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[whatkindofgirl]

Juno couldn't believe that she was having an argument about the dynamics of relationships with a woman who smelled like methylmethacrylate and was spending her evening cutting pictures of dogs out of magazines

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[little_moons]

Stepping into the hall with a bundle of breakfast leftovers, feeling sorta like a goddamn pack mule after over a week of this shit, I stop in the doorway, brow arched and lounging against the frame. Max trots up to my side, looking up at her with those big love me eyes of his and I've gotten so damn used to having the little fluffball trailing around with me that I hardly even blink.

"You're not hallucinating. 'Least, I don't think you are."

[whatkindofgirl]

"Oh yeah, Houdini? Then where'd you come from?" She pointed down at the dog with the hand still holding the empty slushie cup. "See, there's even a dog. This is my subconscious telling me I shouldn't have barfed in my stepmom's urn."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, cosmic payback. You'll be dealing with that shit for ages," I say, nudging Max back with my foot when he tries to make a run for her. "And I came from the kitchen, right there," I point behind me, "You're the one appearin' outta no where."

[whatkindofgirl]

"I did not appear out of nowhere, this place appeared out of nowhere," Juno corrected him. "And I don't know why I'm arguing with a figment of my imagination. Run along, now. I'm just going to sit here and wait to wake up."

She set down her bag and shrugged off her jacket, because it sure as hell was hot underneath her winter clothes.

[segaboybrodie]

Of all the things Brodie expected to hear on his walk of the island, "dog fetish" wasn't one of them. Yeah, sure, there were about FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING DOGS on the island, but that didn't mean that he thought people were turning to the ANIMALS for taking care of business or whatever. He thought that the island standard was to start taking it up the ass, not going for the hairy bunghole option.

"You DO know it's fucking hot out here, right?" Brodie commented. The only people he saw wearing coats on the island were either new or goddammned crazy. Maybe the knocked up chicks did too, but he didn't know how that shit went, with hot flashes or chills or what the hell ever.

[whatkindofgirl]

"Out where? In my mind?" Juno twirled a finger at her temple. "I've seen movies, I know how this shit works. I'm having some sort of mental breakdown hallucination, and I'm going to start stripping down because I think I'm on a tropical island, but really I'm just standing outside my house in the snow and before I'll come to my senses just in time to die from hypothermia. No thanks."

Except it was really fucking hot.

"Okay, I probably won't freeze just from losing the coat," she conceded after a moment and set down her bag and shrugged off her puffy coat. She still had on a hoodie underneath.

[segaboybrodie]

Well, holee shit, it looked like Brodie had just come across one new recruits. He figured he might as well go ahead with the whole meet and greet thing, because what the hell else was he doing?

"Afraid not, Goodyear," He said, "This place is pretty fucking real. Just be glad you didn't hit your head on a goddamn tree branch when you showed up."

[whatkindofgirl]

"Goodyear, that's clever. It's almost comforting to know that the figments of my imagination are as retarded as they are insulting."

[balladofbooth]

Booth was too busy attending to the threads emerging from the slightly torn embellishment on his waist coat to really notice the small girl in front of him. With a bit of a collide, John looked up and noticed the stomach.

"My," He paused, holding his position before speaking again. "Quite young aren't you?"

[whatkindofgirl]

Oh for god's sake, even the people in her hallucinations were assholes.

"Quite old, aren't you?" she shot back, scowling at him.

[balladofbooth]

John smiled at the girl with his smug grin and moved his arms behind his back. Looking down at the girl, Booth narrowed his eyes.

"I'm actually not that much older than you, I reckon. I meant you were quite young to be branded." He looked down at her stomach.

[whatkindofgirl]

"Branded? What, like cattle? Silencio, old man. I've got my own problems to deal with."

[stilljustbob]

Bob recognizes the voice before he rounds the corner, his brows furrowed in curiosity, but when he sees her, his eyes widen. That's not Meg, he's very sure. Because, while he's only very recently been introduced to sex on a personal level, Bob knows a good amount about human pregnancy or at least enough to know that there's no possible way Meg could be so very obviously with child.

Which, for Bob, leaves only one other option.

"Lilith," he breathes, part question and realization. He doesn't move otherwise, just staring for a moment, wondering and hoping that David's with her or nearby.

[whatkindofgirl]

Juno looked over her shoulder, then realized that the guy was talking to her.

"Isn't Lilith from the Bible or something? Am I having some sort of mother goddess dream walking vision quest moment? Because in that case I'm pretty sure you should be a naked girl. Or like, a tree or something. Maybe a coyote."

[stilljustbob]

His expression flickers briefly, from still hopeful to confused to slow realization, his shoulders sagging minutely.

"You're not Lilith," he says, more to himself than to her and he takes a shuffles step toward her, hands drawn up close to him, fidgeting nervously. And, he can't help it, a large part of him is still hoping. But, Lilith would recognize him, he knows.

And Lilith would have David.

"Have you-- did you just get here? Just now?"

[whatkindofgirl]

Juno sighed. "I didn't get anywhere, I was... I mean, maybe. I assume I'm dreaming. You're going to turn into a chicken or something any minute now, right?"

[dr_mchot]

Addison took off her glasses as she very nearly tripped over the girl on her way outside. This was just prime reason number one that she really ought to be watching where she was going and not fiddling with the cords of her glasses to unknot them. "Sorry, so-rry," she winced and offered a rueful smile. "Hallucinations, typically, aren't a side-effect of pregnancy. Well, unless your morning sickness so severely dehydrated you that you've started seeing things, but you're further along than that," she offered while regaining her balance and fixing a heel while looking the girl up and down.

[whatkindofgirl]

"I haven't had morning sickness for months," Juno said. "But there's definitely something effed up about walking outside in January in Minnesota and ending up here, and - " She started to shrug off her jacket. "It's really frickin' hot. And I don't know why I'm even talking to you, you're just a figment of my imagination, probably spouting off whatever I can remember from those chapters of What To Expect When You're Expecting that Bren made me read."

[dr_mchot]

"No, you wouldn't have had," Addison agreed, the fondness in her tone both from experience and the part where she saw it all the time. She did juggle her glasses to extend a hand. "I'm Dr. Addison Montgomery," she introduced herself. "And the hot, you'll get used to. The crazy part isn't very much true. You're here. How to explain the here, I have no idea, all I can do is say hello and...well, and pray you don't have a mental breakdown. I'm not that kind of doctor.'

[whatkindofgirl]

Juno blinked at her for a second, but then shook her hand and said, "I'm Juno. And I need to get back to Minnesota, pronto."