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Stand off at the Wishing Well is a three part beginning to We Wear the Mask, and there will be parts from everyone's point of view.
Evie, Jay, Gil, Deez (OC), Carlos, T (also OC), Uma, Harry, Mal, and then another from T and Jay.
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Why?
Why did it always come to this?
Evie winces as the two leaders exchange snappy insults, their faces mere inches apart as they vent their anger.
And oh, was it anger.
She was surprised the two weren't spitting on each other as they yelled and shouted to be heard.
Just seeing the two like this made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Like the entire clearing was charged with negative energy.
Mal and Uma were famous for their hatred of each other.
But today was-
She frowns as the two fall into a tense staring contest.
Which was somehow just as terrifying as their yelling match.
Seriously. The two had icy stares of death down.
It was enough to make her jealous.
Without their back and forth to hold her attention, she lets her focus wander.
No matter how hard she tried, she found herself drawn to the old well standing between their gangs.
The midpoint, so to speak.
It was one of her favorite places here on the Isle.
It wasn't Auradon nice by any means, but it was still relatively quiet and away from town.
Picturesque.
The grey of the petrified forest surrounding them could almost be a magical mist if you squinted.
Not that she could risk a wrinkle for something as dumb as pretend magic fog.
But once Deez described something, it was hard to let the image go.
And the way she talked about this place made it sound like something from a royal fairytale.
The little Demi goddess could make anything sound beautiful, even a crumbling, dirty, mold-covered well surrounded by dead things.
A wishing well, she called it.
A place where anything could happen.
But this place didn't feel beautiful today.
Didn't have that peace she treasured.
Wishing well indeed.
She winces as another round of sharp curses echoes off the rotten and petrified trees surrounding them.
Why?
Why was this Mal and Uma's answer to the rumors?
The thought of Deez hanging out with Atilla and Cora-
Cora was insane as her mother, the Queen of Hearts. Everyone knew that and avoided dealing with her as much as possible.
And Atilla?
If even half the rumors were true, he was truly bloodthirsty and power-hungry.
Just like his father, Shan Yu.
A shiver runs down her spine.
That was one original villain no one dared to defy.
Even if Deez did decide to write about the other two gang leaders, she knew the tiny girl would never be that direct.
Ball of raging flame or not.
She turns as Carlos inches closer to her.
He was also tense.
Nervous.
And why shouldn't they be nervous?
How was putting the daughter of Hades on the spot like this going to be helpful to any of their situations?
She chews her bottom lip nervously before reprimanding herself.
What would her mother say if she came home with chewed-up lips?
She sighs as she looks around once more, her gaze seeking Jay.
His stony calmness was usually a balm for her when they got caught up in these nerve-wracking standoffs.
And there he was, looking unfazed as he stood behind Mal, stuck in a staring contest with a strangely equally silent Harry.
Jay.
Mal's second.
Cool and collected as always.
As long as you didn't know him.
Which she did.
She saw the tight set of his jaw as he kept constant surveillance of their surroundings.
Ever the protector.
But it was more.
She could see the veins in his arms bulging; the one in his neck was so bright against his darker skin she could see the blueish color more than twenty feet away.
How he kept constant surveillance of their surroundings.
He wasn't fairing much better.
Her hand twitches as she fights the urge to grab Carlos' hand.
Mal would be livid if she showed that much weakness in front of the other gang.
Instead, she turns her attention to the two leaders, wincing once more as they continue to hurl insults.
Everything seemed fine in the beginning.
When they'd first arrived at the well.
Mal and Uma hadn't even looked at each other.
But then Mal made a snarky comment about Gil collecting Deez.
In all honesty, she couldn't claim to know much about Uma's other silent bodyguard, but Mal's implication that Gil wasn't the best choice to bring Deez made her cringe.
All hell had broken loose after that.
This was stupid.
Jay's hand fists under the cover of his crossed arms.
Just so stupid.
He knew-
Told!
He told Mal she couldn't stay cool around Uma.
But noooooo-
Mal had to prove she could handle anything.
Impress her mother.
Like any of their parents actually cared about these gang problems.
Why did it always have to come down to Deez?
The infuriatingly cheerful, tiny, hot-headed, pale-ass know-it-all was going to lose it over this.
He quickly covers a grimace by sneering.
And he wouldn't have it in him to blame her.
