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Georgette was looking forward to this trip. She was excited as she looked at the brightening new colors, the wide crystal ocean blue, new shapes, and places all through the car window. Everything looked so beautiful and so different from Swynlake and New York, she needed different. 

Her skin had been crawling ever since she had seen Cassandra. 

Then days and weeks went by and the woman went through with exactly what she had told Georgette, Ryan was picked up for an arrest. Of course, he posted bail (so easy when money was never an object), but a trial date was being set in motion. 

The media with their many special snooping ways got wind of everything and it has been a wildfire ever since. Needless to say, Georgette was grateful for this trip.

She pulled herself away from the car window now to lean herself against Hercules. There will be more than enough time for her to continue soaking in the beauty of Santorini. She dropped her head on his shoulder and took a hold of his hand in hers. 

“Everything looks so beautiful here.” 

Probably more so because it was away from everything that Georgette didn’t want to be near. She could be surrounded by desert sand right now and it would all look beautiful too.    

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It was a very windy day in Swynlake and of course, Minnie was outside in the park with Figaro. She was seated on the grass watching her cat run around freely with a ball of yarn.

Figaro was truly having the time of his life. 

Simply watching him run and roll around lit Minnie’s features up in a bright smile. She loved when Figaro was at his happiest, it made her forget all about the wind that was picking up. 

The yarn was rolling away and there went Figaro right after it. The only problem was that as he was running, he was heading near a tree. As the wind picked up some of the thick branches attached to the tree fell and before Minnie could even think about doing anything, Figaro was trapped under a lacework of branches. 

Immediately, Minnie’s heart froze in terror. She ran as quickly as she possibly could reaching the branches with tears already in her eyes. She could hear Figaro meowing which filled her insides with relief. He was alive—good this was good. 

The brunette instantly started to try and move the branches away calling out for Figaro who was unfortunately too stuck under it all to move. The branches, however, were far too thick and heavy for Minnie to even maneuver and now she could feel herself beginning to panic. If Figaro was severely injured and she couldn’t get him out in time— she didn’t even want to think about what could happen!

With shaky hands, Minnie was getting ready to pull out her cell phone when the shadow of a figure caught her eyes. They were far too blurry from her tears to see who it was, but if it was anyone who could help she didn’t care who it was. 

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The first snow of the year meant hot chocolate, pictures, snow ball fights, snowmen, and trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue. For Orville it meant a 24/7 ‘Wet Floor’ sign, a mop, and a piece of paper in forming him that he not only needed to be cleaning the inside, but he was now also responsible for the walkways outside since most of the maintenance people were on road duty, throwing salt and sand mixture across the streets and parking lots of the University. 

He had groaned, having thought he would have been safe in the heated buildings of the University, but now knowing he was going to be outside made him pout like a four year old who didn’t want to eat their dinner. But he knew he needed to get it done so he could come back inside and defrost. The bad part was he didn’t really have any winter gear, since he hadn’t had money to spare when he was in hiding, only a hat and the University’s uniform jacket that wasn’t all that thick. But it was fine, it just meant he could complain about it. To no one.

Except, wait-. Orville looked up at the Cow Calendar he had picked up at the store for the janitor’s closet. He smiled to himself. Thank, God, today was today Hercules was supposed to be paying his civil duties by working with Orville. 

Their little trip to the school’s offices had resulted in quite the ordeal, the kid and the staff member going back in forth until they came to an agreement. Orville had stood by the door, having given his side of the story and sticking around just to see what would become of the kid, but instead his presence had seemed to spark and idea. They gave Hercules a few hours of service with Orville and they could not have picked a better day.

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Hera hadn’t really gone horseback riding since she had been sent back in time. She had been kept busy with the campaign, and then of course she had been grieving before that. But now that she was starting to see good again, she was starting to get a light, feel joy in things again, she was venturing out more. And today that meant going to her horse, who had been exercised by those who ran the stables, but had been separated from Hera for too long.

And that was part of the mistake that day, as people exercised her mare Artemis whenever they could, and not as often as might be necessary. So Hera had made her horse ready, she had mounted up and found herself on one of the nice trails through the forest. A part of her started looking around, as if she might catch sight of the Great Prince randomly in that section of the woods.

Now she knew that was illogical. Still, if she happened upon him she would definitely greet him as she could. But, in that moment of distraction, a squirrel darted across the path and it startled Artemis. Before Hera really registered what had happened, the mare took off with Hera on her back. Now, Hera wasn’t the most inexperienced rider, but it had been a while, and she didn’t have the balance she needed.

She lost one stirrup quickly, and wobbled dangerously, clutching onto the horse’s mane. “Help!” She cried out, although logically she knew there wouldn’t be too many people in the forest. Hera tried to tug back on the reins, but then she lost grip of those too and ended up only holding onto the mane, and the one stirrup for dear life. “Woah Artemis, woah,” she tried next, wanting to steady her in some way. The mare kept taking them deeper and deeper into the woods, causing Hera’s heart to race like mad. Would they find their way back like this?

