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(   *   &.   –   SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS .

It’s been nineteen years, four months and now two weeks since the last time Angela saw her children in the flesh. Almost twenty years now, and they’ve grown into fine adults, Randall in the Air Force and Margaret taking a year off from her journalism degree. 

By all rights, they should still be children. They should be young enough to fit in her lap. 

General Eiling won’t let her see them. He says it’s been twenty years since she’s supposed to have died, and the shock of it would disrupt their lives too much. He says that she ought to move on and love them from afar.  They’ve given her a new identity to top it off, too-- she doesn’t like to say it, doesn’t have a good track record with people picking out names for her, and in her heart of hearts she’s still Mrs. Adams even if the wedding ring is long gone now. 

And Nate.. God, her poor husband, it doesn’t seem like he’s got anyone right now, anybody at all, and she can’t understand why. It doesn’t feel good, to have to essentially stalk her own husband, and maybe he’s starting to realize a strange woman in sunglasses seems to show up to a lot of places he’s at-- but she can’t stay away. She can’t. He just looks so goddamn lonely. 

Which is why she’s lingering in front of his door at six in the morning, as if that’s a reasonable time to knock on anybody’s door, but her only chance of doing this without Eiling finding out is at odd hours. Slowly, gently, she pulls off the scarf wrapped around her hair, letting it fall free. Still the same shape and texture, if not the same color. She tucks the sunglasses into the neck of her dress, sucks a breath in, and hesitates. 

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The setting is maybe not traditional for what Nate and him have planned, but nonetheless for the three of them it’s perfect: Burger Barn in a corner booth with Nate and Clark sandwiching Loki, food scattered over the table haphazardly. They’ve long since lost track of what order originally belonged to whom, what with how much they share food, and yet it still looks like they’re going to be taking some home. 

Loki’s been in a good mood the entire time, basking in the attention, perfectly unaware of the precious cargo Nate and Clark agreed to split and share between them. If she’s noticed them sharing looks across her head, she hasn’t said anything, which.. well, with her, that could go either way. 

Finally, the empty plates are pushed away, the drinks are refilled one last time, and Loki’s leaned back against the booth. The volume of the conversation is lower now that they’re all full, punctuated with Loki’s occasional giggles and Nate’s deeper, fuller laugh, and Clark’s arm wraps around Loki’s shoulders. She leans into him, her hand finding Nate’s wrist, and Clark juts his chin at Nate over her head again in a silent signal. 

         “...I’m sorry, what??” Apollo stared at Nate as though the other man were speaking a different language. Funny Videos? Funny Videos of what?? Of Vineyards? What does that even mean?!?