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Charlie never really had thought about it that way. Was he happy? “Well, work has been a bit routine,” he didn’t know why he was admitting to a stranger that he could have the possibility of not being happy, “you are probably the most interesting thing to have happened in a bit.”

“Well,” Charlie shrugged, “I’m glad you’re out of there and that I was able to help. It’s been interesting so far.” That was to say the least.

“I am?” Celeste asked, at a loss of words because nobody, not even she, thought that there was much in the interest department. In fact, she wondered if things failed in her marriage because she wasn’t as outgoing as most people. She questioned everything and worried about the consequences, which limited most of what she does in life. “Thank you. I didn’t mean to sound surprised but I can’t think of a time when someone said they consider me interesting. Even in that context.”

Again with the interest word and as it surprised her a small smile curled her lips. “What do you like to do in your free time, Charlie?” she asked, the smile still here and a hint of it in her tone. She didn’t know what to anticipate from their time together but at least she had something to look forward to. “I know you like to play video games but do you like to do anything outdoors? Have a favorite type of movie? Play board games?”

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I think for the time being I’m pausing all my 1x1s. Between my shitty mental health issues and the fact my hand has been in quite a lot of pain for some time now, I just can’t handle anything more than the groups I’m in. My activity in those have dipped, especially in the para based ones. I just don’t have the energy and it sucks because I do love all my stories.

So, instead of dropping it’s gonna be a pause. Hopefully after things are back to normal in a billion months and my hand and energy and everything else will hopefully be better. Then I may resume.

I’m sorry guys. 😢

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I’m still alive! Sorta. Now that I have a work laptop they’re keeping me busy. I really miss going to the office since it feels like I’m doing WAY more work than before! 😫

I’m still on hiatus for the time being. But you might see a reply or two whenever I have energy ❤️

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Placing this blog on full hiatus. Writing’s not happening for me. Don’t know when I’ll resume. Sorry, guys. 😞

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Lydiya shook her head, “you don’t have to go…” but she wanted to and when he said he had never been she smiled. She shook her head, “Milo won’t but I can’t promise about the people he’s been hanging around.” Lydiya shrugged, “probably not, but it’s the only shot we’ve got right now.” Her fingers twisting around her necklace as she zoned out. “This is dangerous, Matty. I get it if you don’t wanna continue on this journey. I won’t hate you for leaving while you can.”

He’s placed his life at risk countless times, to the point one would assume the man has a death wish. There’s tremendous love for life but he didn’t place as much value on his own compared to those he cares for and the people he wants to protect from harm. Matt’s eyes dropped to Lyd’s fingers as they twisted around her necklace and he went to her. His hand wrapped around her wrist and he moved to the bed again and brought her to sit on his lap. “Who are these other people? The ones you think might not take me being there too well? Maybe there’s a way to show them I’m an ally. That I’m this guy who wants to do what I can to help.”

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Liz blinked her eyes several times as she tried to both unpack and piece together everything he’d said. Car accident. His station. Alabama. Dated. Shit.  When he basically sprinted to the door, Elizabeth didn’t know what to do. All she knew was she suddenly felt completely panic stricken. She remembered nothing of this man or their apparent life together. However, at the same token, the very idea of him leaving left her feeling paralyzed.

“Wait. Please!” She called out, her eyes wide and now stinging from unshed tears (and she never cried - of course that she remembered). “Please don’t go. Just - there’s a call button, right? Every hosptial room has to have a call button.” She knew she probably sounded insane, but truth be told, she didn’t care. The idea of being alone terrified her. “Please,” she whispered, the terror in her voice even evident to her. 

“Stay. Tell me more about the accident. I’m sure I’ll remember. I have to remember, right?” She stated, her misty eyes searching his. The alternative simply wasn’t an option. “You said I was unconscious for a few days? So, did we just meet the night of my birthday party?” She crinkled her forehead and winced in pain, “My parents. Are they here? Then again, I don’t know exactly where here is. I - the last thing I remember was, “she squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out, “ my 25th birthday party. My friends took me to a club. I hated it ever minute of it. I left early and - everything else after that is a blank.”  Liz forced herself to open her eyes and meet his gaze, “I’m sorry.”

