"Extraordinary Girl"
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She's an Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
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She watched over him. He probably noticed at one point or another, but mostly he was oblivious. Why would he think that she was watching him? She had already given him her warning. He hadn't appeared to pay it much mind, but he didn't cross the line, which she was grateful for.

She didn't want to kill him. Maybe torture him, but not kill.

She also wanted to protect him, for some odd reason. Mostly so he'd still be alive to prove to her whether she was correct in letting him live.

"So..." he dragged out his first word. "Do you still mind people talking to you?"

"Yes," Gaz replied. Dib seemed a bit downcast, but she just turned away from him. "But sometimes I make an exception."

He appeared to take that as his cue to sit down next to her. It might have been a risk, the both of them on the roof, but Dib seemed pretty sure that the repairs done to it could support both of them. That was not the only risk however. They both stayed quiet for a while. Gaz did not say anything because both that Dib came up here to talk to her about something and it was more in character for her not to say anything to him. He would be more comfortable that way.

"Play many games lately?" he asked. She could have laughed. He had always been the last person to think about games, now would be no different.

"You wouldn't consider life a game," she responded. "I do. It isn't that different. Dad was right, video games create better hand-eye coordination and makes people ... better people... or whatever it was that he said."

"You never did..." he trailed off as she looked away from him. She didn't want to answer that question yet, not when it could still be used to her advantage. She wasn't sure how she could use it, but there had to be a way.

Gaz turned back to look at him. Dib was looking off down at the street far beneath them, the only life moving was residents of the hotel, which still was not much. She popped the headphones in her ears and turned it on, softly. The Mozart orchestra was a strange change from the GS beeping noises.

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He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
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He lit a cigarette. Gaz scowled, but didn't do anything about it. If all of her screaming in the past that it was going to give her black lungs from second-hand smoke didn't stop him then, he just must want cancer.

"I recognized that one girl," she said finally. "Gretchen?"

"Yeah," he blew out smoke, which Gaz turned her head from. "From skool."

"And she still likes you?" Gaz asked incredulously. "You would have thought that she would have hated you now, you're nothing like you were before."

Dib chuckled. "You would think."

"And you aren't going to take advantage of that?" Gaz rose an eyebrow. "She seems willing enough to except you, she always did."

"Not me," Dib flicked his cigarette and it flew down the the sidewalk. "She's willing to except something, but it's not me. She just doesn't seem to get the fact that she sees something other then me."

"Anyone could say that," Gaz stared off at the starry sky.

"Anyone..." Dib did not say anything else.

They sat in silence for a long time.

"Apparently you haven't gotten yourself a boyfriend," Dib commented.

"My only love will be Hell," Gaz narrowed her eyes. He didn't respond to that and she did not want to continue on that train of thought.

"You don't have to stay here," she managed. "You could come with me."

It was Dib's turn to look confused. Their eyes met. Gaz did her best to keep her hope out of her eyes. Let him say yes. Damn it, I want things to be as normal as I can get it to be. I want things to be like they used to be.

"Why would I do that?" he questioned her, the last of the smoke escaping his mouth.

"Why...?" she laughed, not the harsh sound that it used to be, a soft laugh that wasn't mocking. "For the fun of it! Why have I ever done anything?"

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She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
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She was alone again. She saw the direction, the road that would lead to back where she had come from. The old her would have taken that road, with little thought for this dead city.

He did not say yes. But he hadn't said no, either. She could leave him here, but she did not want to.

She stayed on the roof at night, even when he left. She felt more comfortable sleeping up here than inside. She gazed up at the stars, still trying to see what her brother had seen in them, a long, long time ago. They were just other suns, other galaxies. Other planets. From what Gaz had seen, not many races were intelligent. None of them were that much different from humans. Dib had been longing for something out there that did not exist. But now he found something on earth to occupy him, should she want to take that away from him?

"This is your fault," she whispered, feeling the anger in her rise again. It was selfish, she knew, like most of her actions. Miserably, she pushed the feeling away, leaving the emotion that she least wanted to feel. Again she felt the wetness side down her pale cheeks, chiding her for locking them away. Again she wiped them away, all sign of them gone with her sleeve. Shifting, she gathered her cloak around herself.

Gaz smiled. Without realizing it, she had complimented him. She was impressed by his moves. It was Dib and she hadn't even noticed.

The tears streaked unbidden down her face again. A scowl disrupting the short lived smile, Gaz lowered her hood over her face.

She was tired of caring.

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She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy
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He gave her a room, though it was obvious that she wasn't going to stay. She had told him that much herself. She did not even like to stay in strange rooms anymore, there was only one bed that she ever slept in anymore and it was not here. He had not responded to that, but did not take back the room either. She was sure there must be other people who would need that room, but mentioning that would bring up the fact that she was thinking about others again and she didn't need to remind him that she could be nice to others. She did not even want to remind herself of that.

So, to push her point in, Gaz finally decided to leave. She was becoming soft waiting for his answer.

