after the falling apart; after the noise and the guilt and the hurt

[__badseed]

It was the sort of accomplishment that Samara wasn't supposed to exactly be proud of-- though she was. He'd hurt people, he'd tried to kill her, and he was bad crazy

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[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday was usually not far from the clinic - which in all the important ways was the same place as the lab - when there were new things to be examined. But this was different. She came in quietly and sat down next to Samara.

"Will you tell me about it?"

[__badseed]

"Of course. What do you want to know?" If it hadn't been for Vimes's presence during the whole ordeal, the IPD would have done well to use Wednesday to get the full story, for there would doubtlessly be more details given to her than just about anyone else.

Not that Wednesday would stoop to being used in such a way.

[maybe_youll_die]

"Everything," said Wednesday, with as much eagerness as she ever displayed. "I want to know everything."

[__badseed]

"I killed Voldemort with a dinosaur electric collar and it wasn't all an accident," Samara said. "I met Tonks, who used to hunt evil wizards and I asked her to help me find him." She didn't need to tell Wednesday why she was looking.

"And then Vimes almost stopped us."

[endlessdel]

Delirium kissed Samara's head, a vague smile on her face.

"Hello, little sister." Delirium-no Del said, sitting next to Samara swinging her own legs back and forth with her.

[__badseed]

"Hi," Samara said. "Did you hear? I just killed someone." She tilted her head. "Not just. And it was self-defense."

[misanthrope_md]

Some kid is waiting for you in the clinic, someone had told House. He couldn't imagine why anyone, let alone a kid, would be waiting for him, but he headed that way anyway. So he was only somewhat surprised to see Samara sitting there. She'd had the misfortune of getting a rather skewed perception of his bedside manner during opposite weekend. He seemed to remember something about playing with dolls.

"Skin your knees playing tag?" he guessed.

[__badseed]

"No, I skinned them when I was running away from Voldemort." She pointed towards the lab. "He's in there. Dead. There was an accident."

Samara was quiet for a second or two. "I guess it was my accident."

[misanthrope_md]

House had already started rooting around in a drawer for some disinfected, but at her words, he looked up at her, obviously surprised.

"Dead? Voldemort's dead?" It wasn't as if there was glee in his voice at the question, but perhaps a slight tinge of hope. It wasn't as if he could be sorry to hear those words, not after what had happened to Jane years ago.

Then - "... your accident?"

[__badseed]

"It wasn't really an accident," Samara said. "I wanted to kill him, but I didn't really think it would happen." She eyed Dr. Greg. "He attacked me. Officer Vimes can tell you about it."

Not that it seemed like Dr. Greg would be upset about it.

[the_cop]

Ray popped his head in the clinic. If Samara wasn't already in bed from whatever injuries she might have gotten he was pretty sure he was going to strangle her. She was there, and she looked okay, had all her limbs and he didn't see any blood anywhere.

He crossed his arms and stared at her.

"Don't you worry about evil overlords, I'm gonna kill you."

[__badseed]

"So you heard."

Samara looked just the tiniest bit sheepish about things. "I took a wizard-hunter with me. And Vimes sa--sanctioned it." Sanctioned was a good adult word meaning he said it was okay.

[the_cop]

"Of course I heard."

Ray's eyebrows raised, distinctly unimpressed. "And you didn't tell me because you knew I'd lock you in a closet, huh?" he asked, going over to the bed to sit down next to her.

[__badseed]

"Well, yes," Samara said. She continued to look at him evenly. "Ray, wouldn't you do the same thing? And I don't care if you're a grown-up."