Or be pissed when she ran off.
As strange as it was, he could tell he wasn't the only one stewing.
Harry.
Mr. I'm such hot shit look at my fake drunk ass wield a sword.
On an Isle of masks and reputations, Harry certainly took the most interesting approach.
He glares when the frosted blue eyes level on him.
What had been the point of them?
Their hard reached agreement?
Their pact to work together and keep an eye on Deez.
Set aside their loyalties.
Risk Mal and Uma finding out.
Mal would certainly be out for his blood if she found out about this, no matter what his intentions were.
He could only imagine the shrimpy captain would be the same with Harry.
Harry seemed deep in the feels over it-
-then again, what wasn't the passionate pirate deep in feels over?
Still, he knew how much the Wharf Rats-
He pauses, hesitant to even think the word around Mal.
Around anyone.
His eyes darted to his short leader, assuring himself she was preoccupied before they returned to Harry's intense gaze.
Cared.
How much they cared for Deez.
The small Demi goddess was Uma's blood. So distantly or not, she claimed Deez as family.
Mal, on the other hand-
Her motivation to pull Deez into their gang was more Maleficent-centered.
He hated it.
Even with the interest in Deez shifting since school became a thing, it was stupid to remember how it started.
And that was what he and Harry brought to that first awkward-ass meeting.
It had not been an easy truce, but they managed.
Got messages secretly to each other with none the wiser.
Especially their leaders.
His teeth grit and ache under the pressure of his bite.
Seriously, how had a rumor ruined all their hard work?
He tilts his head at a small movement behind him, angling himself just enough so he can catch a glance of Evie and Carlos.
Evie looked perfectly wicked, as always.
The girl could bitch face better than Mal, not that he would ever be the one to point that out.
But Carlos-
Though his eyes were hardened and his arms were crossed over his chest defiantly, his freckles were stark on his face.
Hopefully he would be the only one to notice.
Mal was in a fucking mood, and a talking to in that state would be bad for Carlos.
Thinking of bad though...
He sweeps the clearing once more, though this time he searches the shadows tangled between all the gnarled black and grey branches of the burned petrified forest.
Try as he might, he couldn't catch a shadow out of place.
He frowns at the clenching in his stomach.
Was he disappointed?
Did he actually want that little green-eyed knife-wielding urchin to be here?
Maybe he was just curious to see what side T would end up supporting.
Other than this whole thing being stupid.
Maybe Deez wouldn't be fooled.
Or, since Mal and Uma seemed incapable of shutting up, maybe she'd hear the fight and take off.
He'd deal with her later.
Or Harry would, depending on where Deez ran.
The hope dies as fast as it had been born when Mal and Uma, in mirrored synchronization, stomp a foot and turn their heads away from each other.
And then… Nothing
Just a heavy silence hanging over everyone gathered around this stupid well.
He and Harry grimace at the same time.
Why, in the middle of this chaos, did he almost smile at the thought of being on the same page as Harry?
Stupid.
Orders were orders.
Even when he didn't like the orders, he still had to follow them.
And he didn't.
Like these.
Gil smiles despite his dark mood when he looks down to see the crown of Deez's white and blue hair.
She was just so tiny!
He wasn't big and strong like his older brothers and dad.
They called him Runt.
Stupid Runt.
Weak.
He closes his eyes as he runs his hand over his cap.
And he was.
Why else would he be walking Deez into shark-infested waters?
He swallows his sigh.
He should've argued.
Should've told Uma how stupid this was.
Or, at the very least, tried to say no.
Uma might have backed down.
He hated upsetting Deez.
She was always so kind to him.
Patient and calming.
Passionate and stubborn.
Despite the way he'd treated her when he first met her.
Dedicated.
Honest-
And not in a mean way.
If there was ever someone who didn't deserve to be here, it was Deez-
And here he was about to feed her to the sharks.
Not that Uma would ever mean to hurt Deez-
-but with her arch-enemy there…
It wasn't looking too good.
He loved Uma.
He wasn't supposed to, but he did.
Love her.
She picked him.
Him.
Over his brothers.
The runt.
Still, he was disappointed.
Uma was always talking about family.
Their family.
The one she made with him, Harry, and Deez.
Their real family, because their other families sucked.
Even if Deez never joined them on the Revenge.
She was already theirs.
