Souls That Need Each Other
Chapter 6: Figure Things Out
By: Kichara
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Um, my brain hurts..
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"This is the place?" Adam looked over the little crooked house, somehow wondering how the piece of architecture was still standing.
"That's right. Cripes, you'd think he'd have gotten a new house sometime this millennium." Juno said scornfully, lighting up what was her eighteen cigarette since she'd met up with the Maitland's earlier. After the incident at the courthouse, she'd walked with them to a nearby coffee shop and they'd mulled things over cups of black coffee. "You're sure you want to do this?"
Barbara nodded, mouth set in a fierce line, a look that Adam recognized as 'the motherly one', which usually only took form when they were with Lydia. "What if there isn't anyone she can talk to? And I want to know what's what, from the person that could tell us the best. And I don't think she was brainwashed." She added, cutting off Adam's argument before he could even state it again.
"But honey, they might have a point. Look, we both know that guy's got a lot of power; Don't you think it's possible that he could have."
"You can call him Beetlejuice, Adam." Juno cut in, looking almost bitterly at the darkened sky above. "Once a ghost is captured and put into jail, a hold is put on their powers, and with Beetlejuice's case, also the calling of his name that brings him to where you are. They did it to make sure that he wouldn't be able to escape." She smiled grimly, adding, "I guess they have reason to think that he may have some friends that would want to help him. Or maybe a daughter." She cast her steely grey eyes to the house again, where rather loud and very angry-sounding music was blasting from.
"And if they put a hold on his powers, then any brainwashing he would have done would have faded off on Nicky." Barbara concluded, walking through the grass towards the front door, her husband and Juno close behind. She could feel the wall trembling slightly underneath her fingertips as she pressed the doorbell, courtesy of the harsh music thumping from inside.
A second after the bell sounded, the music inside ceased and the door in front of the trio swung open, revealing an irate creature wielding a rather heavy looking bat. "I told you fucking people that the only thing I'm telling you is to get off my property or I'm going to." She stopped, closely inspecting each of them with sharp, almost slitted eyes. "What a minute. You're not from the press, are you?"
"No, but we do want to talk with you." Juno answered. Nicky tightened her hold on the bat. "We know your father."
The grip on the bat loosened minusculely as the young woman suspiciously responded. "Good or bad way?"
"It's debatable, considering the situation." Juno answered smoothly, "And you're the person I need to talk to to determine exactly what the situation is."
Nicky slowly lowered the bat, settling it on her slender shoulder. "Alright, but if you're fucking with me, I'm hexing you all." She moved aside, motioning for them to come in.
"Such language." The caseworker reprimanded.
"Oh hush, I've have a bad day. To say the very least." She added, then pointed to the couch. "Sit." She quietly hesitated, then added in a slightly softer tone, "Please."
They managed to squish together on the tiny sofa and she walked into the kitchen, where the sounds of crunching glass could be heard. Barbara's eyes were all over the room, decked out in shades of purple, green and black. Hundreds of video tapes were haphazardly stacked next to the TV, and the entertainment center and walls were covered in framed photographs that she was itching to look at. There wasn't much else in the room, except for a little table next to the couch topped with a lamp, an ancient speaker system and a bookcase overflowing with books tucked away in the corner.
Nicky came back in, holding a chair from the kitchen. She set it down in front of them and sat in it, looking each over again very carefully before settling uneasily in the chair and saying, "So. what do you wanna know?"
"Well, I suppose starting from the beginning would be a good idea." Juno started.
Nicky cut off her words, "Like with your names? Don't you think I could at least get those before you start grilling me?" She set her fangs into a snarl, obviously irritated.
Juno's mouth set into a very undiplomatic frown and Barbara, decided the best move was to jump in with an apologetic smile, before thing got ugly, "I'm very sorry, Nicky. We don't want to hurt you, and even if you don't believe us, I want you to know that I want to help, even if it's only in helping you feel better, as that may be the only thing I really can do. I'm not very powerful, and have no influence over what happens in the Netherworld. But I'm a woman that knows you want to talk to someone, and if that's all I can really do, I want to be a person you can talk to.
