Part 66

"Are you sure I can't help?" Brooke asked politely even as she stole a raw slice of carrot from a bowl Deb was lifting towards a pot of boiling water on the cooker.

Deb chuckled as she dumped the rest of the carrots in. "No Brooke. Thank you for the offer though."

Brooke shrugged still glancing around as Nathan's mom went back to preparing dinner.

The older woman had tried talking to her about the news article but Brooke had just brushed it off. Debbie Scott was one of the few people who not only couldn't stand Brooke's mom, but had actually called her on her behaviour with Brooke growing up. It never had an effect other than for Victoria to stop letting Brooke have Nathan over to the house. She'd claimed it was because young girls wouldn't look 'proper' having boys over so often, and that she wouldn't want Brooke dealing with 'talk'.

Brooke had just turned that around on Victoria and spent even more of her time over at Peyton's. It had to be okay to spend all her time with a girl then, she'd told her mother.

Brooke grinned thinking back on that time of her life, yes she and Nathan had drifted but her and Peyton couldn't have been closer. And now she had Nathan back, and Haley now, and the baby too, so overall Brooke had to call that a win for her.

It was sad, Brooke thought, that her mother seemed to take such pleasure in trying to control her life, even now, when her parents had so easily left her behind while they went off in search of the next pot of gold. Her mother had always been obsessed with having a husband who could provide her with everything she could ever want. But in the end what did that really get her? Brooke's father spent more time at work or networking with guys 'in the know' that Brooke was sure he didn't even know her birthday had past just like her mother hadn't. Victoria had even lost track of when Brooke had inherited from the Montgomery estate as the sole beneficiary. It wasn't billions by any stretch of the imagination, actually less than 3 million to be more accurate, some of which was in tied up in stocks that she didn't plan on touching, but it meant Brooke never had to go to her parents now for anything.

At the time, she and Peyton hadn't been speaking and so it hadn't felt like a cause for celebration, she'd grown up seeing just what having money got you, it meant nothing if you didn't have love, meaningful relationships, hopes, dreams, and aspirations to strive for.

She only had to look at her mother's life for proof of that.

Brooke almost snorted into the glass of juice Deb had just handed her thinking that. There was no way she'd ever become like Victoria.

"You okay there?" Deb asks, looking a little concerned.

Brooke smiled. "Yeah, just thinking."

"About?" Debbie asked as she sat down as well. She just had to put the pies into the oven half way through dinner and that would be the last of her cooking done for dinner.

Brooke shrugged not sure if she could explain. "How do you deal with it?" She asked finally.

"With what?"

"Over pushy parents." Brooke replied. "Or, more, dealing with them wanting something from you that you don't want for yourself."

Deb hummed, thinking on that. And Brooke took another drink, not sure trying to understand her mother better would do her any good.

"Well, I'm sure you know my parents never approved of Dan?"

Brooke nodded, thinking that no sane parent would have, but she kept that to herself.

"So, I can look at how my relationship changed with them because of that, and then I look at Nathan and see how little I've played in who he's become." Deb paused at that, it being her biggest regret to date. She heard Brooke gasp and saw the look of sympathy, she reached over and squeezed Brooke's hand for a moment before withdrawing. "Seeing it from both sides, all I can tell you is that the worst mistake a parent can make is to put their own issues on to the shoulder of their children. It's cruel, and hurts both parties."

Brooke nodded quietly, hearing the pain clearly in Deb's voice as she spoke. "That wasn't really you though." She added softly.

"No, but I never tried hard enough to stop Dan either."

Brooke sighed, looking down at her now empty glass. The difference between her and Nathan was that Nate had a parent that wanted to be better than they had been.

"It shouldn't hurt, because I know what she's like…but it does, even when I know she hasn't changed, she always has an agenda, always." Brooke said, angry with herself because she did still care.

"Maybe you should stop thinking that she'll change and maybe one day she'll surprize you. I know Nathan never expected me to sort myself out, but look at me now, he and Haley are living here and things couldn't be any more different than they were just a few months ago." Deb offered Brooke a smile. "People can change Brooke."

"I just thought, after…" Brooke lifted her hand helplessly.

Deb knew what Brooke didn't say, if her own mother couldn't find it in her to care about Brooke after she had been raped and almost killed, when would she? "I'm sorry Brooke."

