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Douglass Fargo was nervous. Admittedly, he was usually nervous, but now that he ended up with Nathan Stark’s old job, he usually felt more confident, though around Holly that confidence still tended to waver, and that’s where he currently was – around Holly.
More precisely, they were in Eureka’s small and somewhat private airport, waiting for the arrival of Holly’s cousin. Holly had assured Fargo that her cousin was a she, and not some guy with big muscles, sent over by the rest of the Marten-Rosenberg clan to see if he wasn’t taking advantage of Holly in any way. Which he wasn’t. He had some thoughts about Holly – he thought of her as his hamster, apparently, whatever he meant – but to take advantage of her? No, no, not his way, though he had to admit that she was-
Here, sadly, Fargo’s thought process got completely derailed as Holly’s cousin arrived in the airport, and she was clearly a she and with a similar taste in clothing to Holly.
The two cousins just looked at each other across the airport and quickly closed the gap between them, obviously happy to meet after a long period of separation... before beginning to babble excitedly about everything and nothing in particular.
“Hi, I’m Kennedy,” a tall, well-muscled, brown-haired girl dragging several suitcases worth of luggage suddenly said to Douglass. “I’m with Willow.”
“I’m Douglass Fargo,” Fargo instinctively replied. “I’m with Holly.”
“I see. I guess this is where I give you the shovel speech.”
“Excuse me?” Fargo blinked.
“You know, you break her heart and we-“
“Whoa, whoa!” Fargo said quickly. “Me and Holly are not an item yet, really!”
“Does she know that?” Kennedy sceptically asked.
“You know, she’s a lot more aware of her surroundings that she may appear to, so yes, she does,” Fargo replied quickly.
“Mmm, so’s Willow, so let’s get them going,” Kennedy replied, her thoughts apparently no longer on shovels. “Do you have any ideas why Willow would be needed here, by the way?”
“No, though Holly mentioned that she was good with computers-“
“Somehow,” Kennedy resolutely shook her head, “I don’t think that this will be about computers at all.”* * *
“So, Holly, not that I’m glad to see you on your own at last and doing well, but why did you ask for me to come here? I know that it’s not for bragging, so why?” Willow was talking to her cousin meanwhile.
“Well, you know how the last time we chatted you told me to contact you if anything weird is going on, and well, something weird is going on,” Holly replied helpfully. “Dr. Blake – or Allison Blake, if you like – she’s been having these really weird dreams, and behaving oddly, and so I thought of you.”
“Of me. Not of dad,” Willow said dryly. “Sometimes cigar is just a cigar, you know?”
“Um, well, can you please take a look all the same?” Holly said plaintively. “You were really my first choice, you know?”
And two cousins, genuinely happy to see each other after a long while, left the airport arm in arm. Behind them, Fargo was helping (ineffectively) Kennedy to carry their luggage.TBC