So, why did it matter if she was friends with both gangs?
Even if the stupid rumors were true-
Which he was pretty sure they weren't-
-she would've brought it up to one of them by now.
She never liked sending her letters without someone telling her it was good.
It was like Mal didn't know her at all.
And was paranoid.
Deez almost never talked about the Rottens to him, but when she did, it was usually about how Mal didn't trust her.
She always looked so frustrated when she said it, like she was trying to find a way to change it.
"You know," Deez jumps in front of him and starts walking backward with a grin, "I get your whole thing is the big bad silent guard, but you're not usually this quiet when we hang out."
He chuckles at her stiff impersonation of big and bad.
It didn't suit her.
She was so tiny.
Good.
It was cute.
"Yeah." He rubs the back of his head as his eyes drop to the ground.
Jerk.
He was such a jerk.
Such a dumb, dumb, stupid jerk.
"Uh," He stumbles over himself, "I- um," he sighs as he hangs his head, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" She tilts her head to the side, "Why are you sorry?"
"Um," He runs his hand over his cap again.
"You okay? You're um," Her nose scrunches as she trails off before she shrugs and continues, "acting weird?"
"Am I?" He chuckles tightly.
Idiot.
"I mean," He holds out his hands, "I'm jus' nervous."
Not a lie.
Deez frowns before she steps away, her arms twisting behind her back as she bites her lip, "Oh. Sorry."
He tilts his head slightly, "Why?" He follows her curiously.
"I didn't mean to burn the coach, he was just-"
"You-" His eyes widen before he grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her closer as he bends to her level. "I'm sorry." He knocks their foreheads together.
He knew how much she hated it.
Hated her fire.
Hated her strength.
Hated hurting people.
He got that.
He hated it too.
Everyone was always so angry.
Violent.
Why?
He hated seeing others bleed.
Bruised.
Or cry.
He hated it more when he was the one who caused it.
Hated reputations.
Having to hurt others to stay on top.
"I knew you were all going to hear about it sooner or later. I just-," she shakes her head before she pulls back slightly, "and I should have told Uma. but I-"
"Deez." He pouts, "It's okay. I ain't mad or nothin'." He shakes his head, "An' Uma won't be neither." He states with conviction.
She looks up at him with glassy blue eyes in her pure snow face before she looks away, "I- I hate making you nervous. I saw the way the others looked at me after, but you? Uma and Harry? I hardly ever get to see you guys anyways."
Wait-
What?
Was that what she thought was-
"No." He grins boyishly as he pulls her back at arm's length, "I ain't nervous of you." He shakes his head, "Jus'-" He swallows, "It's not fair."
"Is it ever?" Deez asks with a small smile.
"No." He breathes out as something heavy settles over him.
Fair.
Stupid.
What was fair about anything here?
Nothing.
Pain?
Sadness?
Hurt.
That's what they had lots of.
"Come on," Deez stretches up on her toes to pat his back, "We're close to the well you asked about. It's one of my favorite places to go when I need to think."
"Yeah," He nods in defeat, "I- I'm, well. Yeah."
Deez giggles before she skips ahead of him, easily moving between the grey trunks of trees.
He drops his head as he follows behind her.
Great.
Ruin.
They were about to ruin one of her favorite places.
And he helped.
"At least you aren't stuck on the night watch." Deez grins as she hangs from a branch, kicking her legs back and forth to swing over a fallen tree.
Hmmph.
He wished he was on night watch right now.
It hadn't been so bad since he started whittling.
He can't help his small smile.
Dagger.
The guy who helped him save a kitten and later patched him up.
It was still kind of weird, since no one outside of their family was like that.
No one helped each other, not without wanting something.
But Dagger was different-
Sure, strange.
His eyes narrow.
Okay, very strange.
-but, he was a nice type of different.
And the only person outside his family he could call a friend.
He looks up into the empty branches above them curiously.
Dagger was drawn to trouble, and this meeting was nothing but trouble.
"What isn't fair?" Deez asks as she turns back to watch him, "You never said, and maybe I can help."
He drops his eyes with a shrug, "Pickin'." He mumbles.
"Picking wha-ooph."
He looks up in time to see Deez bounce off a tree to land on the ground.
"Deez," he rushes to her, "Are you okay?"
"It jumped in front of me," Deez grumbles as she pulls her knees to her chest.