Brooke shrugged, it wasn't Deb's fault Victoria Davis was a cold hearted bitch.

They both fell silent for a long time but it was eventually broken by a timer going off.

"Ah!" Debbie said getting up and going to the oven where her chickens were waiting to be taken out for resting.

"Okay well I'm all done in here." Deb said getting the first one out and onto the cutting board. "Why don't you go see what Haley and Peyton are up to, or maybe find out where those boys have disappeared to?" Deb asked. "Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.

Brooke got up, giving Nathan's mom a smile of thanks for being a good listener, and headed out. The idea of spending a few minutes alone with Peyton right now was very appealing.

Maybe she'd even manage to sneak a kiss or two out of the blonde before they had to deal with a full table of looks and questions.

Out in the hallway she paused listening as Skills' distinctive voice yelled out in distress followed by cheers and cat-calls lead by Nathan's deep vocals. She rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs.

"Hey."

Haley smiled at Brooke as they paused on the stairs, her hand gripping the banister to keep her balanced with the added weight she was carrying. "Hey, the guys still playing games?"

Just as Brooke opened her mouth to answer another cheer rang out, this time obviously Nathan getting the upper hand.

Both girls laughed and Haley rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a yes." Haley shook her head and started down the rest of the stairs. "Let me get them to put the game away and we can sit down for dinner."

"Okay, be down in a bit." Brooke muttered continuing up and along the corridor. She checked the guest room first but finding that empty she wandered back along the hallway and spotted the nursery door open and peaked inside. Peyton was sat against the wall at the far end of the room, ear buds in sketching onto a pad she had propped up against her knee.

Peyton looked up as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and pulled one of her buds out. "Hey!" She smiled at Brooke as she came over and sat down beside her.

"Whatcha doing?" Brooke asked her hand already reaching across Peyton to pick up the sketch pad. There were drawings of fish and plants shooting up on one side of the paper with a group of jellyfish floating around with tentacles trailing down drawn on the other.

Peyton watched Brooke studying her work, she was always a little apprehensive about showing her stuff to other people but this was different. She smiled as her girlfriend flipped the page over and giggled as she was confronted by the head of a smiling shark taking up the whole sheet.

"Haley asked me to see if I could paint something in here." She explained.

"Ah," Brooke went through another couple of pages, finding a seagull and a group of turtles as well as some very familiar fish. "It's from Finding Nemo!"

"Yeah."

"Not sure the sharks are a good idea but the rest would look amazing." What Brooke didn't say was that the blonde had only been up here for about a half hour and it truly amazed Brooke how skilled Peyton was as an artist. These weren't little line drawings they were highly detailed and pretty much spot on to the characters from the animated film.

Peyton pouted as Brooke handed the pad back over to her. "I suppose." She shifted, placing it onto her backpack which was lying on the other side of her. Then she sighed dramatically and turned back to Brooke. "I'm so under appreciated."

Brooke shifted closer and ran her fingers gently over the side of Peyton's face and into her hair, smiling happily as the blonde leaned into her touch.

"I appreciate you sweetheart." She whispered.

Peyton struggled to keep the pout in place. "Yeah?" She asked looking sceptical.

"Hm."

They stared at each other for a moment, just quietly being with each other.

And then, out of curiosity, Brooke picked up one of Peyton's ear buds from the floor.

"What are you listening to anyway?"

Peyton's eyes widened as the song changed just as Brooke fitted the thing to her ear. Inwardly she cringed but she couldn't help but grin, knowing exactly what her girlfriend was about to say.

Here it comes…

Brooke's head jerked up to shoot an accusing glance at the blonde. "And you complain about my choice in music!"

Still grinning Peyton leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Brooke's lips, then winked at her.

"Avril totally kicks Britney's ass babe, and you know it." Peyton stated.

Brooke rolled her eyes. What the Hell, was the song that was playing and Brooke had to admit it was pretty catchy. She shrugged to herself as Peyton busied herself by packing her stuff away.

Peyton shifted closer to Brooke as they sat there against the wall. She knew dinner was probably about to be served, that had been why Haley had disappeared but she just wasn't in a rush to go down there, especially when her only incentive was now sitting within reach.

Unconsciously Peyton placed her hand on Brooke's thigh, sliding it towards Brooke's knee and then curving inward as it travelled back down.

