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Adam hadn’t expected for her to be prepared and ready to go right at that moment and wow, it did look like she had put some thought into it, he wondered what it was that changed her mind.

“You did wonderfully, love.” Adam had been involved with many people over his lifetime but his relationship with Elle was quite different than the others, he did truly care for her and wanted to take her away from their joint prison. “And you’re okay with leaving your father?” Not that Bob had ever been much of a father to her in his opinion but he was the only family she had ever known.

Nora had been deep in concentration. She was surrounded by a laptop, books and notepads. She’d been doing research all morning and Ray’s presence had startled her. When she caught her breath, she nodded. “You just startled me is all.”

She furrowed her brow and looked up at him. “How come you never told me you can’t eat gluten?” She asked, suddenly. “Here I thought your obsessively healthy eating habits were another one of your quirky little traits, but it’s an allergy!” Nora exclaimed. “And so many people have a gluten intolerance. There are all kinds of recipes and food substitutions.” She showed him her research. 

Ow, fuck.

He must’ve hit his head. 

Sitting up with a groan, John stays like that for a moment, head in his hands while the world stops spinning, and then he braces himself with his hands on the ground when he gets up, nearly stumbles, doesn’t fall though, all in a bloody day’s work when you’re trying out some bloody dimensional magic because you’re just that desperate to find ways to off another bastard demon who’s entered your realm.

But when he blinks and takes in his surroundings it’s, ah ... well. Looks like he’s screwed up something marvellously, because this is a sunny-side-up of a forest that he was not aiming for. 

There’s a rustle in a bush behind him and he whirls around, one hand raised instinctively - whatever hell-bred thing is going to ambush him, he’ll know at least one spell to ward it off, and he needs time to find his way back, or to where he really needs to be --

and what comes out of the bushes is an oversized fucking duck.

John blinks.

The duck blinks.

“Raeppasid”, he says, the first simple spell in mind that he can think of, and nothing happens.

The duck blinks again.

“Psyyyyyy”, it says, in a long, drawn-out whine, and John cringes.

Stands up straight. Gestures dismissively at it.

Alright then.

devon and oz met during their kindergarten years. both of them grew up in the same neighorhood of sunnydale, given that oz’s parents weren’t around and he was raised by aunt maureen. his actual house is a good distance away from devons. but the pair grew close, acting as balancing partners to each other. oz would often let devon talk for hours and hours on end about anything that he wanted to and devon would always stop to listen to oz because if oz was speaking, that meant it was important. 

both of them shared a deep love of comic books in particular spider-man and the fantastic four. they would always get their pocket money, oz from uncle ken and devon from his mom to go down to the comic book store every wednesday after school to pick up their latest issues. 

as they grew older, they started associating with different groups, devon started dating pretty much soon after they became freshmen and oz took a back footing on these things. though as soon as they started high school, they realized they both really liked music. not just listening, because they would always listen to uncle kens albums when devon was over, but more an appreciation of playing music.

devon, initially was attracted more to drums and to the bass, citing that he could hit things really hard and only had to learn a few chords for bass guitar. though he was often found singing. devon and oz usually sat together just strumming their instruments until devon eventually introduced oz to andy and chris. what started as a joke considering none of them really played any instruments, just a few chords each became something that they grouped together to do.

and then they found they were really, really very good at it. so it maintained oz and devons friendship, even though they were now circling in very different groups. oz was much more solitary, finding he found solace in his own silence. though a lot of the time when oz wasn’t with the scoobies during his repeated final year, he was with devon, given that both of them failed to graduate. for oz because he was a lazy genius who didn’t really want to pass in the first place. and for devon it was much more about the incomplete’s he didn’t do.

oz and devon were always good friends, and even though they spent a lot of time apart, they always sorta drifted back to each other. oz likes devons’ bluntness. likes the way he always seems to say whats on his mind. so devon was the few outside the scoobies to know about oz’s lycanthropy because he trusted him. devon would cover for oz when the band had practice and it was a full moon. 

Historical figures could be a piece of work, she had learned, and in this case Jemma had endured misogynistic comments surprisingly well, despite the Legends looking like they expected her to jump at his throat. But she had imagined hurting him and that had been enough, since Sara would be seriously pissed if she decked the guy. And then he had turned against Ray after being saved, not liking being told what he could or couldn't do, not impressed by the fact that Ray's superpower was 'having a magic armor' which really, he wouldn't understand the science behind, and the differences between their personalities. He attacked Ray over his optimism, over his cheerfulness, over his friendliness, lack of 'manliness' due to those, over how stupid it was to act that way, over how useless it was to keep encouraging people instead of acting - and as much as Jemma wanted to give him the rant of his life about what a jackass he was, her body moved first and she punched him, landing him on the ground and punching him again; Constantine got an elbow in the stomach for trying to pick her up, but then he and Sara, who apparently was now back just in time for this, pulled her from him. The Captain ordered her to go take a walk while she took care of the guy, and for her designed babysitter Ray to follow her. Jemma got the impression Sara wasn't that angry as much as amused; as much as Jemma clearly didn’t shy away from fighting, she hadn’t exactly started bar fights over a teammate’s honor.

Still, Jemma strode out of the old pub, fuming with barely repressed fury. "How-that's... He can't just say that!" she was too worked up, turning to look at Ray but unable to complete any sentence, "Palmer, you...! He just... I'm going to kill him. I'm going to go back and I'm going to kill him."

Jimmy met Lucy when she was staying with Lois for a few days while she was in town. When he’d met her he was taken away by her presence. The obvious Lane connection was there, but Lucy had a different sweetness about her that was notably different than Lois. Not that he was comparing them. He’d realized that the complement he gave her when they met was a no go on the comparisons of siblings. 

Clark told him it was because of their competitive nature. It was something their dad inadvertently started when they were younger. Jimmy couldn’t imagine anything crazier, since he grew up in a wholesome family and only now was he trying to make it at a go-getter city that didn’t care if you were nice, they only cared about the results. 

Something he must have said or done in their few interactions must have gone well. He would never in a million years thought she’d get him anything for Valentines. Well, he’d hoped she’d think of him, but hope and actually thinking it would happen were two different things. 

As he bashfully looked away when she thanked him, he found her gaze again. “You’re welcome. I know this holiday is all hoopla, but it’s a good excuse to have good chocolate right?” he smiled gingerly.  He was curious of course, but he didn’t want to push it. He never had that much luck with girls, and if something was happening now, he didn’t want to screw it up. “You know, you didn’t have to do that.”