"Did it?" He turns to glare at the tree. "Rude."
He smiles when Deez laughs and helps her to her feet.
Good.
Laughing wasn't dot-connecting.
And he really didn't want her to figure this out before he got her to the well.
At least he didn't think he did.
He takes her hand and squeezes it before he reluctantly starts guiding her to the clearing.
Mostly to keep her from crashing into another tree.
Demi-goddess or not, she was still a girl.
And men should always protect girls.
It was hard to take her eyes off of Gil's big hand around her small one.
His tan skin next to her chalk white.
She liked the difference, like when Uma held her hand.
It was some kind of beautiful, but she still couldn't figure out the best way to describe it.
She just liked it.
She rolls her lips together before she looks up.
Something was bothering Gil.
Eating at him.
Putting him on edge.
Was that why he wanted to go to the well?
Talk.
Something about this was starting to feel off, or maybe she was picking up on Gil's weird mood.
She bites her lip as she drops her gaze to their hands again.
He wasn't afraid of her.
He should be; she wasn't in full control of her fire yet.
Not yet.
She was getting better though.
It was the only reason she refused to come out of her catacombs for weeks.
She needed time.
Time to force herself to practice.
To learn to control the fire that always seemed to burn just beneath her skin, waiting for her to drop her guard.
To lose control.
To burn.
And she had.
She'd failed.
Again.
She grimaces. She could just hear her father's mocking.
Telling her how mortal she was.
How weak.
Useless.
A broken key.
Tears well in her eyes.
To cuffs.
The cuffs.
Her purpose.
Her one chance of making her father proud of her.
Maybe even love her?
She just had to break the cuffs keeping him stuck here.
And she couldn't.
Not yet.
Worthless.
A waste of time and space.
Slightly above a worm, but only just.
Who could love something like a worm that couldn't even do what it was made for?
Something that was broken?
She blinks away the blur.
Was that why she liked the sight of her hand in Gil's?
Because he made her feel like she was worth something?
He always said she was part of the family.
Uma's family.
But she wasn't.
She couldn't be.
Not really.
Pirates.
Pirates that lived at the docks.
On a ship.
Near the Chip Shop.
And she-
She was made of fire and broken things.
She would never belong with her pirates, no matter how much she wanted to.
Refused to destroy Uma's pride and joy.
Her prize.
How long had Uma sought a way to have a ship?
Her own command?
She told Uma once, only months ago though it felt like forever ago, that it would kill her to be the reason she lost her dream.
And now she knew she could die.
She shudders at the memories of the tentacles around her.
Forcing her beneath the frigid waves.
The blackness that burned through her.
And then her father's anger at having to put so much work into her.
Saving her.
How embarrassed she'd been.
Ashamed.
She was stronger.
Faster.
But Ursula-
It all happened so fast.
She wipes her free hand across her face.
The last thing she wanted to do was worry Gil.
Especially with him already being so wound up.
There had to be something she could do to help him feel better.
Maybe she could ask Pain and Panic how the crab apples were doing.
Gil loved tarts.
She loved baking them.
Sometimes, on her bad days, she was convinced it was the only reason he liked her.
Why any of them liked her.
Because she could do one helpful thing with her fire.
Well, that wasn't completely true.
She loved playing with sand.
Making glass.
Art.
Gifts to be given as apologies.
For messing up.
For when she lost it, and her fire flared.
Scaring them.
Another reminder that she wasn't normal.
Didn't fit in.
A misfit.
A monster.
"Sorry," Gil whispers as he squeezes her hand one last time before it slips from hers.
Her head whips up to stare at him in horror.
Had she said that out loud?
"Sorry?"
He grimaces as he takes her by her shoulder and, with a heavy sigh, guides her into the clearing.
Oh.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the two groups circling the well.
What could have Mal and Uma in the same clearing?
Their gangs?
Picking?
She closes her eyes.
Gil said picking wasn't fair.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd always known that one day she was going to have to choose one group or the other.
Or would be forced.
But today?
Now?
Why? What changed?
She takes a deep breath.
It was cool.
Everything was cool.
Cool. Cool. Cool.
"Oh."
At least they were working together?
The worst possible way for her, but working together was a step in the right direction.
Gil looks away, his face red as his mouth opens and closes several times.
"I-" He winces as he rubs the back of his neck.