If she has something serious going on with her brain he wanted it to be looked at ASAP. You don’t fuck around with that kind of thing but her plea for him to stay kept Matt in that hospital room instead of halfway down the hallway to the nurse’s station. “There is, Liz but you’re scaring the hell out of me right now with not remembering stuff. Especially stuff about us.” He stood in the doorway, thinking she must be equally as freaked; especially if she sees him as some strange man who looked like shit from staying in this room with her for days.”

“25th birthday party?” Her question about her parents was heard but she didn’t remember five years. Five years of memories just...gone or blocked or however memories actually work. His hand went through his hair before it wound up in scruff where he rubbed for what felt a year. “Liz. Baby.” He said, out of habit as he went to sit at the foot of her bed. “That was five years ago. We met a little before your 26th birthday. It was at the renaissance faire. You looked like you weren’t having that much fun so I went up to you and offered you a bite from my turkey leg.” he said, laughing some. “I’m still amazed you didn’t dump your drink on my head.” He licked his lips and was about to speak but paused. He’s seen this happen lots of times on shows and movies but that always had some sort of quirky thing. This didn’t feel that funny to him. 

Matt moved closer and took her hand. “Hey, don’t apologize. You were banged up bad from that accident. Shit, it took you three days to wake up from it. Your car’s totaled.” He didn’t know what to share without making her even more upset. “But...besides not knowing who I am or what’s happened for,” he swallowed and continued, “five years. How do you feel? You feel okay?” He tried to hold back emotions but, fuck, it was hard.

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Sam thrived on trying something new. In fact, he’d set it as his New Year’s resolution (which was also a new concept to him) to try something new every month. 

He’d tried gymnastics on January and found it was a bigger investment than he’d been expecting. Even after a few months, he was still going to adult gymnastics every Wednesday evening. He just really wanted to be able to do fun archery stunts. 

February had been life modelling. The studio had been cold and he realised quickly that he preferred to be on the other side of the easel. He was a confident man until he saw his body on an amateur artist’s canvas. He only continued attending for the sake of the art students. He was not going to take the blame for their failures. 

So March was dance. He’d tried a few styles before but he could thank British public boy’s school for ballroom. (And a very embarrassing obsession with Billy Elliot when he was twelve to thank for ballet.)

Sam discovered he was the youngest man in today’s class when he entered the corridor outside the studio. There were some younger women but all of the men were over the age of forty. No bad thing, he guessed as he set his bag in the lockers outside. It meant that if he found salsa his Achilles Heel, then he wouldn’t look so ridiculous. 

The studio smelled of the linoleum floor and there was a constant buzz of the air conditioner in the corner. But Sam loved it. It had something stupidly sweet in its simplicity. It was a space for work. 

Sam smiled when the young instructor approached him. He could hardly help it when she looked at him like that. ‘Mhm, certainly. Go ahead.’ He knew going alone would make him the target of demonstrations but it didn’t seem all that bad when he was asked so politely. 

“Great!” she said as she placed her hand onto his arm and looked out to the rest of the class. Her eyes went to the name tag she asked her students to wear so she wouldn’t have to go through the whole awkward thing of not knowing their name or saying the wrong one. Even if some were only there for the one lesson. “Alright, everyone. Right now we’re to focus on our footwork. As soon as we have this down that’s when you’ll dance with your partner.” She looked at Sam. “You can stay up here with me. Makes it easier to follow through to the dance.” Also she wanted to see how well he could dance. There’s a kind of confidence from him she rather liked.