Then a hand was covering her own, stopping its movement.

Peyton blushed, averting her eyes away as she retracted her hand from underneath Brooke's.

"Sorry."

Peyton's breath caught as the brunette shifted, moved away from her, but then Brooke was straddling her, and Peyton's hands moved to Brooke's hips to guide and support her into place.

Brooke settled closer and smiled at Peyton, seeing the worry in her girlfriend's eyes that she hated putting there. Slowly she let both of her hands come up to touch Peyton's face then move into the locks in front of her. "Tell me again why we're here and not at home, alone?" She whispered.

Peyton swallowed and let her head rest back against the wall at Brooke's continued touch, relieved that her girlfriend wasn't upset with her. It was strange to think that it had only been yesterday that they'd moved their relationship deeper. She'd been mad at herself for not being more careful, for acting without first checking that Brooke was okay with what she was doing.

She'd never hurt Brooke, not if she could prevent it.

"We… ugh, we didn't want to cook?"

Brooke smirked as Peyton clearly struggled to think properly. She was sure she could male Peyton forget a lot more than why they were at Nathan's. Pressing her body against the blonde's Brooke was pleased with herself as hands drifted up her back, gently tracing over the material of her top.

"I don't think that was it." Brooke replied into Peyton's ear before nipping it with her teeth.

That earned her a yelp as the hands on her back tightened their grip on her.

Knowing she wasn't playing fair, Brooke pressed her hips into Peyton and let out a moan of her own.

Peyton's eyes snapped open and they locked gazes as Brooke lowered her head until they were inches apart.

Brooke wasn't sure who moved first but suddenly they were kissing and it felt so good to have Peyton's tongue in her mouth and her hands inching under her top as their bodies pressed as close as physically possible.

Peyton gasped for air as they broke apart and then Brooke shifted and her mouth was gone, but Peyton's lips quickly found the skin of her neck to suck and nip at as a hand cupped her breast and another pressed lower, stealing a groan of arousal from her as fingers traced over the centre of her jeans.

Brooke barely had time to grin at Peyton's response as a hand gripped her head and lips crashed back into her own as their fought each other for control of the kiss.

Forgetting where they were, Peyton lifted up, her hands tightening on Brooke's thighs as the brunette's arms circled her neck for balance. She smiled into their kiss as she lay Brooke down onto the carpet and shifted above her, their hips pressing against one another.

"You make me crazy Brooke Davis." Peyton said as she started to lower herself down onto her girlfriend.

Brooke opened her mouth to reply when a voice from downstairs called up to them that dinner was ready. Her mouth snapped shut as Peyton groaned in frustration and rolled off of her and onto her back beside her.

Peyton closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe she had been about to make love to Brooke in their friends house with everyone downstairs in earshot, not only that but in Nathan and Haley's child's nursery.

Brooke smirked as she heard the blonde whimper beside her. Oh she was just as disappointed they'd been stopped but damn it had been fun. She shifted onto her side and stared at Peyton, she was sure the blonde was blushing. She let her hand drift over Peyton's stomach and then up her body to pry a hand away gently.

"Aww, someone isn't getting enough…alone time." Brooke said teasingly. Then she threaded her hand back into Peyton's hair, this time trying to sooth the blonde, not stir her up.

Peyton sighed deeply and pouted. Then she opened her eyes and stared at Brooke, her girlfriend looked slightly apologetic.

"Sorry about getting carried away."

Peyton shrugged not really wanting to move. "S'okay." She mumbled.

"I'll make it up to you later, promise." Brooke continued giving Peyton her trademark wink.

Peyton grinned and moved closer to Brooke pressing her head onto Brooke's shoulder, enjoying the head rub she was receiving. "Skills and Junk and… they're great guys, I just…"

"Feel like we're in the middle of a circus?" Brooke interjected.

"Yeah." Peyton replied quietly. They were all friends but Peyton felt raw when she was around others besides Brooke. And now with the added stress of Brooke's mother being in town…

She pulled her head back to look at Brooke, seeing nothing but openness and understanding reflected back.

Smiling Brooke pressed a quick kiss to Peyton's lips before pulling back. "Okay, so are we done hiding?" she asked.

Peyton snorted. "We aren't hiding."

Brooke rolled her eyes at the blatant lie, she'd been hiding out in the kitchen since the rest of the guys had turned up and Peyton had just as quickly disappeared to go 'scope out' the nursery.

