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“ That’s what you say now-” Kriemhild responded, “-things will happen and we will have disagreements. But Aggie, you are by far one of my closest friends. I won’t give up on you so easily.” She extended her hand out to Agatha. “ I do not want you to be alone, Aggie.”

“And I’m sure you’re way more optimistic than I am.” She stood rooted to her place and waved her hand gently. It was a gentle movement through the air around her and before long, an overnight bag was summoned, floating loyally beside her. She’d pack light, she could always send for more if she decided to stay. But, she didn’t want a long term commitment.

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“Come out of hiding.”

“I am what I am.”

“I believe there’s something in you.”

“I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.”

“I can fix this.”

“I didn’t plan it.”

“I don’t believe in silver linings.”

“I don’t like guessing games.”

“I hope, someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight.”

“I hope you become addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone.“

“I promise you.”

“I was lost for you to find.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you let me.”

“I’m gonna do this right.”

“I’m just fine.”

“I’m not defensive!”

“I’m right here beside you.”

“It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think the things that I say just might matter to someone.”

“Make it work.”

“The days don’t stretch any longer.”

“Time’s just sand slippin’ past.”

“When you think you can’t, you can.”

“Win or lose, it’s one hell of a ride.”

“You matter to me.”

“You matter, too.”

“You saved me.”

“You’ll see.”

“You’re never, ever, ever getting rid of me!”

“You’re no better than me.”

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Normally, Agatha wanted to be the only supernatural being. She was drawn to the power and she siphoned it to be hers. But, Beta was different. She determined he would always be different. She would always hold some affection for him, mainly because he looked like her son. A son she didn’t do right by and now he was gone. Banished, because he had turned into his own demise. Agatha didn’t know where he was, and she was certain that he would no longer want anything to do with her.

In a twisted way, Beta was a second chance for Agatha. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by where she didn’t think of her son, Nicholas, but she would be damned if she let anything happen to Beta.

“A shame indeed.” Love was dangerous, it caused pain. It made people weak. It was harrowing to know that she would willingly put others first before herself.

Her jaw set tightly as her brows furrow. “I see meaning.” She answered, even if she was certain that he didn’t really want her to. Agatha had been alone for so long. Loveless, unhappy. Here before her sat a hope that there was still some good left in her. She would always go to him for help, because she knew he would always give it. Her intuition told her that he, too, while deep down, cared for her as well. “I see a son…”

There was something different about Agatha, she was not quite an ally as much as she was a teacher to him in some strange way. Perhaps he was tamed by the newfound discovery that he was not the only one of his kind, at least in terms of being a supernatural being. How strange it was that things changed. At her words, his brows furrowed and he sat back slightly. “Hmph.” His usual response. There should not have been any care, no second thoughts, they should be enemies. 

Then, his eyes flickered over to her, a bewildered light in slightly glowing hazel eyes. Of all the answers he could have recieved, this was not one of them. Never in a thousand moons would he have considered such a unique response. They were ancient beings after all, she harbored a life from before, as did he. But he did not remember much of his old life. He remained silent, a hand taking hold of his sleeve. 

“I do not see why,” Beta mused out loud. What was he supposed to say? It was an almost harrowing response. He knew what it was like to care for someone like that, it had only brought pain to him. For a moment he remembered Lydia, not quite his daughter nor anyone from before, but he knew the feeling. It was not one he was particularly fond of. It was purely instinctive for him. 

He fell quiet, staring over at the other with silent question in his eyes. 

“Do not act so mystified.” Agatha said, noting his eyes. “I had a son.” She revealed. “God knows where he is.” She had thought she had recovered from the loss, but she had been known to be wrong before. “Had I been kinder, perhaps he would be in this very room.” This place only felt like a home when Beta was near. Women came and went. Hell, the occasional man when she was bored. But, this house was empty. She simply could not get a sense of companionship or family out of them. And she had made multiple attempts to start over. To allow someone in her life whether that be romantic or not. The amount of maternal love she felt toward the behemoth was… terrifying.

“Had I been more understanding, but everything I ever stood for, he turned and blew it up in my face.” She crossed her arms. “Could you believe that I was a good person? That I cared for others, that I ran an entire community?” She scoffed. “But, put yourself in a position of power, and they will tear the throne right out from under you."

She shook her head. “In my blindness, I lost everything. And more importantly, I lost my son.” He was alive, of course, but the image she had long had of him was dead. “But, you… you accept my company as I am.” She glanced away from him. “You make me feel like I have something to lose again.”

Agatha listened intently to the other. Charlie was vague, the witch admired that. It left an air of mystery, and it was wise to keep some things close to your chest. The world was foul, cruel, if people ended up with your weaknesses and secrets in the palms of their hands, it wouldn’t bode well. Agatha had learned that the hard way.

“Hospital.” Agatha said through gritted teeth. She was trying not to let her temper get the best of her; Wanda was only trying to help. “Emily wants the hospital.” She gripped at the armrest of her seat and stared out the window so that she could try to gauge by the second when they would arrive. “I’m freaked out because I CARE.” Obviously Wanda knew that. “What if something goes wrong?”

Agatha was hearing Wanda’s words, but they weren’t really sticking right now. The old witch was certain that she wouldn't be able to be comforted until this whole thing was over. Of course there wasn’t a reason for anything to go wrong, but Agatha was from a different time. In her time, childbirth was horrifying. But, this was what Emily wanted. It was what she wanted– but, she hadn’t been opposed to adoption again. Agatha fumbled with her seatbelt the moment they were on her street and as soon as Wanda pulled into the driveway, Agatha’s door was swinging open so that she could slide out and rush to the house. “Stay there!” She called over her shoulder. “I’ll help her out!” 

She was gone in a flash, and returned very quickly with Emily and her brother-in-law, both taking an arm to help the very pregnant woman to the car. Darren opted to driving himself, so that he could bring the overnight bag and anything else they would need. And he would watch Abigail. The man was a Saint.

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“ That’s what you say now-” Kriemhild responded, “-things will happen and we will have disagreements. But Aggie, you are by far one of my closest friends. I won’t give up on you so easily.” She extended her hand out to Agatha. “ I do not want you to be alone, Aggie.”