She already missed the feeling of his hand.
The comfort of someone being brave enough to touch her.
She sighs and takes a cautious step away from him, "It's okay. I- I get it."
The look on his face when he looked back at her made her chest hurt.
He didn't believe her.
"Orders are orders, I know."
Which was what hurt so much.
Uma ordered him.
It was the only thing that made sense.
"Sorry," he drops his eyes.
"I know."
Orders.
That's just what happened when you joined a gang.
Even if you don't like something, you do it.
Because orders.
Stupid, backward orders.
"Deez." Uma greets coolly as she flexes her hands into and out of fists.
"D." Mal greets at the same time before the two leaders share another nasty look.
"Hey, guys. Funny seeing you all out here." She greets, hanging back as Gil runs over to join Uma and Harry. "So, what's up? Must be wicked huge to get you all to stand so close without swords."
Might as well just get this over.
They had reasons.
There were always reasons.
The gangs didn't do anything without reason.
At least Uma and Mal didn't.
"It's time to choose D," Mal states confidently. "You're you, you knew this day was coming. You can't keep bouncing between the two of us." She glares, "comin' an' goin' as you please."
"Why not?" She asks as she walks over to the well and sits, "I'm not involved in the territory war. I'm a Hades."
And everyone knew that the god stayed out of the fighting. Squabbling for scraps was beneath them.
She never argued against it, the excuse suited her just fine, but the truth was she simply hated fighting and the idea that she'd have to follow orders.
She liked being able to come and go.
It was easier to write when no one cared where you were.
"Shrimpy was bad enough," Mal scowls, "But Atilla an' Cora? Seriously D?"
Her brow furrows in confusion, "Atilla and Cora, what?"
Uma eyes her curiously.
"Don't act dumb," Mal snaps as she juts her hip, "I know they've been sniffin' your toga."
She tilts her head and looks down at the faded grey dress.
Sniffing?
"Don't call her dumb," Uma snaps back.
"I'm sorry, was I talkin' to you fish face? No. I didn't think so." Mal glares back.
"Oh, spare me ya stupid newt." Uma scoffs.
"Can we not name call?" She rolls her eyes.
Like this wasn't already hard enough.
"Why? Poor baby can't handle it?" Mal mocks.
Uma snorts, "Seriously, Deez?" She lifts her brow. "Them? Well," She eyes the rest of Mal's gang, "her?"
She closes her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Mal and Uma had so much in common.
If they could ever get past this bitter pettiness, things would be so much better.
Friendlier.
Which was just as much a pipe dream as her letters to the King of Auradon.
"Tch," Mal crosses her arms, "Puh-lease, don't act like your any better. Callin' her family an' then lettin' her drown like that? Great job. Fittin' in real-"
Uma growls as she lunges at Mal.
"That's not what happened!" She shouts as she jumps up and rushes to stand between Mal and Uma.
If the two started throwing punches-
She looks around the clearing.
-the others would have to get involved.
And there was no way she was going to let that happen.
"Like you would know as dead-" Mal rolls her eyes.
"Shut up!" Uma snarls.
"What?" Mal laughs wickedly, "Too close to the truth?"
She flinches away from Mal.
She'd never told anyone about that.
And no one at the Chip Shop believed she died.
Her father saw to that.
Just another way he made sure no one thought he was weak.
"Hardly," Uma's eyes flash dangerously. "An' who the hell are you? You only care about her cause your momma is makin' you. You don't actually care about her."
"Ow." She knew, of course, but hearing Uma say it out loud hurt more than she would have believed.
"Care?" Mal's face scrunches in disgust. "Of course not. I don't care about anyone."
Right.
She bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder to the rest of her gang.
To Jay, the ever-faithful second.
Evie, the truest of princesses this place had to offer.
And Carlos, the smartest person she knew besides Yensid.
Mal could deny it all she wanted-
And she understood; she really did.
Mal was the big leader of the gangs.
The daughter of Maleficent, leader of the Isle of the Lost.
Everyone looked to her for the next big thing.
Everyone was willing to do whatever it took to take her out.
So Mal could deny she cared about anyone, but she knew the truth.
"Oh, problem solved then. If ya don't care about her," Uma lays a hand on her shoulder possessively, "obviously, she's mine."