And then it was over really. Artemis leaped over a log, and Hera was unprepared for it and toppled off the horse, hitting the ground hard, and watching in a daze as the mare galloped off into the forest. “Artemis!” She called out weakly, struggling to sit up and catalogue her body, see if she had hurt anything. Her tailbone was throbbing, and so was one of her legs. She was somewhat certain she had hit her head. “Shit,” she mumbled to herself as she tried to determine both how far into the forest she had come, and whether she would be able to track down her horse like this.

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Once again, Georgette found herself in the bustling busyness of New York City amidst all the skyline buildings and morning mill traffic. The mere fact that she was back had Georgette pissed off.

She did not want to be here. 

A trip to New York City had already been made early on in July and Georgette made sure since she had to be here anyway, to complete everything that she needed so not to return back for a while: all business needs and transactions that had to do with her make-up industry, and had even scheduled some appearances.  

Yet here she was back again.   

Georgette was wound tight seated in the back of the car that was driving to Cassandra’s office. Not only did she dislike confined areas, but under the immense frustration she was currently feeling, being stuck inside the boundaries of a car was not helping her at all. 

She wanted to pace, do something anything really then be in a car right now feeling like some caged up animal. 

Georgette took a breath in, her gaze falling over Hercules who had been kind enough to offer to accompany her during this trip, especially when the blonde didn’t know the details concerning the need for it. 

“I don’t understand the need for this trip.” She started exasperated. “I don’t understand why Cassandra simply couldn’t confide whatever the hell she needed to tell me through her phone call.”

Which was how all this started. Cassandra had called and explained that it was urgent for Georgette to return back to the city. She had some information that needed be said face to face concerning the rape case. 

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Georgette was still somewhat putting herself together post-Titanic dream that Swynlake thought would be hilarious for everyone in town. The assault that occurred in the dream, had brought back flashbacks from her own reality. Of course, they never actually left, not entirely, but they didn’t occur as frequently.

Now, however, it was like starting all over again.

It was a lot and it left her anxious, and jumpy like before. God, was she ever going to get normal from this?!

She was trying. Georgette was seeing her therapist, trying not to stay alone too often, and trying very very very hard not to swing back a whole bottle of tequila and call it a day. It was tiring. She felt so tired. 

She was also heading over to Hercules’s place.

This was supposed to help because she could focus on her magic and how to better control it, etc. instead of focusing on what’s been eating her. Except that in this Titanic dream she had also practically made out with Hercules for which she has been pissed off about but also couldn’t get it out of her head. 

Swynlake would do this to her. It was always Hercules, it always brought her back to Hercules. How did her life get this fucked up? 

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Georgette found herself in front of Hercules’s door. She hadn’t knocked yet or anything, for which she can enter a whole slew of a debate over. Like, she could knock and it be too hard and it would form a hole in his door, or she can text saying that she was there... but then she could break her cell phone. 

She can try and open the door with the knob if it was unlocked but then risk bending the knob and ripping the doors completely off it’s hinges...

Yes, this was exactly why she was in front of Hercules’s door. People don’t just have to internally think through these type of things! Now, most of Georgette’s thoughts only surrounded these things. There had to be a better way to control it all. Even if Hercules didn’t have all the answers, he had to have something more than what Georgette did at the moment. 

Knocking on the door eventually became the chosen route as the blonde very gently allowed her knuckles to graze over the wooden structure. Hopefully, it was heard Hercules knew she would be coming.

The door did open much to Georgette’s delight although now she was facing Hercules and really not knowing what to say. She felt like she never really knew what to say around him anymore. 

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Georgette had been debating this choice for a while now. It was not an impulsive move, but the more she thought of it the more she knew the benefits outweighed everything else. 

This was about her strength. 

Has she gotten better with it? Yes. Was she where she wanted to be? No. And Georgette knew that she wasn’t going to be without receiving help on it. This wasn’t something she was familiar with, this was entire new ground for her and there was only so far she can take herself. 

However, as life never wanted to seem simple for the blonde there was a problem (surprise, surprise) that came with this serious realization. The problem was that not many people had her kind of strength. In fact, the only person she knew who had the most similar type of strength as her’s was Hercules. 

Of course it was. 

And so, the blonde was waiting outside of the classroom Hercules was in in Pride U. This was her life now, this strength and everything else. It wasn’t changing. It was the lot given to her and Georgette has accepted it. She needed to now learn how to live the best with it and that was that. (Her therapist had told her the same so if this didn’t work out she was so getting fired!)

Students were exiting now. Some didn’t notice the blonde waiting, others did and gawked (must have realized who she was), murmured, or just walked away all the same, but Georgette still waited patiently. Finally, Hercules appeared and she very quickly approached him before she lost all her resolve.