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Second bonus chapter! Enjoy.

Not an Entry 25.2

I made my decision to have Keigh take care of me. Fake me had run away, so I had to continue with the Loki-got-scared plan. Wasn't my favorite, but I worked it out. As long as she didn't think to check with Crowley, since I actually hadn't talked to him about her being a Leviathan.

I had fake me write the note and then set myself up in a basket in the warehouse, made sure Keigh would hear me, wherever I was and wherever she was, and waited.

I started with just some baby noises, hoping she would hear me and come soon. Then I got bored (probably after about 35 seconds?). Then I started to worry. What if Keigh didn't come for me? What if she put me up for adoption? (Revert back to adult Loki, right? Duh, right? It's harder to stay calm and use common sense if you're a baby, though.) What if, worse, she loved me until she found out I was me, and then rejected me?

Honestly, it was also just pretty miserable being all alone in an empty warehouse. I couldn't even suck on a lollipop to calm down, as Keigh would probably suspect something if Loki left little Tommy alone with a sucker to choke on. Before I knew it, I was wailing. I guess that's what babies do when they're stressed, lonely, cold, and generally miserable.

By the time Keigh showed up, I had been crying for about half an hour and was on the verge of giving up on being a baby at all. Crying with an audience can be embarrassing, y'all, but crying alone? No fun. Absolutely no fun.

Keigh walked over and picked me up, holding me with an arm-and-a-half and trying to read the note I left her. Or fake me did, before I dissolved him. I forget what I even put in that thing. Something convincing. I mean, the situation was obvious, right? Baby over here. Take the baby.

I feel like it took her a really long time to read that note, but I guess I was being pretty distracting. I needed her to pay attention to me, not some stupid note Not-Me wrote to make this look real. Also, I was still worried that she wouldn't want to keep me. Like now, or later, or ever. I lost everybody when I ran away from Heaven. Dad, my brothers, everybody who even knew who I was. My new family (sort of?) accepted me, but I was always that weird one who never quite fit in. Also, nobody could ever get my story straight. (Odin is- my dad? My brother? Full brother? Half-brother? "Blood brother"? And if we're brothers, are our parents my parents or his parents?) Check it out. I promise you will not find a coherent picture. Also, they weren't all the friendliest, most peaceable people in the known universe. Not that my original family were, either. But at least they were family.

And now? How many friends do I have? Well, I could count them on my fingers- if I had any. Oops. None. Except, well, maybe Keigh? And then there's the Winchester boys. They don't like me, but I don't mind them. Nice kids, really, and so fun to tease. And Kali used to like me. We were even lovers. Until she dumped me.

So, yeah, I was just generally miserable. Keigh was starting to look a little frustrated, but she didn't get mad at me. She did check my diaper. Nope, lady, that's not it. I'm just cold and miserable and freaking out a little.

Then she set me down- I was not happy- and took off her jacket. And wrapped me in it. Her jacket was so warm and soft, and it even smelled like her. Except it also smelled like new car. Kind of a lot.

I wondered briefly what would make Keigh smell so much like new car today. Maybe she went to a dealership. Maybe she was trying out rental cars to celebrate her 21st birthday.

I didn't 100% stop fussing, but honestly I was pretty exhausted from all that yowling, and I felt a little more confident that Keigh wouldn't just abandon me after tucking me in her jacket, so I settled down a little.

Then something wonderful happened. Keigh started to sing. As an adult, I would have been annoyed that it was all off-key and the verses to even the simplest kid songs got jumbled up, but as a baby, I didn't care. I stopped worrying about everything else and just listened. I laid my lead back and started to just relax.

After several minutes, Keigh hugged me a little closer and teleported us back to what I assumed was her place. The new car smell was even stronger there. For a minute, I felt stifled, almost like I couldn't breathe enough. I did eventually get used to the smell, though. I was also trying to process that I got to keep Keigh.

Then she goes and tries to set me down in some kind of blanket-stuffed laundry basket. Honestly, I didn't care where she was trying to set me down. It was not okay. I clung to her with all my strength and fussed. I won. She gave up and took me with her. Did I mention that I am totally, ridiculously attached to my new Mommy? I'm sure I must have at some point.

We sat at a computer for a while. I got kind of bored, so I started squiggling. Keigh put me on a blanket, and we hung out together for a while. I practiced talking and scooting around. When I got tired, Keigh read to me and then I think I fell asleep. I haven't slept that well in a long time.