Mal smirks, "Only if she never wants to see C or E again. Cause this-" she gestures between all of them, "ain't workin' for me any more than," she turns to her, "I don't trust you to go around unclaimed."
"Real nice," Uma rolls her eye.
"This ain't 'bout bein' nice." Mal snaps. "It's 'bout gettin' her to finally pledge to one of us."
"Seriously, Mal?" Uma snorts, "This is your best attempt at gettin' my Baby Girl ta join ya?"
"Yours, huh?" Mal lifts her brow, "A bit quick on the draw there, ain't ya?"
Her neck was actually starting to hurt from looking between the leaders.
They were talking so fast she couldn't get a word in anymore.
Uma-
Uma didn't seem to be pressing her.
Claiming her, yeah.
But she always claimed her as family.
"Damn right I am," Uma stands up straighter. "She's mine."
No threats.
No demands.
Just possessive.
Passionately possessive.
"An' she knows I'd never hold mine above her head." She finishes.
She bites her lip as she turns to stare at Harry and Gil.
Uma's family.
It hadn't been an easy start, but now?
She couldn't imagine her life without them.
Without Uma.
When Harry and Gil don't look at her, she turns back to the other side.
But Jay was still staring dead at Harry.
Like the two were locked in some secret, silent conversation.
Weird.
Evie and Carlos didn't seem able to take their eyes off Mal's back with the barest hints of worry.
This was impossible.
Her heart was slamming against her ribs as Mal and Uma continued bickering over her.
Why?
Why was Mal doing this?
And why was Uma going along with it?
She was missing something.
Something big.
She huffs.
Something she should be able to see.
Where was her dot-connecting now?
She jumps when she catches blue flames out of the corner of her eye, swatting Uma's hand away as she backs off.
No.
No, no-no-no.
She was not freaking out over this.
She was fine.
Everything was cool.
Cool.
Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.
She could handle a bit of bickering.
Bickering between two people she respected.
Two people she cared about.
Two people she knew cared about her.
Right?
They had to care.
Whatever changed, whatever made Mal angry-
There was a reason.
There had to be.
She read people.
It's what she did.
Had always been able to do.
She takes a deep breath before she holds up her flaming hands, "Why did you-"
"Stay out of it," Both leaders snap, barely paying her any mind.
Clearly intent on their petty back and forth.
Stay. Out. Of. It.
She bites her tongue.
Why had Mal mentioned Atilla and Cora?
She doubted she was going to find out from them.
Which-
Why?
Why bother to even bring her in on a discussion about her future?
Her freedom?
Clearly, their fighting was more important than her answer.
Her choice.
Pick Uma, who promised her a family and the pain of failure when she inevitably burned the ship, permanently destroying any hope of the open sea and freedom for the pirates she adored.
Or pick Mal, who offered her the chance to go to school and the ability to maintain relationships with Evie and Carlos?
And Jay, if she was being honest.
If she didn't pick Mal, Jay wouldn't talk to her anymore either.
Just the thought makes her chest ache.
They'd just had a moment, not that long ago.
Jay was worried about her. Hugged her. Convinced her to go back to school.
Avoid crypts class and Coach Clayton, but return.
He'd been as much as an older brother to her as Harry.
How could she ever possibly choose between the people she cared for most?
Nothing is ever fair.
Hadn't she just told Gil that?
No wonder he looked sick.
She stomps her foot.
Annoyed.
Frustrated.
What was the point of her being here?
To watch Uma and Mal tear each other apart?
"I'm done!" She snaps as she turns away.
This was stupid.
Pointless.
"I don't think so, Princess," Mal snaps, "We're here because of you. Do you have any idea how much hell you put us through walking around unclaimed? How much of a pain in the-"
Uma growls, "You shut the fuck up right now!"
"Why? It's the truth an' you know it." Mal huffs, "What's the point in coddling her?"
"I ain't coddlin' her!" Uma shoots back. "I jus' ain't forcin' her-"
"Oh don't act like you aren't on my level? Why the fuck else would you agree to this." She places a fist to her hip.
"If me being here is so damn important-"
"The adults were talkin'," Mal cuts her off.
Adults?
"Don't talk ta her like that." Uma glares.
"Why?" Mal scoffs, "Cause the itty baby can't handle it?"
Baby?
Handle?
She can't handle-
It surprises her when she starts laughing.
And can't stop.
A/N
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