"My name is Barbara, and I knew your father under rather unflattering circumstances. But after I saw you today, I knew that he had to be different, and the only reason that he would have been different is if you changed him. This is my husband, Adam, and this is Juno, our caseworker, who actually worked with your father at one time. Now will you please talk to us?" Adam watched both his wife, whose voice was gentle and heart-felt, and Nicky, whose face lost its ferocity, replaced be a quiet, almost child- like expression that watched his wife in wonder and thoughtfulness, as he looked on in astonishment, then smiles. 'And this is why I have no problem spending an eternity or two with this woman.' He thought to himself, eyes carefully watching his wife.
Nicky stood up, lips parted in thoughtful silence. If she was planning on saying anything, it was suddenly interrupted by a boisterous pounding at the door, beat out almost to the tune of a melody. Recognition passed over her features, and she ran to the door, quickly opening it, as Juno, Barbara, and Adam got off the couch to see who it was. Three ghost teens stood on the porch, worried eyes set on Nicky. A long moment of silence passed before the three started talking at once, babbling in a frenzy of vexation.
"Nicky, are you okay?"
"We just found out and rushed over to see if you were alright!"
"You were alive? Are you still, or what happened?"
"I can't believe they did that to your Dad. Cripes, what the hell do they think they're doing?!"
"Are you okay?!"
She ushered them into the house silently and they crowded into the foyer, gathering closely around her. Her face was soft, green eyes extremely bright and the ranting ceased in a sudden snap. "Nicky?" A tall young man in boots and a ripped up tank top stepped forward, moss green hair half covering his dark eyes. She lifted her eyes to him, mouth trembling and then threw herself against him, hands fisting in his tank as she covered it in tears and mascara. He sighed, and hugged her, while the other boy and girl pressed against the two, holding them tight in a huge group hug.
After a long moment, they separated, leading Nicky to the couch. She rubbed at her dirty face, only managing to smear it further. The girl, who had bright pink hair pulled into a pair of pigtails, hurried into the bathroom to get her some tissues, using them to wipe off Nicky's messy face. "I just don't get it." The girl mused quietly, rubbing forcefully to get the last bit of mascara off. "Where you really alive? Or. are you still?" Nicky shook her head, settling back onto the cushions.
"I was when I first came here. But. I really don't think I am. I mean, it's really weird, since it took me 82 years to look like this." She motioned to her pale skin and dark eyes vaguely. "But now it's like I am, and I think I am. I just don't understand why it took me so long to do it, and why it took me that long to look like I'm only about 19 years old."
"It's probably just your living body's natural reactions to being in the Land of the Dead." Juno, who'd only been watching everything silently with Barbara and Adam, spoke up now, stepping closer as she addressed the green- eyed woman. "There really aren't any examples of where someone that was still living managed to stay in the Netherworld long enough to see what would happen to them, as they usually only get here by accident and then are immediately sent back. It makes the most sense, at any rate. Your body was here, but your spirit was caught somewhere between the Netherworld and Limbo, the place between the world of the living and the world of the dead."
She stepped closer, examining her closely. "And I think. that your spirit slowly moved from Limbo to your body here, which would allow it to slowly age, as well as allow you to grow more and more dead. And it feels like the transfer's finally complete, by the feel of you. Has anything happened recently that sounds like that?"
Nicky blinked, then nodded quickly, eyes wide in astonishment. "Yeah, actually. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was out on the roof and it suddenly, I felt really light and then there was a bright light, and I must've blacked out. And when I woke up, I.. felt whole, I guess." She blinked again. "That makes sense, then, doesn't it?"
Juno nodded in agreement. "And if that happened a couple of weeks ago, then the office that handled souls entering the Netherworld would've noticed you for the first time. And they would've contacted the authorities about the incident. Which in turn somehow led to them coming to conclusions and coming here to arrest Beetlejuice. Although that part still has me puzzled, as I don't know how they could know that, but. Well, can you tell us everything and maybe we'll be coming to some sort of conclusion?"
"Okay, but I've got a question. Why didn't anyone notice when I first got to the Netherworld?"
Juno's gray eyebrows furrowed in thought. "How old were you?"
"Umm, four, I think." She pushed back her long purple bangs with her black- painted nails.
"It's very possible that it's only because you were so young, and not very strong, therefore not making you very noticeable at all. If anyone noticed anything, they probably thought you were just a little spirit and nothing more. And as you got older and stronger, your spirit in the Netherworld grew just enough to mask the fact that you were sill somewhat alive."
"Well, I didn't get any of that." Nicky's friend with the green hair spoke up, one eyebrow raised in question.