Chloe stepped to the side and said, “Follow these steps,” she said as she spoke them aloud as she did the move herself a few times. “Step forward with the left and replace back with the right, which means like you stepping in place. Then you close your left foot with the right foot before you switch way.” she said as she went slowly. After the switch you step back with the right then replace the left. Remember that’s like you’re stepping in place. Then you close the right foot with the left and there you go. One of the basic salsa moves you’ll learn. Also, don’t worry about moving your hips too much right now. We’ll get to that once you get comfortable with the move. So lets do this together now and keep in mind when you do this move you’re switching your weight from foot to foot. Really put your weight into it. Don’t just tap.” 

Her attention went to Sam as she smiled at him before she went next to him. “Okay class, left foot front..” she said said as she watched them, going went from student to student and then to her temporary dance partner for the evening. “The way you move makes me think this isn’t your time dancing.” She said as she surveyed his dance movements. Most of the people in the class were awkward and overthinking it.

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“Oh don’t you say my name like that,” she clicked her tongue, “when you say my name like that it reminds me of the short time I was a trainee and my manager would get all upset when I’d mess up while dancing,” she whined softly. Of course, that was back when she was sixteen. It’d been ten years now, so she was over it. Mostly. “Hmm, well, I guess you’ll have to show me before your world takeover. I would never deprive Bruce of such a life. But you on the other hand? Maybe I would,” she teased. “Why would you make me play the one instrument I’m worst at? Like… the coordination that requires, I have none of it.” A lie, decidedly. She couldn’t be a dance teacher if she didn’t have coordination. “Oh man, and I thought mine was bad,” she poked at him, shaking her head. “Eh, I’m always open to guests, stop by any time.”

“Really? That’s a damn shame because your name sounds cute like that. But,” he put his hands up, palms towards her, “I’ll be good about that. Can’t give you those flashbacks.” Hold up! “What?! Bruce gets better treatment than me? Why’s that? I’m over here, being an awesome friend by allowing you to play the xylophone anyway you want PLUS hang with my llama and me. Isn’t that enough to get brownie points?” Then, “Speaking of which, bring brownies. I’ll supply ice cream. And would you rather kazoo? That’s easier to get a hold of.” He grinned and looked hopeful, like a pup about to get treats for good behavior. Which he didn’t deserve other than feeling adorable in the moment. “Awesome. I’ll come by Friday then. I’ll bring my bad joke game with me. They’ll boo me out of there.”

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“Oh, no way. It is great to be outside again, actually having a life. I was starting to think my only friend would soon be just my cat. Your company is much appreciated… and very wanted now that we’ve had some conversation.”

“Eh, I must say I’m not a big fishing guy,” He, too, didn’t like sticking a worm with a hook. To him, that was just… wrong. If he did fish, he would use fake bait which wasn’t as effective. “I just feel bad for all the animals involved, even the fish. They don’t enjoy that at all.” 

He was out of the car by the time she realized, to which he poked his head back in and laughed. His hand went to his back pocket, taking out his phone and clicking it on to show her his background. There he stood next to Rodgers and his sister. He, of course, looked much smaller than Charlie and much thinner, but the black hair and their smiles were what linked them together. Their lips curved in the same particular way. “Trust me, he’s not that fantastic when you’ve seen him crying in a tree.” 

He stood up, letting her hold his phone to continue looking at the picture. “Soulmates, huh? That sure is interesting.”

Was it that easy? She rolled his words around in her head and nodded to herself, “I didn’t think about it until now, but you’re right. I was nervous at the start of us talking but it does feel easier to talk now.” She knew that people wouldn’t come out and say this, as it’s really more internalized thought, but there was was. “Your company is appreciated, too. It would have been me with dinner and whatever catches my interested on Netflix.” 

“Of course they don’t. I can’t think of too many who would be happy with a hook poking through the middle of their body.” She teased with a laugh. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I would feel sad about having to kill them but dad loves freshly caught fish and i did taste good. I can’t deny it didn’t. Better than what you get at the store.”