She slipped in through his window. The light was on, but no one was there. Gaz knew that he would return here and she had no desire to try to find him, wherever he would be. She paced, but away from the bed. The bed smelled foul, just like the drugs that she had seen people take, the drugs that had no good came from. She wondered what exactly would drive people to it.

Gaz turned and nearly drew out her sword before she realized that no one was there. It was only a broken mirror, and the movement was her reflection. Gaz had never bothered to look at her reflection before, not really caring what she physically looked like to others. What they thought counted mean little to her.

Gaz was somewhat curious about what her appearance was. She was always behind her cloak and so could not ever see herself if she had come across a mirror. She unlatched the clasp on her cloak and drew it off of herself, letting the dark cloak drop to the ground and settle around her feet.

What she saw surprised her. She saw a young woman, not the angry anti-social girl that she remembered last looking at. Her body had curves, and not only from her muscles that she had to work at to be able to live. She was taller, mostly from her long legs, but her torso was a factor as well, lean from her workouts. Her hair she had cut herself, she still remembered when she had done it. She had not bothered to do anything with her hair, but then she felt it on her shoulders and figured that it might get in her way. She cut it off with her sword, not wanting to bother to look for scissors.

She hated that image on herself, and understood why she was always behind a cloak. All she wanted was to be able to play her games in peace. She didn't need this body for that. She only needed the muscle.

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He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts apocalypse
From the one called whatsername

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Dib came in just as Gaz was setting the cloak around her shoulders. She latched it and turned towards him, were he just stood with the door closed behind him.

"You're leaving," he guessed.

She nodded.

Dib looked around and then scratched his head. "I see..." He turned his eyes back towards her again. "You still haven't answered my question."

"And you still haven't answered mine," Gaz retorted.

"I asked first," Dib countered.

Gaz growled. She wasn't going to loose this fight. She always won.

"I'll only answer you're question when we're home."

"Guess I'll have to come home then, huh?"

Gaz paused, unable to think of something to say. "Did you... You'll come with me?"

"The Hotel is able to stand on it's own feet now," Dib let his eyes wander around the room. "The people here can fend fro themselves now. I'll need to pack, but there isn't much."

She felt overwhelming happiness, that normally she would ignore, but this time did not. She kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Don't expect me to ever be nice to you again," she warned him.

"I would be disappointed if you were," he smiled.

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She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
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"I'll also have to tell someone... maybe Sara," Dib continued. "Just so no one will wonder." He paused, now seeming unsure of himself.

"What made you St. Jimmy?" Gaz held up to him one of his guns. If she was going anywhere with him, she would need to know that.

"Lot's of things..." he took it.

"Don't be difficult," she frowned. "There is always one thing that pushes someone overboard."

He looked at her."I guess it's just that sometimes," he held the gun against his head. "I feel like ending it all."

Gaz nodded. She understood that. She had felt that when he had destroyed her life. He lowered the gun.

"But then I wonder why," he shrugged. "So as long as I'm to scared to pull the trigger and too miserable to want to continue to live, I'll be St. Jimmy. I can help other people."

"So you can," Gaz flashed a glance back at the mirror that hid halfway behind the curtains. Not with that attitude, idiot.

"Which way will we be going?" he asked her.

"North," Gaz informed him. "It's going to be rainy."

He nodded and headed for his bed, getting down on his knees and reaching for something beneath it.

"You might take longer then you think," Gaz told him.

"Then do whatever..." he waved her off. "I'll... I'll meet you at the road leaving north."

"I'll only wait so long," she said, heading back out the window. "I'll see you there."

"See you, Gaz."

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She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying
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It did not take Gaz long to gather the few things and finish up the unresolved business that she had around the city. She could not wait to get away from the city. The Dead city, the live one, it made no difference. Both made her skin crawl.

The North-South road was wet. She stood on the border of the city, all of the crippled houses looming up at her right shoulder. Gaz felt one drop of the misty rain penetrate her cover as she lowered her head, her hood coming down over her eyes. She stood there for some time. Impatient, Gaz brought up her hood to look for the sun. Turning around, she saw it disappear from view, the stars taking up it's slack.

"Must have gotten himself in trouble with that girl," Gaz grinned, wishing that she was there to see Dib having girl trouble. She never would have imagined it before, girls used to be at least smart enough to not like him.

She waited for a while longer into the night. The only noise came from the live city, whose cars and lights made an ugly imprint on the earth. Tears welled up in her eyes. Again.

He wasn't coming.

"You're a fucking liar Dib," she spat and ignoring her tears she headed north.

I never thought that it would matter to me. I should have known the outcome though. He said he would come home once before and didn't. Why would it be any different now? Why? Time has changed so much... and yet it only took a few weeks to turn him into this, right in front of my eyes. I just gave him an excuse to leave and make it a permanent mark. Make himself so far gone that I can't reach down and save him. It just hurts too much to admit. What could I tell Dad? How could I tell him this?

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She's an Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl

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Sorry, Dad. He's lost.