping together? On a Saturday?! Nobody could make Magnus believe that getting rice, vegetables and mousse au chocolate at the supermarket had anything to do with police work and he highly doubted that it was a new method to strengthen their partnership.

He gritted his teeth. maybe it was jealousy. Maybe, maybe, maybe. It didn't make sense, he was well aware of that, but there was just something about that woman that ticked him off. His right hand gripped the carrying strap of his shopping bag a bit harder than necessary.

After that incident with Catarina yesterday she had spent the rest of the day trying to glare holes into him, causing him to feel suffocated at home. Ragnor hadn't returned yet from wherever he was and Magnus didn't yet feel desperate enough to call him just to have somebody to talk to. So Magnus had decided to get something for dinner or a late lunch, dependent on when he'd get back to the hideout. He had thought that maybe cooking something could help him to get his mind off ... well, everything that was going on lately. The last night he had barely gotten any sleep and it made him grumpy and nobody liked a grumpy demon - especially not the demon.

When he had set foot into the supermarket the first thing he'd found was a mop of unruly black hair that he'd recognize anywhere. For a second all his grumpiness (in addition to the plan of hitting the old lady, who had bumped her shopping cart into his right side, with a cucumber over the head) was out of the window. Then he recognized the mop of red hair and started thinking about getting a zucchini instead of the cucumber. Maybe two.

Since then he had followed the two detectives around the supermarket while grabbing three packages of instant noodles without really paying attention because according to Catarina it was never a good idea to let Magnus go shopping with too much cash and according to himself every flavor of instant something tasted the same. At the moment Alec and 'code red' were debating what kind of rice they should get. Magnus wasn't very fond of rice which didn't make it very surprising that the little voice in his head started screaming 'Get pasta! Get pasta!'.

After a while Magnus realized that he wasn't behaving very differently from a teenage girl with a serious crush and maybe a tendency for stalking said crush. He sighed heavily and looked down at the freezer in front of him containing about five different brands of ice cream. He wasn't in the mood for ice cream. At least not when he had to eat it alone. Maybe he should get some mousse au chocolat, too. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Wasn't there a saying that for a dessert there was always enough space?

"Looking for something particular?"

Magnus' head whipped up when a well-known voice sounded softly right next to his ear. He turned his head and drowned in blue.

"Found it", he whispered before he could stop his lips from moving. Alec smiled that crooked smile which made Magnus feel weak in the knees, his eyes putting the clear sky outside to shame.

"Are you following me?", Alec asked with an amused twinkle in his eyes. Magnus grinned.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, little one."

At that the detective scowled at him and maybe it could be described as pouting. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Magnus realized that since that game of twenty questions, since that kiss ... kisses something had changed between them. He was wearing the same attire when he left for work, with his hair covered in glitter and his clothes a mixture of colors which most people wouldn't be able to name and his contacts in place covering his slitted pupils as well as the fluorescent irises. Alec himself wasn't carrying his gun and right now they were the two guys that met at the Starbucks where Magnus was working. But at the same time they were detective and thief, hunter and prey, question and answer, storyteller and listener. So many things at the same time and they shared them all. Both of them knowing the other half. Maybe there was a bond starting to grow.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

"I'm not that short."

Magnus shrugged. "Still shorter than me."

It earned him a low chuckle, which made him happy. Though the chuckle fell silent and a serious expression replaced the amused twinkle in those blue eyes.

"I'm glad to meet you here", Alec whispered, his eyes searching their surrounding for curious ears, but he didn't find any. "I want to talk to you about the case and I wanted to ask for your help with something."

Magnus gaze fell back to the freezer with the ice cream. "What do you suggest?", he answers in the same low voice though his whisper was laced with an exhausted sigh. He had wanted to forget about all that stuff, at least for the weekend. But Alec wanted to help him and Magnus wanted his help. The game they had played the last time was over. There was no space for normalcy between them. Not now and maybe there never would be. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

"I'd like you to come to my place ... hmmm, tomorrow? Tomorrow evening after sunset. Would that be possible?"

On the inside Magnus grinned at that. Sunset, how romantic. Maybe there could fit in something like romance. Maybe, maybe, maybe. He noticed that he was growing desperate to proof Catarina's assumption about his attraction to the detective wrong. Sexual attraction might not always be part of a relationship, but it wasn't wrong if that was the case, right?

Magnus moved his eyes away from the ice cream and back into the real world. Alec was still waiting for an answer.

"Sure", he said, "that's possible."

Alec didn't say goodbye when he turned around to get back to the redhead Magnus wasn't particularly fond of, but he left the demon with a smile that justified making Catarina, who could be very scary when she was angry, infuriated and risking whatever there was to risk. At least it worked that way in the little, private world Magnus had started building for himself whenever he felt too sad to carry on in the real world. Maybe that world could become real one day.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The next evening Magnus found himself standing in Alec's apartment once again watching the detective closing the curtains. Maybe this is how it works if you want to keep the light of a soul from the rest of the world, he thought. He knew very well how to contain the light of a bulb, but souls were different. Every soul was different. There were humans and demons, part-demons and maybe some mythological creatures. In the end they were only flickering lights hoping to be found before they burned out.