Celeste was about to exit the car but Charlie leaned in and showed he his phone. Her eyes went from the screen up to his face and his handsome smile made it easy to give one in return. Not because of the picture. Him. “I thought you had a picture of him in the tree as your background.” To see the picture was sweet. Of all the things to put on his phone he chose one of he and his siblings. “I wish I’m kidding but she’s used that word. You’ve probably heard stories from your brother about his fans as I imagine they send letters.” Celeste untangled herself from the seatbelt and stood next to the car. It was breezy and her hair went across her face as she went to join Charlie on the other side of the car. “I’m excited to try this restaurant. The last thing I ate was from work this afternoon.”

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If Liz thought she was confused before, this took things to an entirely new level. Snow White? Sleeping Beauty? Car accident? Darling? Who the hell said Darling? Well, unless he was from the deep south, but he didn’t have an accent and fucking hell, she probably looked like she was comatose again. Clearly the man had issues. She needed to approach with caution and figure out where the hell the call button was. 

“Umm, I don’t know,” she began slowly, “My heard is pounding and I don’t. I mean,” her brows furrowed and her face sort of scrunched in confusion, “can we start from the beginning please? You said I was in an accident? What type? A car? Did I fall off a horse?” She asked, immediately biting back a snort and grin, “Sorry, just the whole darling thing. Are you from Texas or Wyoming or something?” They had horses in Wyoming, didn’t they? God she was all over the place. “I - do you think I could talk to my doctor? I think I might - I don’t remember anything.” She looked towards the door and licked her cracked lips, “plus, I’m really thirsty.” She shifted her attention back to the man who obviously cared about her well-being. For whatever reason. 

“And, umm I wouldn’t necessarily say homeless. More like without a - “ a smile once again tugged at the corner of her lips. “ - okay, a little homeless.” She tentatively reached for his hand, but immediately retracted it. While his concern was touching (and slightly disturbing), Liz had absolutely no idea who he was or what he wanted from her. “I - have you been here the entire time? “

Wait a minute. Why was she acting this way and looking at him as if she has no fucking idea who he is. There wasn’t a squeeze back when he held her hand and those questions? He figured she might be out of it or confused about what happened but this wasn’t far from what he imagined. 

“Uh,” he said as he tried to figure out if maybe she needed a minute to gather her thoughts. “Car accident. You were hit by a truck. It hit another car and spun out of control and struck you while you were at a light.” He spoke slowly, almost as if he thought this would jog her memory. “My station responded to the call and we got you out and transported here.” His hand went to his beard and started to rub through it; a habit he picked up whenever he was thinking about something. Not that there was THAT much beard to do this with but he needed to do something while figuring out if she lost her memory or something.

Matt looked to the door and nodded. “The doc was here ten minutes ago and I’m from Alabama. Remember? We even watched that movie together when we first started dating.” He didn’t know what to do or say and if he was about to freak her out by dropping that onto her. Shit. “But sit tight. I’ll go and let the nurses and them know you’re up and see about getting you some water. This one in the pitcher’s from last night.” He said as he picked it up and started to head towards the door. He knew there was more she asked him but he needed to let the staff know that she didn’t seem to recall who he is and that maybe another brain scan’s needed to make sure she’s okay.

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“Hang on, why do you get to rule the world and woo everyone with a banjo if I buy you a house and a llama named Bruce?” She furrowed her brows as she tried not to laugh, this was an incredibly amusing conversation, if you asked her. “If I’m the one with millions, would it not make more sense that I was the one ruling the world?” She chewed her lip at what he said next shaking her head, “Matt, you’re going to be disappointed, because they’re not much higher than Laffy Taffy level… for example: if a child refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?” She was proud of her joke, even knowing how bad it was, a smile crawling over her face.

