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Ficlet(s)

Summary: Individual pieces can lead to the whole story.

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Multiple Crossings > General > Ficlet Collections - OthertootsFR154723,89213119,8651 Aug 111 Nov 12No

(W)Omen

Phoebe was a bad sister. It was official; she was terrible. She’d forgotten Paige’s birthday. Not, like, forgotten forgotten. She’d remembered to enter the date in her PDA. But she’d forgotten to buy her a present and giving a card a month late was a habit she thought she’d broken years ago.

She spotted a kitschy little vintage boutique that looked right up Paige’s alley up the street and felt a rush of relief. Surely she could find something Paige would like and she could top it off with something from her favorite occult shop.

The bell over the door gave a happy jingle as she entered and Phoebe smiled.

She’d just started to poke through the racks when a teenager popped around the corner, a riot of blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders. “Hi, I’m Chloe. Can I help you find anything?”

“No, but thank you,” Phoebe said, smiling.

“Well, just call out if you need anything,” Chloe said, then patted her shoulder as she walked by.

Phoebe jerked as she was sucked into a vision. Chloe running from people dressed in black. Chloe with long, sharp claws. Chloe dying. Again. And again. And again. And then, Chloe, a little older, with a group of people behind her.

Phoebe’s eyes popped open and she whirled, calming when she saw Chloe behind the counter, leaning against it flirting with a blond boy who was definitely flirting back. He turned his head a little bit and she wasn’t really surprised to realize that he’d been standing to Chloe’s right in the vision.

Phoebe took a deep breath and approached the counter, using looking down at the contents of the glass case to get closer.

As a locket caught her eye, she heard Chloe whisper, “Go away. I’m working.”

He smirked as he tugged one of Chloe’s curls but eventually slunk off to the café on the other side of the room.

“Find anything you like?” Chloe chirped, scooting down the counter so that she was in front of Phoebe.

Phoebe gave a wobbly smile and pointed. “That locket.”

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Chloe asked with a little sigh. “Lana has such good taste.”

Phoebe watched as Chloe wrapped the locket, wondering how to broach the topic of watching the girl die not once but many times.

Finally, when she was handing over her credit card, she blurted, “I have visions.” The register made a weird sound as Chloe startled. “I saw you. People chasing you. And you had claws. And then you died. You died a lot.”

Chloe blinked at her, clutching the credit card. “You saw me dying.”

“There was a tower,” Phoebe said and felt fear and panic rear up that weren’t hers. “And an…opera house? Theatre? Somewhere fancy with a lot of steps. And-“

“You can stop,” Chloe said, holding up a hand and closing her eyes taking a deep breath. “So you saw me dying.”

“Yes,” Phoebe said, then rushed to add, “But in the end, you were standing and there were people around you. A lot of people. I don’t…really know what that means.”

“I do,” Chloe said and Phoebe felt relief, relief so strong that it nearly brought her to her knees.

She made a sudden decision, pulling out one of her business cards for the Daily Mirror and scribbled her cellphone number on the back of it.

She handed it to Chloe as Chloe passed back her credit card and a slip of paper for her to sign.

“If you need anything, anything at all, you call that number,” Phoebe said, taking the bag with the locket in it. “And we’ll be along to help you.”

Chloe swallowed, hand clenching around the business card. “Thank you. I-that means a lot to me.”

Phoebe nodded and finally allowed herself to walk away. She glanced back when she was at the door and saw Chloe’s blond cupping her cheek, looking worried. It might just be her but heroes seemed terribly young these days. 
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