33 Apocalypse Ave - Thursday Evening

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The faculty party had been a hit, despite some of the more rambunctuous members of staff being trapped in a confined space with water for a few hours. Thursday and Logan eventually returned home and decided to bypass dinner. After thanking the babysitter and putting Friday to bed for the night, Thursday returned to the ground floor of the house and

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Logan looked up and smiled, reaching for the offered beer. "Thanks. Care to join?"

The sun had set, but the light from inside the house gave enough to see by out on the porch, and you could see the stars from there with no obstructions. Logan was enjoying the quiet, but company would not go amiss.

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Cradling her own beer, Thursday rounded the large outdoor chair and sat beside Logan. Silence reigned for a few moments. "It's hard to believe Fandom has peaceful moments like this."

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He glanced up at the sky, taking a pull off his beer. "Makes the exiciting ones all the moreso, I guess," he said.

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"Exciting," Thursday repeated, smiling into her beer. "You mean the parts when we're running and shouting and being chased by mythical creatures?"

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"Ancient Chinese proverb says," he intoned. "'May you live in exciting times.'" His grin faded slightly as he glanced at her, his gaze thoughtful.

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"Ancient Nextian proverb says," she replied, "'I don't know about exciting, but eventful fits the bill'. This year in Fandom has certainly been eventful. Mentally imbalanced students, musical chairs only with housemates, the trolls, odd weekends." She trailed off. "Do you wonder what next year will bring?"

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He nodded, looking back out at the yard and the sky above. "Always. But here, it's got that extra bit of 'Will the house need massive repairs again?' and 'Am I going to need therapy?'"

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"I think those are certainties," she said, leaning back and resting her arm along the top of the back of the chair. "Other things come out of nowhere. The children, for example."

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Logan took a deep breath at that, followed by a good drink of his beer. "Yeah," he breathed. "That was something special, all right."

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"She was," Thursday agreed, glancing at Logan. "Trolls were easy enough to deal with. I wasn't sure how to handle this though."

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"Nighten was pretty special," he said, meeting Thursday's look with a faint smile. "Can't say I didn't like her, though."

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The corner of Thursday's mouth curled up into a small smile. "She was beautiful. Unexpected, but beautiful. We haven't really talked about her since she left."

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"We haven't," Logan agreed finally. "She was beautiful - she had your eyes."

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Up until now, Thursday had been glancing away, not risking looking at Logan for too long. Now as she spoke she faced him. "She reminded me of you."

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"It was uncanny," Logan said, already facing her, and his voice became softer as he continued. "I don't think I could've argued against that for long; she was definitely our child."

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"In another timeline," Thursday corrected, her voice also lowering in volume. "A path not taken." There was the slightest pause, a hesitancy, before she continued. "But not altogether unthought of."