The pigtailed girl gave his arm a friendly slap, rolling her eyes. "That's because you're stupid. Don't worry; we'll explain it all to you later. In small words."
"And with visuals. I mean PICTURES. Y'know, those things that depict things with the color and." The other boy, who had short brown hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt snickered as the other reached over and smacked him over the head.
"Shut up Jack. I KNOW what they are."
Nicky laughed softly, quickly gaining the attention of every individual in the room. Her three friends all smiled, and the boys sat down on either side of her, with the girl settled down on the carpet, her head resting against the green-haired boy's knee. "Oh, I guess I need to introduce everyone, don't I?" Nicky reprimanded herself, a little smile still gracing her dark lips. Her hand rested on the boy in the tank top's muscled arm, "This is Logan, and this is Jack." She motioned to the other boy, and then her fingers touched the other girl's bright hair. "And this is Hildi. They're my best friends, band mates, and the rest of my family."
"Damned straight." Hildi added with a big grin.
"And this is Adam, Barbara and Juno. They know my Dad."
"This is such crap about your Dad." Logan interjected. "I mean, cripes, where the hell did they come up with the load of bull?"
"They didn't know the whole story, and they just filled up all those huge gaps with what they assumed was right." Nicky's expression grew dark. "You know, I really don't know how I got here exactly. I was a kid, and just woke up one morning in the Netherworld. We could never figure it out, and I told Dad that I didn't want to go back. there. Cripes." She gripped her slender hands together, staring at the floor steadily.
"Nicky?" Jack touched her arm attentively.
"I lived in an abusive home when I was a kid. And one night I just ran out of the house and kept on going until I was too tired to run anymore. I fell asleep in and when I woke up, I was on my Dad's front lawn." She told them everything, moving through the years and all the things she'd shared with her adopted parent. Her face was gentle again as she relayed past experiences, up to the present. Through it all, Jack, Logan and Hildi were quiet but supportive, taking turns to give her hugs and all watching her intently, hanging onto every word. The adults in the room stood the entire time, not saying anything to each other, only watching and listening completely.
Once Nicky had finished, she sank completely into the cushions, eyes half closed in exhaustion. Juno stepped close to her, regarding her with an almost soft but serious expression. "Nicky, I'm going to help you." Nicky sat up a bit, eyes fixed on the old ghost's face. "I promise, I'll do everything I can, and then some."
The young woman's smile was full of gratitude and she cuddled against the couch and Jack's side. "Thank you." With the simple words, her eyes slipped shut and she was out like a light.
"Man, she's asleep." Jack said softly, touching her slack face gently.
"Here, gimme." Logan leaned over, gently slipping his arms under her body and picking her up. He walked off, Jack and Hildi close behind. Again, Adam, Barbara and Juno followed, watching as Hildi pulled down the covers of what must've been Nicky's bed and Logan set her down. The pigtailed ghost carefully untied and slipped Nicky's combat boots off, placing them at the bottom of the bed, and Jack pulled the blankets up to her chin. They quietly filed out of the room, walking out into the living room with the adults.
"Well, I need to get going. I have to go see someone." Juno stated, walking to the front door. "C'mon, I'll get you two a room to stay in." She nodded to Barbara and Adam and then fixed her eyes on Nicky's extended family.
"You're really going to help?" Logan questioned seriously.
"You're someone important, aren't you?" Hildi asked softly, eyes wide.
Juno nodded, "Yes to both. This requires my attention in more than one way, for plenty of reasons, and I'll be doing everything I can to help your friend. And now, we need to go. For now, take good care of her; She's at an especially sensitive stage."
"That explains the mood swings." Jack said with a thoughtful nod. "And don't worry, we were planning on taking care of her anyway."
They all walked out of the house together, Logan last to make sure the door was locked and shut. They went their separate ways, with Juno leading Barbara and Adam back to the city, where she arranged a room for hem. After that, she walked to the city's jail, where there was someone she needed to talk to quite urgently.
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"Babbling in a frenzy of vexation". See, that's what you get when you pull our your trusty thesaurus and just go ker-RAZY with it. Or maybe it was just from listening to too much techno. o.O Oh, and thanks bunches of oats for all the reviews! Ah feel da loooooove!!!!! So next chapter, I finally get back to BJ (I know, I know, 'bout time, right? ^^())
Pruning a Monkey,
Kichara
Chapter 6: Figure Things Out
By: Kichara
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Um, my brain hurts..