"Whatever." Peyton mumbled as she got to her feet and reached down to help Brooke up.

Peyton tried to fix her clothes so it wouldn't look like she'd been up here having almost-sex with Brooke, with a final tug at her tee and a ruffle of her hair she gave up with a shrug to Brooke who at least looked more presentable.

Then she regarded the wall space around her and tried to envisage it painted with some of her sketches. And then she considered the furniture that was already in place and dismissed the idea of doing every wall, it just would have fit in properly.

"If you move that set of drawers you could do that side of the room." Brooke said aloud.

Peyton smiled to herself as her own thoughts were along those lines.

Oblivious to being watched by the blonde Brooke stepped over to that side of the room and gestured with her hands, almost trying to convince Peyton of her idea. "If it goes over there, Nemo could have this whole wall and Junior could have his crib here and see it close up." She continued before turning to Peyton with a wry grin. "You know, until he's old enough to Crayola all over it." She added.

Peyton laughed at the idea even as part of her could clearly picture that happening. Then she shuffled over to the brunette and opened her arms to capture Brooke and they shared a hug. "I think it'll look great over there, Junior's scrawls too."

Brooke sighed snuggling against Peyton's body.

"Shouldn't take too long either," The room already had a child friendly base coat painted in white, and with Peyton's mural only taking up one wall the others could be painted by Nathan or one of the other guys before or after she was done. "If I pick up the paints by Friday it could be finished up by Saturday."

"Hey!" Brooke said pulling away from the blonde and scowling. "I thought we could hang out this weekend? You know…just the two of us." She trailed off in a whisper.

Peyton tried not to laugh as she gathered a reluctant Brooke back into her arms, feeling the slight tension she pressed her lips to Brooke's head and felt her melt against her in response and release a warm breath against her neck that sent a pleasant shiver down her back.

"If I start early I could be done by 2 or 3 and then I'm all yours, promise." Peyton explained. "We can even head out of town if you want, we could even come back on Monday or whenever?"

Brooke hummed at the plans. It sounded nice, to get away from everything, even if it was for just one night.

"Okay."

Peyton smiled. "Come on, we can talk about this more later, we should get down there before all the food is gone."

Brooke pouted a little but released Peyton only for the blonde to reach for her hand. They both smiled at the gesture and the blonde even blushed slightly but that only served to make her tighten her hold on Brooke.

"And before you ask, no we aren't taking your car." Peyton said as they left the room and moved out into the hallway.

Amused Brooke couldn't help herself. "And why exactly can't we drive my car?"

"I didn't say we can't, I said we won't."

"So why won't we?"

"You know why."

"It's a perfectly good car Peyton."

Peyton chuckled as they started down the staircase, their hands still firmly clasped even if it may have sounded like they were arguing.

"You've never liked my car." Brooke huffed. "Fine, whatever." She relented with a roll of her eyes only to feel Peyton's lips pressed against hers in a quick kiss that left her smiling.

"I knew you'd see it my way babe." Peyton replied quietly as they neared the dining room and could hear the rest of the guys talking.

Brooke's eyes narrowed at that but even the thought of Peyton's erratic driving couldn't shake her happiness at going away with her girlfriend over the weekend.

But just for that previous comment, and the fact that the blonde still didn't appreciate her little bug car, as they neared the entrance to the dining room and reluctantly let go of each other's hand, Brooke delivered a pinch to Peyton's butt just as they passed into the room earning a yelp from the blonde just as the eyes in the room tracked to them.

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Peyton could still feel eyes on her as she passed the bowl of salad along to the next set of hands. It had been relatively quiet since she and Brooke had turned up and she got the impression that Brooke had been the subject of much of the conversation before then.

She wasn't in the mood to listen to twenty questions and she doubted Brooke would be too happy with that either so she was keeping her fingers crossed that diner would go quickly and she could escape with Brooke with relative ease after that.

"So..." Skills began, never one to let an elephant in the room go by without at least a token comment on it. "What's the what?" He asked eyeing the rest of the table even though he was mainly addressing Peyton and Brooke.

"You heading over to the big L of A for this interview or what Davis? And I hear you mom's in town. Nice of her to finally show face." He said with a grunt as he plopped a large spoonful of mash potato down onto his plate.

