1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening

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Ivanova was swearing at her bike in Russian. More specifically, she was swearing at that thing that went clickclickclickPOING! that was supposed to go whirrrr. She stomped to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag in disgust.

"I need a drink . . ."

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[truest_black]

Bella popped into the garage with a crack. She went over to the workbench silently to check to see that her B was in fact there and complete still.

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"Why did you break it?" Bella said stepping closer and peering at where Ivanova had been working.

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"I didn't. It just . . . broke." She muttered something about stupid twenty-first century tech.

[truest_black]

Bella looked from the bike to Ivanova. "Do you want me to fix it?"

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"No," Ivanova sighed. "Because then I won't know what broke so I can fix it next time."

[truest_black]

"Well that's simple, it will be something else if it breaks next time." She shook her head muttering about magic always being misunderstood. She saw an interesting cabinet that held promise of things to make garage noises.

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Ivanova stood again. "Come away from there, Trix, I give up for the night."

[truest_black]

Bella cast the cabinet a longing look before coming back over to Ivanova.

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"Before you kill us both," she said wryly, holding out a hand to her.

[truest_black]

Bella took her hand and cast her wand at her mess. The pen was restored to it prehammered condition as was the pencil. The tossed objects flew back into the drawer and the ink disappeared from the garage floor. "I won't kill us." She said squeezing Ivanova's hand.

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"Yeah, but I might kill you if you don't stop futzing." Ivanova squeezed back. "You sure you're okay?"

[truest_black]

Bella swallowed and nodded. Her heart was roaring into her ears. If she nodded and smiled enough, she would be ok. She could be ok...

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"Come here, Trixie," Ivanova ordered softly, pulling her against her chest. "And don't lie."

[truest_black]

Bella's eyes closed against Ivanova's heartbeat. Ivanova was solid under her fingers, she was alive, and breathing. She was there. "Thelma." Bella said with her eyes still closed.

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"What about her?" Ivanova murmured softly.

[truest_black]

Bella shook her head.