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"This is the place?" Adam looked over the little crooked house, somehow wondering how the piece of architecture was still standing.
"That's right. Cripes, you'd think he'd have gotten a new house sometime this millennium." Juno said scornfully, lighting up what was her eighteen cigarette since she'd met up with the Maitland's earlier. After the incident at the courthouse, she'd walked with them to a nearby coffee shop and they'd mulled things over cups of black coffee. "You're sure you want to do this?"
Barbara nodded, mouth set in a fierce line, a look that Adam recognized as 'the motherly one', which usually only took form when they were with Lydia. "What if there isn't anyone she can talk to? And I want to know what's what, from the person that could tell us the best. And I don't think she was brainwashed." She added, cutting off Adam's argument before he could even state it again.
"But honey, they might have a point. Look, we both know that guy's got a lot of power; Don't you think it's possible that he could have."
"You can call him Beetlejuice, Adam." Juno cut in, looking almost bitterly at the darkened sky above. "Once a ghost is captured and put into jail, a hold is put on their powers, and with Beetlejuice's case, also the calling of his name that brings him to where you are. They did it to make sure that he wouldn't be able to escape." She smiled grimly, adding, "I guess they have reason to think that he may have some friends that would want to help him. Or maybe a daughter." She cast her steely grey eyes to the house again, where rather loud and very angry-sounding music was blasting from.
"And if they put a hold on his powers, then any brainwashing he would have done would have faded off on Nicky." Barbara concluded, walking through the grass towards the front door, her husband and Juno close behind. She could feel the wall trembling slightly underneath her fingertips as she pressed the doorbell, courtesy of the harsh music thumping from inside.
A second after the bell sounded, the music inside ceased and the door in front of the trio swung open, revealing an irate creature wielding a rather heavy looking bat. "I told you fucking people that the only thing I'm telling you is to get off my property or I'm going to." She stopped, closely inspecting each of them with sharp, almost slitted eyes. "What a minute. You're not from the press, are you?"
"No, but we do want to talk with you." Juno answered. Nicky tightened her hold on the bat. "We know your father."
The grip on the bat loosened minusculely as the young woman suspiciously responded. "Good or bad way?"
"It's debatable, considering the situation." Juno answered smoothly, "And you're the person I need to talk to to determine exactly what the situation is."
Nicky slowly lowered the bat, settling it on her slender shoulder. "Alright, but if you're fucking with me, I'm hexing you all." She moved aside, motioning for them to come in.
"Such language." The caseworker reprimanded.
"Oh hush, I've have a bad day. To say the very least." She added, then pointed to the couch. "Sit." She quietly hesitated, then added in a slightly softer tone, "Please."
They managed to squish together on the tiny sofa and she walked into the kitchen, where the sounds of crunching glass could be heard. Barbara's eyes were all over the room, decked out in shades of purple, green and black. Hundreds of video tapes were haphazardly stacked next to the TV, and the entertainment center and walls were covered in framed photographs that she was itching to look at. There wasn't much else in the room, except for a little table next to the couch topped with a lamp, an ancient speaker system and a bookcase overflowing with books tucked away in the corner.
Nicky came back in, holding a chair from the kitchen. She set it down in front of them and sat in it, looking each over again very carefully before settling uneasily in the chair and saying, "So. what do you wanna know?"
"Well, I suppose starting from the beginning would be a good idea." Juno started.
Nicky cut off her words, "Like with your names? Don't you think I could at least get those before you start grilling me?" She set her fangs into a snarl, obviously irritated.
Juno's mouth set into a very undiplomatic frown and Barbara, decided the best move was to jump in with an apologetic smile, before thing got ugly, "I'm very sorry, Nicky. We don't want to hurt you, and even if you don't believe us, I want you to know that I want to help, even if it's only in helping you feel better, as that may be the only thing I really can do. I'm not very powerful, and have no influence over what happens in the Netherworld. But I'm a woman that knows you want to talk to someone, and if that's all I can really do, I want to be a person you can talk to.