"Okay, thank you for coming on such short notice." Alec turned around from the last window he had hidden from the fading sunlight. It was the one in the living room through which Magnus had entered the apartment once again and maybe it was a nostalgic thing to do. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Magnus smiled at the young man. His eyes glowed in the semi-darkness like blue lamps and Magnus was reminded of the fact that even the dimmest light turned into a bright star when it got isolated from the others. There was a little voice in Magnus' head that whispered 'Mine', but he shook his head. He smiled and answered:

"Don't worry, it is not like I have anything else to do right now."

Alec's smile wavered. The muscles of his shoulders tensed a little bit.

"So, there hasn't been another order yet?", he whispered like the voice had done in Magnus' head. It wasn't the same though. It never was. He didn't like the word 'order'. It was an appointment that they could never cancel.

"No."

Alec bit his lower lip.

"Would you tell me when there was?" He didn't look at Magnus when these words left his lips. He stared at the floor as if he was trying to get lost in its emptiness. Just now Magnus noticed that the files that once had covered the living room floor were gone. It was a real emptiness. Suddenly the thief's feet felt cold, but he noticed that Alec wasn't wearing socks.

"No."

A sad smile played around the detective's lips.

"Of course", he whispered, his voice slowly dying with the hope and laughter in his words. Magnus' fingers itched to hold him. He had to press his lips into a thin line to keep himself from talking, from promising things he'd never be able to hold. The distance between them burned unknown patterns in his skin beneath the fabric of his clothes.

'I want you!', screamed the little voice in Magnus' head, but he didn't listen.

"With what do you need my help?" He tried to smile, but gave up, hoping that the smile in his words was enough. The curving of his lips pierced the skin of his face like cold wind on a freezing day. Maybe in fall. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

"Ah, right." Alec clapped his hands and the sound helped him to climb out of the silence that had started settling around them while Magnus kept falling. Falling for him and nobody else, for no other reason than his smile, his eyes, his heart, his very own light. "I gathered the files of all the thefts that have happened between those in Florida" Magnus looked down at his hands and hoped that Tessa would understand that he was scared of graveyards. He hadn't managed to crossed that states border ever since they had left. "and those here in New York."

Alec walked away for a short moment and Magnus could hear the rustling of paper. Finally he managed to break from his his icy shell of regret. He turned around to follow Alec, to sit down next to him where he had sat once before.

"That really is a lot", Magnus muttered when he looked at the pile of paper that had been partly hidden by the table in front of the couch. Alec nodded absent-mindedly as he started placing the files in smaller piles on top oft he table.

"I've sorted them by state and I wanted to ask you if you could look through them and tell me which ones you were ordered to do ... then I can look for similarities and maybe find out more about that ominous voice on the phone."

This time the smile didn't hurt Magnus. It lay warm on his lips. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Not only his world consisted of uncertainty.

He nodded and took the files from the first pile. While he sorted out those that he and Ragnor hadn't been responsible for, Alec took notes about the remaining files.

"When did you copy all of them?", Magnus asked when he was halfway through the pile marked with the words 'New Mexico' in surprisingly neat handwriting. Alec looked up from his notes, incomprehension flooding his blue eyes, but then it vanished and Magnus got to see that amused twinkle again to which he started to feel attached.

"Oh, on Friday, took me about the whole morning and in the end I was number one on the 'Most Wanted'-list at the archive because I pretty much used up all the copy paper they had in stock." A soft laughter covered the words without swallowing them. Magnus liked it.

After Louisiana they made a break. Alec got coffee and Magnus found himself thinking about falling asleep on the couch.

"May I ask you something?"

Alec took a gulp from his own cup. "Sure." A smirk formed on his lips. "As long as it's only one question."

Magnus laughed and it surprised him, but he liked it. He liked this apartment. He liked the young man sitting next to him. He liked to figure out how many ways there were to get lost between the kitchen and the living room, how many dreams could be dreamt behind those closed curtains, how many stars could be seen from the entrance door. He liked to be here. It felt warm.

"If you don't like ordering coffee at a public place why don't you just make some at home and take it with you - you know in one of those fancy thermos cups?"

Alec smiled against the rim of his cup. "I do that sometimes", he admitted and shrugged slightly. Then he looked away. Maybe he tried to hide the growing blush on his face, but failed because the lamp on the ceiling wasn't the set sun outside. "But there's that cute guy working at Starbucks ..."

"Really?" Magnus smiled and it felt right. "I've heard there is a cute guy buying his coffee there."

Alec's shy smile broadened. For a moment it lit up Magnus' little, miserable world. For a while they sat in comfortable silence next to each other on the couch, both stifling yawns the best they could, both thinking their own thoughts, both traveling down their on paths without leaving the room.

Magnus looked down at the copied files. Right now it was only paper, no memories attached. How long would that last? Next to him he could hear Alec getting up and walking away. Maybe there was a small fear clawing at the demon's heart - maybe it was his soul, maybe just the emptiness inside his chest - that he wouldn't return, that the past hours had been a dream that was about to end. Alec didn't disappear. Magnus could hear him rummaging in the kitchen. The living room suddenly seemed too big. Magnus got up as well and followed the detective.