Nathan glared at his friend and would have aimed a kick at him under the table if he'd been close enough. "That's not really any of your business Skills."

"Hey, come on!" Skills replied trying to turn on his charm. "We're all friends here."

Mouth shifted in his seat, wishing he had talked himself out of coming over. Brooke was a good friend and as much as he wanted to show her his support he got the distinct impression that less would have been more in this case.

Junk and Fergie shared an awkward glance and both tried to just keep their eyes down and eat as they could feel the tension rising around the table.

Brooke sighed as she split a roll and spread some butter over it. Debbie had gone to a lot of trouble and she wasn't going to be the one to cause trouble. She looked over and met Skills' gaze and gave him a shrug as she felt Peyton's hand on land on her thigh out of sight under the table and give her a supportive squeeze.

"Today was the first I'd heard of it, so no, I won't be going anywhere because I'm not giving any interview to anyone." She said quietly before starting on her food hoping that was the end of the conversation.

"Not even for a million bucks?" Fergie asked unable to stop himself.

Peyton snorted and stabbed at a carrot on her plate.

Brooke gave him a smile and shook her head. "Not even."

"Right, well," Debbie spoke up after a moment of silence. "I have an apple pie and cherry pie in the oven so you all just remember to leave some room for later."

Skills hummed in appreciation at the thought of more food. "This is some fine cooking Mrs Scott," He said gesturing to the heap of food he'd amassed onto his plate. "But there's always room for pie!" He said giving his best smile to the older woman.

Then he turned his attention to Brooke again. "No interview really, not even if it was Oprah?"

"Skills, seriously, enough with the questions!" Nathan told his friend, annoyed that Brooke had to sit there and put up with this.

Skills lifted his hands up. "Hey now, I'm just asking, you know everyone's already talking about it, I'm just trying to get my info straight from the source." He replied.

Haley blinked at that, giving her friend some respect. "He's right."

"What?" Nathan rounded on his wife, hardly believing she was taking Skills side on this. Here he was wanting to give Brooke a safe place to come and not have to worry about all the gossip and questions going around town about her, not to mention keeping her out of her mother's clutches. And to have Haley say she understood why Skills was sat there giving his friend the third degree?

Haley put her hand out much as Skills had done seeing the impending storm in Nathan's eyes.

"I'm just saying that we're all friends," She gave Peyton and Brooke a quick glance then shrugged. "If you can't talk to us about this who can you talk to Brooke?" She asked as delicately as she could. "I know you have Peyton but there is a lot of talk going around right now and…I don't know, maybe it would be easier if you knew we were here for you and that you can talk to us."

Brooke placed her knife and fork down on her plate and studied the faces around her even as she felt Peyton bristle beside her. There was no malice or pity directed at her just genuine curiosity and a touch of guilt in the eyes around her.

"People are going to believe whatever they want to believe Haley. I don't really see the point in adding to anyone's opinions about the events in my life or the choices I'm free to make." She said in a strong voice. She let them take that in for a moment, wanting to get across that she didn't want to be the topic of discussion for the next few weeks. She dropped her hands into her lap, unsurprised when Peyton's hand quickly found hers.

"But you're right, we are all friends." Brooke agreed. "So I'll give you all the rest of the meal to ask anything you want and I promise to answer as truthfully as I can unless I'm not comfortable with the question."

That stunned the rest of the table occupants.

"I'll even promise to keep control of Peyton." She added with a grin.

And just like that, along with a knowing chuckle or two, everyone seemed to relax.

"Cool!" Skills added.

Peyton rolled her eyes at him then leaned over into Brooke. "Are you sure about this?" She asked quietly.

Brooke nodded, she wasn't comfortable with it but if it meant she and her friends could move forward and leave these issues behind, then she was going to try and get through this.

"Okay then." Peyton replied softly and shifted in her seat. She looked at the faces around her and hoped none of them pushed Brooke too much. Joking aside, she wasn't going to let anyone here hurt Brooke with questions they had no right asking.

Peyton leaned back over to Brooke and whispered, "Can I at least get them to write their questions down? I can probably toss out most of them for being stupid."

Brooke giggled and smiled at Peyton, loving that the blonde could make her laugh even as she was feeling closed in by the rest of the guys in the room.

A throat cleared breaking the pair's attention to each other.