"My name is Barbara, and I knew your father under rather unflattering circumstances. But after I saw you today, I knew that he had to be different, and the only reason that he would have been different is if you changed him. This is my husband, Adam, and this is Juno, our caseworker, who actually worked with your father at one time. Now will you please talk to us?" Adam watched both his wife, whose voice was gentle and heart-felt, and Nicky, whose face lost its ferocity, replaced be a quiet, almost child- like expression that watched his wife in wonder and thoughtfulness, as he looked on in astonishment, then smiles. 'And this is why I have no problem spending an eternity or two with this woman.' He thought to himself, eyes carefully watching his wife.
Nicky stood up, lips parted in thoughtful silence. If she was planning on saying anything, it was suddenly interrupted by a boisterous pounding at the door, beat out almost to the tune of a melody. Recognition passed over her features, and she ran to the door, quickly opening it, as Juno, Barbara, and Adam got off the couch to see who it was. Three ghost teens stood on the porch, worried eyes set on Nicky. A long moment of silence passed before the three started talking at once, babbling in a frenzy of vexation.
"Nicky, are you okay?"
"We just found out and rushed over to see if you were alright!"
"You were alive? Are you still, or what happened?"
"I can't believe they did that to your Dad. Cripes, what the hell do they think they're doing?!"
"Are you okay?!"
She ushered them into the house silently and they crowded into the foyer, gathering closely around her. Her face was soft, green eyes extremely bright and the ranting ceased in a sudden snap. "Nicky?" A tall young man in boots and a ripped up tank top stepped forward, moss green hair half covering his dark eyes. She lifted her eyes to him, mouth trembling and then threw herself against him, hands fisting in his tank as she covered it in tears and mascara. He sighed, and hugged her, while the other boy and girl pressed against the two, holding them tight in a huge group hug.
After a long moment, they separated, leading Nicky to the couch. She rubbed at her dirty face, only managing to smear it further. The girl, who had bright pink hair pulled into a pair of pigtails, hurried into the bathroom to get her some tissues, using them to wipe off Nicky's messy face. "I just don't get it." The girl mused quietly, rubbing forcefully to get the last bit of mascara off. "Where you really alive? Or. are you still?" Nicky shook her head, settling back onto the cushions.
"I was when I first came here. But. I really don't think I am. I mean, it's really weird, since it took me 82 years to look like this." She motioned to her pale skin and dark eyes vaguely. "But now it's like I am, and I think I am. I just don't understand why it took me so long to do it, and why it took me that long to look like I'm only about 19 years old."
"It's probably just your living body's natural reactions to being in the Land of the Dead." Juno, who'd only been watching everything silently with Barbara and Adam, spoke up now, stepping closer as she addressed the green- eyed woman. "There really aren't any examples of where someone that was still living managed to stay in the Netherworld long enough to see what would happen to them, as they usually only get here by accident and then are immediately sent back. It makes the most sense, at any rate. Your body was here, but your spirit was caught somewhere between the Netherworld and Limbo, the place between the world of the living and the world of the dead."
She stepped closer, examining her closely. "And I think. that your spirit slowly moved from Limbo to your body here, which would allow it to slowly age, as well as allow you to grow more and more dead. And it feels like the transfer's finally complete, by the feel of you. Has anything happened recently that sounds like that?"
Nicky blinked, then nodded quickly, eyes wide in astonishment. "Yeah, actually. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was out on the roof and it suddenly, I felt really light and then there was a bright light, and I must've blacked out. And when I woke up, I.. felt whole, I guess." She blinked again. "That makes sense, then, doesn't it?"
Juno nodded in agreement. "And if that happened a couple of weeks ago, then the office that handled souls entering the Netherworld would've noticed you for the first time. And they would've contacted the authorities about the incident. Which in turn somehow led to them coming to conclusions and coming here to arrest Beetlejuice. Although that part still has me puzzled, as I don't know how they could know that, but. Well, can you tell us everything and maybe we'll be coming to some sort of conclusion?"
"Okay, but I've got a question. Why didn't anyone notice when I first got to the Netherworld?"
Juno's gray eyebrows furrowed in thought. "How old were you?"
"Umm, four, I think." She pushed back her long purple bangs with her black- painted nails.
"It's very possible that it's only because you were so young, and not very strong, therefore not making you very noticeable at all. If anyone noticed anything, they probably thought you were just a little spirit and nothing more. And as you got older and stronger, your spirit in the Netherworld grew just enough to mask the fact that you were sill somewhat alive."
"Well, I didn't get any of that." Nicky's friend with the green hair spoke up, one eyebrow raised in question.