He found him standing in front of the sink cleaning his now empty cup. Alec looked up when he heard the approaching footsteps. Magnus had taken off his shoes and socks as well. The floor was warm enough to walk bare feet from one room to the other.

"Still scared I'd call my colleagues?", he teased playfully. he blue eyes were dulled with tiredness. Shadows started appearing beneath them. Magnus wanted to turn off the lights and drown in the warmth of the other man's body. He wanted to let Alec crawl into his arms, finding sleep, finding, calmness, finding sweet dreams.

How could Catarina even think to understand this? How could she think that there was only sexual desire?

'What if?', the little voice whispered. Magnus had felt desire since that first hasty kiss at the Daryaran-villa. He had felt it that one time at the coffee shop and when they had played the game of 20 questions. He still felt it. He always felt it when there was nothing else to feel and right now he was exhausted and his voice of reason fading away. He could ... he could do so much. He wanted to ... he wanted so much.

Magnus placed his own cup next to the sink. It wasn't completely empty yet. Alec turned around to face him directly. Confusion ghosting across his face. There was no fear. He had to raise his gaze a bit when Magnus stood right in front of him. The demon's fingertips lightly danced along the detective's bare skin till they reached the fabric of the black shirt Alec was wearing. Magnus skipped over the shoulders and let his fingers comb through the ink-black strands. Only a little bit of cold air had remained between them from when Alec had opened the window in the living room to let him in.

I want you.

The confused look from those blue orbs turned into a half-lidded gaze. The distance between them vanished. A hunger for the younger man's skin burned on Magnus's tongue and he himself felt his eyelids drop slightly. Their noses brushed.

"Why do you trust me?" The words were muttered from Alec's lips. Magnus could smell the coffee on them. He wanted to taste it, but he didn't. Those lips curved into a sweet smile. Alec took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and placed his arms on the demon's shoulders even though he had to stretch a bit to accomplish that. He softly pressed their foreheads together. Skin touching skin, breath brushing lips, hair tickling cheeks.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Once again Magnus drowned in deep blue seas.

I want you. I want to hold you. I want to be near you. I want to keep you safe.

They both closed their eyes and stood like that for a while, relishing in the privacy of the moment. The growing silence enveloped them like a blanket and maybe that was the reason why Alec's voice sounded muffled when he eventually spoke again.

"I'm tired."

"Me too", Magnus answered. His tongue was heavy. His knees felt like they were about to give out. The thought of a warm bed or even the couch in the living room suddenly was alluring like a siren's call. A call they both seemed to hear. "But there is still work to do."

Alec's throat escaped a sound that could be described as tired grumbling. Magnus felt a smile tug on his lips. Without opening his eyes or taking his arms from Magnus's shoulders Alec stretched his muscles, but instead of pulling away after that, he tightly hugged the demon eliminating any distance that had remained between them. He nestled his head in the crook of Magnus' neck.

"It sucks when not even coffee works anymore", he muttered and this time the reason for his muffled voice was pretty clear. Magnus felt an honest laughter bubble up inside of him. He hugged Alec as well and without disentangling he dragged the detective back to the couch.

Two hours later they were finished and without further ado fell asleep next to each other right there.

Catarina's voice was the first thing that greeted Magnus, when he stepped through the entrance door of the hideout. He hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep, but he had slept better than any other night he had spent at the hideout.

"Where have you been?", Catarina demanded to know and judging from the way she stood in the little hallway, she wouldn't even let him inside without an answer that satisfied her. Magnus rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

"At a friend's place." Irony strongly laced his every word which only made Catarina's glare darken even more. She crossed her arms in front of her chest weighing his reply with pursed lips.

"You've been with him again, right?" There was a dismissive trace accompanying her words that made the hairs stand up on the back of Magnus' neck.

"Yes", he said and returned the glare. He was still tired and when he was tired he got grumpy. "But as you've suggested I've gotten 'it' over with." And with that he pushed past Catarina who looked after him for a short while before following him down the hallway.

"So, you are not going to see him again?" The hopeful tone put him on edge, but he remained calm and with his back turned towards her. If he'd look at her now, he wasn't sure if he could keep the mocking grin of his lips.

"Stop making it sound like some sappy old romance novel, Catarina." He took off his shoes and disappeared into one of the two bedrooms. Ragnor had lost at rock-paper-scissor and had to sleep on the couch in the living room. Magnus closed the door and leaned against the cold wood.

He could have had Alec the last night. He knew how to seduce people, but he also knew how to kill people. On a sudden impulse he turned around facing the closed door and stuck out his tongue.

'You don't understand anything', he thought and maybe it was childish.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

End of chapter! x3 Okay, you might have noticed that I cut out the Saturday-family-dinner because ... hm, it didn't really fit without turning this chapter into a possible boring monster. But if you'd like to read what happens that Saturday, et me know in the reviews and I maybe I can write it as a separate one-shot. :)

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