With an exaggerated shake of his head Matt said, “Eliza.” Then, “Eliza, Eliza, Eliza. Come on! Don’t you remember the plan we made? It was about this very thing. If you happened to strike it big then you help me with the house and llama. I’ve been taking these banjo lessons in preparation for this!” No such conversation existed and he knew how to play guitar but never actually played a banjo in his life. “Are you really gonna deprive Bruce and I this lifestyle?” He tsked, laughing his ass off a few seconds later. “I mean. I’m not gonna stop you. You can play the xylophone.” Matt sat back and listened to her joke and wow. It was terrible but he actually laughed at it. “Okay. Sure. It’s bad but who doesn’t love those kinds of jokes? Like-” he cleared his throat and said, “Why did the bike fall over?” he waited and waited, giving it that dramatic pause the joke deserves. Well.......not really but damn it. It’s dramatic pause time! “It was two tired.” The grin which followed showed just how proud he was of that one. “You should invite me to your class sometime. They’ll laugh to death.”

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Confused, Liz blinked her eyes and in a panic scanned her surroundings. She was in the hospital?  Still completely disoriented, she lifted her hand, only to find herself hooked up to an IV drip and her head wrapped in gauze. What the hell happened? When she couldn’t remember, Elizabeth willed herself not to cry and once again searched the room for anything familiar or perhaps a call button or something. Her parents must have been beside themselves with worry. This time, as she lolled her head, she noticed a man sleeping in the nearby chair. He looked a mess; like he hadn’t changed his clothes in days. His hair was disheveled and his face was sort of hidden by a scruffy beard. Maybe she’d been in some sort of horrific car accident and he was the other driver? Logically it would make sense. Sort of? If he had been responsible for her injury, he might have remained at her side to make sure she didn’t die. Or perhaps from a purely legal perspective, he thought she’d be less likely to press charges if she saw him as sympathetic and remorseful? Asshole. No, no. She couldn’t draw conclusions. Maybe he was a friend of the family or long lost relative? He could have been anyone. Hell, he could have been the hospital custodian, taking quick catnap on his break. Well, regardless of who he was, she needed his assistance.  Between the wires affixed to her chest, IV line in her arm and bloodpressure cuff, Liz was essentially imobilized. Fuck. “Hello?” She called out, irritated by the fact her voice was so low and scratchy. He’d never hear her. “Ummm, excuse me. I - I’m not entirely sure where I am or how I got here, so could you wake up? Please.” 

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Matt tried to keep awake because at any chance Liz would wake up and he didn’t want her alone and scared. There was no telling if she’d remember the accident or understand why she’s in the hospital but even after years of mastering all the tricks with keeping awake his own exhaustion got the better of him and he dozed. 

This slumped position in the chair caused his neck to ache and he didn’t know if it was the pain or that he heard something that managed to rouse him from his terrible sleep. It was soft and hoarse, as if the voice hadn’t been used in a few days. His heavy eyelids raised and through the blurriness he noticed movement from Liz’s bed. 

She’s...fuck. She’s awake!

Matt bolted from the chair, nearly tripping over his own feet as he made his want to her side. “Shit. I didn’t know if I would have to Sleeping Beauty or Snow White you. Whichever one wakes the princess with a kiss.” He said, his hand taking hold of hers. He was careful with the IVs because he didn’t want to snag it. “You okay? You’ve been out for days. Since the car accident.” 

Jesus, he was glad to see her out of it and not stuck in a coma. Thankfully, the docs sounded optimistic about it being only a matter of time before she woke up. “And, yeah. I know you think I look homeless with the beard but I couldn’t leave without knowing you’re okay, darling.”

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muse: Eliza

“I should have gone into a career as a champion dad joke teller… I think there’s a possibility I could have struck it rich by now,” Eliza shrugged. Obviously she loved her job, and she wouldn’t change having been gifted the choreographer title for the world. But the amount of her students who, today alone, had laughed at her idiotic jokes that truthfully made little sense was… disconcerting. “That, or the people who take my classes need to get out more so they stop finding my dumb jokes funny.”