"Here we go." Peyton muttered turning her head to see all eyes directed their way.

"So, I guess I get to go first," Skills said with a grin as he shifted to lean as close to Brooke as he could. "Tell me you did not turn down no million dollars girl! You crazy?"

Brooke shouldn't have worried as that got a few laugh around the group. "I really don't know what the fee would have been but there won't be any interview, for any price."

Skills shook his head in disbelief. "For that kinda money I woulda just made shit up!"

Peyton smiled to herself and started on her dinner again.

The others seemed to follow Peyton's lead and the next few moments were taken up by comments on the food.

Mouth tried hard not to stare but his mind still had trouble making sense of seeing Brooke and knowing all the things he'd been told had happened to her. He was in awe that she wasn't still in a room somewhere hiding from the world or gone as far away from Tree Hill as she could get.

Noticing the constant looks Brooke met his gaze the next time Mouth snuck a glance. "Got a question for me?"

With his eyes widening Mouth froze. "I, uh… did… have they…" He stopped and took a deep breath before asking, "Have the cops found him yet?"

Brooke paled at the question.

"No." She answered as she dropped her eyes to her plate.

Peyton blinked as she struggled over what to do when all she wanted was to gather Brooke into her arms and make everyone else leave them alone. She could see Mouth was upset, and knowing he hadn't meant to hurt Brooke kept her from saying something nasty to him in reflex for upsetting Brooke.

"They said they had a good idea where he was headed, they just had to catch him." Brooke continued quietly.

Nathan looked down the table at Brooke and Peyton. "That's good then right?" He asked tentatively.

"If they find him, yeah." Brooke said, her eyes still on the food she was moving around her plate with her fork, her appetite gone.

Peyton reached over and covered Brooke's hand with her own, she picked it up and brought it to her lips. "You wanna go?" She asked softly.

Brooke's smile was brief as she shook her head at Peyton. "No, it's fine." She saw Peyton frown and tried again, "Really, these aren't awful questions just…hard." She shrugged her shoulders.

Peyton nodded. "Okay." She agreed, but she glared at every set of eyes in range, daring them to ask another question.

Fergie just ate his food with his head down, much like Mouth and Junk. Skills smiled at Peyton but lifted his hands up when Brooke wasn't looking to let Peyton know he was backing off.

She sighed and tried to get back to her own meal, only now she wasn't in the mood. She heard Brooke chuckle and glanced sideways at her. "What?"

Brooke knew exactly what Peyton had just done, even if she hadn't seen it, she knew her and how protective she was. Shaking her head she leaned over and kissed Peyton on the cheek, not caring what anyone else at the table thought of the gesture.

Mainly because it felt good, but also because making Peyton blush like she was doing right now, happened to be one of Brooke's favourite things.

Embarrassed that she was blushing Peyton rested her head on her hand and concentrated on the mass of food still on her plate hoping no one else had caught that, finally she snuck a look around and for the most part everyone else was just eating.

Debbie gave her a kind smile and it made Peyton wonder if Nathan and Haley had said anything to her about them or if the older woman just picked up on it on her own.

Skills on the other hand was giving her the biggest smile, and when he spotted her looking his way he winked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Peyton's eyes narrowed as they stared off but Skills just puckered his lips together in a kiss at her.

"Oh, shut up!" Peyton said tossing a roll at Skills which he batted down then picked up and took a bite of as he laughed.

"Hey! No food fights at the table please." Debbie told them, not wanting things to get out of hand.

Just then there was a knock at the front door that made everyone pause and glance around at each other.

Nathan started to stand only for his mother to move.

"I'll get it, if it's your mother Brooke I'd like to tell her to piss off personally." Debbie said marching away from the table.

A few chuckles sounded around the table.

Nathan smiled and resumed his diner. "Kinda hoping it is her now." He said giving Brooke a grin and a wink.

Brooke smiled back at him but then she caught the wary look in Peyton's eyes and the pair exchanged a knowing look.

Given their recent history, a knock at the door was never a good thing.

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AN/

So…been a while?

Deb, Debbie, Debra – not liking that name at all.

I'll try and update All of me in a few days or a week…or something :D

On another note, not only is there a OTH con in Paris, which is like a hop skip and a jump from me, but there's a freakin SON con in October in SoCal. Gutted I can't go to either :( So those lucky enough to be going enjoy!