The pigtailed girl gave his arm a friendly slap, rolling her eyes. "That's because you're stupid. Don't worry; we'll explain it all to you later. In small words."
"And with visuals. I mean PICTURES. Y'know, those things that depict things with the color and." The other boy, who had short brown hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt snickered as the other reached over and smacked him over the head.
"Shut up Jack. I KNOW what they are."
Nicky laughed softly, quickly gaining the attention of every individual in the room. Her three friends all smiled, and the boys sat down on either side of her, with the girl settled down on the carpet, her head resting against the green-haired boy's knee. "Oh, I guess I need to introduce everyone, don't I?" Nicky reprimanded herself, a little smile still gracing her dark lips. Her hand rested on the boy in the tank top's muscled arm, "This is Logan, and this is Jack." She motioned to the other boy, and then her fingers touched the other girl's bright hair. "And this is Hildi. They're my best friends, band mates, and the rest of my family."
"Damned straight." Hildi added with a big grin.
"And this is Adam, Barbara and Juno. They know my Dad."
"This is such crap about your Dad." Logan interjected. "I mean, cripes, where the hell did they come up with the load of bull?"
"They didn't know the whole story, and they just filled up all those huge gaps with what they assumed was right." Nicky's expression grew dark. "You know, I really don't know how I got here exactly. I was a kid, and just woke up one morning in the Netherworld. We could never figure it out, and I told Dad that I didn't want to go back. there. Cripes." She gripped her slender hands together, staring at the floor steadily.
"Nicky?" Jack touched her arm attentively.
"I lived in an abusive home when I was a kid. And one night I just ran out of the house and kept on going until I was too tired to run anymore. I fell asleep in and when I woke up, I was on my Dad's front lawn." She told them everything, moving through the years and all the things she'd shared with her adopted parent. Her face was gentle again as she relayed past experiences, up to the present. Through it all, Jack, Logan and Hildi were quiet but supportive, taking turns to give her hugs and all watching her intently, hanging onto every word. The adults in the room stood the entire time, not saying anything to each other, only watching and listening completely.
Once Nicky had finished, she sank completely into the cushions, eyes half closed in exhaustion. Juno stepped close to her, regarding her with an almost soft but serious expression. "Nicky, I'm going to help you." Nicky sat up a bit, eyes fixed on the old ghost's face. "I promise, I'll do everything I can, and then some."
The young woman's smile was full of gratitude and she cuddled against the couch and Jack's side. "Thank you." With the simple words, her eyes slipped shut and she was out like a light.
"Man, she's asleep." Jack said softly, touching her slack face gently.
"Here, gimme." Logan leaned over, gently slipping his arms under her body and picking her up. He walked off, Jack and Hildi close behind. Again, Adam, Barbara and Juno followed, watching as Hildi pulled down the covers of what must've been Nicky's bed and Logan set her down. The pigtailed ghost carefully untied and slipped Nicky's combat boots off, placing them at the bottom of the bed, and Jack pulled the blankets up to her chin. They quietly filed out of the room, walking out into the living room with the adults.
"Well, I need to get going. I have to go see someone." Juno stated, walking to the front door. "C'mon, I'll get you two a room to stay in." She nodded to Barbara and Adam and then fixed her eyes on Nicky's extended family.
"You're really going to help?" Logan questioned seriously.
"You're someone important, aren't you?" Hildi asked softly, eyes wide.
Juno nodded, "Yes to both. This requires my attention in more than one way, for plenty of reasons, and I'll be doing everything I can to help your friend. And now, we need to go. For now, take good care of her; She's at an especially sensitive stage."
"That explains the mood swings." Jack said with a thoughtful nod. "And don't worry, we were planning on taking care of her anyway."
They all walked out of the house together, Logan last to make sure the door was locked and shut. They went their separate ways, with Juno leading Barbara and Adam back to the city, where she arranged a room for hem. After that, she walked to the city's jail, where there was someone she needed to talk to quite urgently.
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"Babbling in a frenzy of vexation". See, that's what you get when you pull our your trusty thesaurus and just go ker-RAZY with it. Or maybe it was just from listening to too much techno. o.O Oh, and thanks bunches of oats for all the reviews! Ah feel da loooooove!!!!! So next chapter, I finally get back to BJ (I know, I know, 'bout time, right? ^^())
Pruning a Monkey,
Kichara