“Oh reeeeeeeally?” Matt said as he pulled a chair up to the table and propped his elbows on it. His chin cradled onto his palms as his green eyes surveyed Eliza. “What would you have done with your millions, Liza? And it better involve you buying me a house. An a llama named Bruce. Bruce and I will rule the world. He my trusty sidekick while I woo everyone with my banjo.” He was in one of his silly moods, go figure, but that didn’t mean he’d stop with the goofiness. “I’m sure there’s some sincerity when it comes to laughing at your jokes.” He said before sitting up and placing both hands on top of the table. “Shoot one at me. And I hope for your sake this is better than Laffy Taffy level.” This was said with a grin, Matt tossing a wink at her soon after.

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Emma knew most girls in her situation would have felt deflated at their crush referring to them as a friend, but not her. Yeah, she knew Matt would have girlfriends. Probably ones she’d secretly or not so secretly despise (she already disliked a couple of his “friends”). However, they had something special. Something unique. They had their secret world; one only they’d ever share.  She’d make sure of that. 

“I’m not sure?” She admitted, “After you mentioned it, I did a little reading and sort of let my imagination run wild, but either way, I’m really glad you like it.” As they continued to stare up at the laser-lit sky, Emma gave his pinkie a gentle squeeze. She was his best friend.  Nothing could ever beat that. So, even though she was pretty sure she’d remember the feel of his lips on her cheek forever, Em remained outwardly composed. Tonight was about him. Not her silliness. Lolling her head in his direction, Emma added, “I love seeing you so happy.” 

With a fresh tune in the air Matt sat up and did an elaborate air guitar routine, getting to his knees and just having fun with it. But he had to make sure their hands were connected and Matt tugged playfully to have her play the guitar with him.They didn’t have anything like this in the bunker and he figured hell, might as well live it up. 

“How about you?” He asked as he pushed some of his curls away from his forehead. “You happy with this?” he asked as he dropped back onto the group with her and propped himself up with his elbow. “You happy? This is my birthday gift and all but you feeling happy right now?” His fingers went through the blades of grass. Everything felt so damn real it was hard to believe this was all created from Em’s imagination. “What about you take me somewhere you want to visit? After this song though. I’ve never heard music this loud before. It’s fucking phenomenal!” 

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[Nate] I’m totally happy in my world pretending people like that don’t exist, thank you very much. [Nate] I found him, thank goodness. [Nate] He took a trip to visit my downstairs neighbors. Apparently, they have been treats and he’s a traitor. 

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[Hallie] You did!!? I’m glad! I was about to go out and try whatever I could to find him. Not that I think he would have been in my neighborhood but I felt bad not doing anything to help somehow. [Hallie] I mean, that’s...that’s actually funny. It was all because of food. It goes to show the lengths animals would go for a treat. That’s kind of how I am when I get a milkshake craving. I will think about it and think about it until I find myself halfway in line waiting to place an order.  [Hallie] Do you feel able to relax now he’s home? 

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Lydiya smiled and shrugged, “well, right now I don’t feel like I’m the best idea, but I’m happy I’m not alone in this.” She pulled away as the thought crossed her mind. “My brother, Milo. He was older than Feliks and me. We were the closest…” She smiled, “He’s in Vegas though. He’s a magician, plays his real magic off as well… fake magic.” She shrugged. “He told me if I ever needed him I would know where to find him, all I had to do was show up. I can’t promise it will be safe for you though. Not even with you being an ally. I’ll have to charm you again so you can be invisible until we know where we’re going can be trusted.” She said leaning back against him and running her fingers over the buttons on his shirt.

His lips pressed together and Matt dropped his head at the thought of being charmed again. Then...this could be a way towards safe passage. “Vegas.” He said as he went to the window and peered out the side of the closed blind; making sure to not disturb it. “Never been there.” He looked over to where she sat on the bed. “Do you think Milo will try to hurt me if he knew I’m aware of what’s going on?” He wanted to understand everything before they set foot out of this room. Matt clicked his tongue a couple times while he thought this over and returned to the bed. “Do these hunters know about him?”