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The sky had been clear when she set out, but the clouds were rolling in. She knew she should have brought her umbrella. Knew she should have figured out a way to attach it to the clunky little moped instead of going back upstairs to leave the umbrella behind. It wouldn’t be long before the rain came down.

But, mercifully, the garage was in sight. One of her regulars at the library had referred to it as his only choice for motorcycle repairs. M’gann really, really hoped this would qualify. She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before realizing it was open. M’gann started to wheel the moped in from the left, holding the door open above and over it, but the doorway just wasn’t wide enough.

She held the door and circled behind the moped, trying to squeeze through between the moped and the door this time. But, here, there wasn’t enough room to push it effectively. If she weren’t in perfect view of a dozen people walking on the street outside the shop, she could have just floated the darn thing through the doorway. M’gann took a deep breath.

The third time, she got in front of the moped and pulled. It was hard to contain her excitement when the moped was finally inside the shop. She made a tiny, triumphant fist pump, took a step back, and immediately bumped into someone. M’gann spun around with a start and found herself face to face with a young man. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

She gave a firm little nod and backed up several steps. “This is, uh, my moped.” Perhaps it had been a moped, once upon a dream and several lifetimes ago. Now, the unsightly machine was nigh unrecognizable. M’gann had taken a damp rag, or seven, to it and restored some of its light blue coat. “I know, it’s a complete mess. Someone left it on the curb with a ‘free to a good home’ sign and I just,” M’gann flailed, still embarrassed, “I named her Minnie.”

Things sure had gotten a lot crazier around here lately. It was like back before the ban. When he’d just been an aero engineer in Gotham. Wow, that seemed like a lifetime ago. Chuck chuckled to himself at the thought and chuckled even more when he found a loose vent near the roof. Why did so many of these places never deal with the roof?

Oh well. 

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The rain was pouring down on her umbrella. Fitting, M’gann thought to herself. Rain was fine weather for a funeral. As if the sky was commiserating with the mourners. All two of them. M’gann reached out and rested a hand on Conner’s shoulder. She wasn’t weeping, but she had gotten a bit misty eyed.

They stood on the far waterline in District X. M’gann had constructed a sort of raft out of driftwood and fallen branches collected over the past month. This was, for better or for worse, not an unexpected occasion. They had already pushed the craft out onto the water and were standing there, simply watching as she floated out to sea. She needed to be far enough from city limits before they lit her up, after all.

“Conner,” M’gann started. “I thought we could each say a few words before…” She paused. It felt indecent to say aloud what she knew was only minutes away now. M’gann forced a smile. “I’ll go first if that’s alright. Minnie taught me many things about patience, about fortitude and finding silver linings.” M’gann squeezed Conner’s shoulder gently. “But I the day I met Minnie I was reminded of how important it is to want something. Great or small, wanting something, helps drive us through strange and difficult times. Wanting Minnie drove me to action and into the life of a dear friend and for that I will always be grateful.”

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Teddy had been there for too long in the first place,he had been staying there for a couple of weeks whenhe should have gotten everything solved and gottenout of there within a day.  But when none of his contactsworked, when he called numbers and received nothingthat could help him, when he tried to look up any heroesand came up with different names altogether -- what washe to do? He had no papers, no way to get any, and itwas godsend that Conner and his family let him stay therefor as long as he did.  Of course, he helped with the farmand earned his keep, but that was all that he could do.

It was a situation that he had never been in before and,to be honest, he had no idea what to do. The best hemanaged to do was make time to sit and brood or try tofind out what had happened and how he had gotten there.It had to be a trick of some sort, but he couldn't figure itout. Conner would look for him and join him on thosenights where he'd climb up if he wasn't off flying around,in the dark of night so no one would know of his abilities,just sitting there with him as they shared stories.

Maybe it was bound to happen that one night, one thingwould lead to another, they kissed, hands roamed everywhere,and when they realized it wasn't too sturdy on the roof of thebarn, they moved into it and started back up.  An almostliteral roll in the hay.  But they continued, it became heated,and before they knew it, they were falling asleep next to eachother with the moon shining in through an open window.

That was how Teddy recalled it the morning after, going overeverything in his head as he sat up and ran his hands alonghis face.  It had happened, it was probably going to happensoon anyway, but was this a life that he wanted?

Could he really relax there?

He'd have to come clean at some point, and when thatwould happened, what would become of the quaintlifestyle he could find himself getting used to?

Standing up from his spot, he didn't even bother to lookback at Conner, slipping out the window and shifting forhis wings to spread, taking off to fly and clear his thoughts.

The note brought a smile to his lips, though he did feel pretty bad that Conner didn't get much sleep. He was used to sprawling out on his own bed and it seemed he'd have to adjust his sleeping habits if he was going to share a bed with Conner. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he slipped out of bed, placing the note on the nightstand, slipping on one of Conner's shirts, and he made his way into the kitchen.