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When Ella felt the arms around her, she had no idea it was Lucifer because they lacked any stiff awkwardness. They shared a pain, she’d known that for awhile now, but he’d never let his guard down once during the friendship that grew since learning that.

But now, after a terrible ordeal or not, she would never have expected this. And she clung back still a bit ready for him to complain that her tears would ruin his suit jacket.

Lucifer bent to hold the tiny forensic scientist against him. He wasn’t entirely certain what had come over him, but it had been an emotionally hard day and Linda was away at a conference. Chloe was furious and he needed something... Ella had always been one for hugs, so he thought... Why not?

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Fraciel pressed himself against the wall, more to put some distance between Dan and him than out of fear.

The Doctor had been hearing all across Earth that The Master was returning.  He thought he’d seen the last of the renegade Time Lord...had seen him die with his own eyes.  But the Master had that habit of coming back to life in odd ways.  So the Doctor was being extra cautious and decided that a trip to Sunnydale, California, where the whispers told him that the Master would arise, was in order.   And what a place it was.  Those people he’d been listening to had called Sunnydale a “Hellmouth”...whatever that meant.  He’d seen “gods” and “devils” and “demons” before, so a name like that, while curious, wasn’t enough to scare him away.  But he noticed immediately that there was a strange energy about the place.  And the source of that strange energy was...Sunnydale High School?

He slipped through the doors and followed the energy till he stood just outside the school’s library.  “Curiouser and curiouser,” he muttered to himself, not looking where he was going as he opened the door.  Said door immediately ran into a blonde teenager that was talking to the librarian about...vampires?  What did they teach in this place? 

Low, indecipherable moans roused her from a dreamless sleep. Beck didn’t open her eyes. Whatever was out there couldn’t have been pleasant for her. Instead she purposefully tried to lull herself back into the quiet darkness from which her mind had emerged. 

It had been a strange sleep and despite the fact that she hadn’t dreamed, she felt as if she’d been trying to; as if the dreams were surrounded by a thick, dark cloud and every once and a while her mind would brave that smog to try and reach for her dreams. A dream for a witch was important, especially if that witch happens to be in peril. In dreams the guardian spirits of their clans could wander without physical restraint. Even in her death like slumber Beck had known that somewhere beyond herself, if her brother still lived, he searched for her. 

An ache in her back turned into a stabbing pain that shot up her spine and spurred her mind into motion once more. It was fruitless. Between her cramped position and the checkered bars of the cage digging into her skin as her body slumped lifelessly against it, there was no hope of falling back asleep. She sat up, twisted her tingling ankle to restore feeling to it once more, and then opened her eyes.

She was in a cage. Not a cell like a prisoner or a person. A cage. The kind of cage one would throw an ill behaved dog. Which, technically, she supposed wasn’t too far off from what she was, and under normal circumstances, that implication might not have offended her. But these people didn’t know what she was. She’d been careful. No one had ever seen her shift; not the others on the drop-ship, not the grounders. The only people that could have possibly known were thousands of miles away in a spacecraft. That was the rub. They hadn’t thrown her in here because they knew she was like an animal, they’d thrown her here because she was no more than an animal to them... and apparently she wasn’t the only one.

From her cramped corner cage Beck could make out at least three dozen other people, but given the size of the place there could have been more farther up than what she could see. The sight of them--pale and withered, shaking and groaning--made her stomach turn. Some looked at her with dead, unfeeling eyes. Others looked wild, frantic, ready to jump the second anyone came down the little aisle between the cages.

It was suppose to be a quick in and out for Clary, she’d let Murphy and Dev in the back door and go wait in the car until they were done, or needed her for clean up. She was all dolled up, a nice soft white sweater and short black skirt, both of which stood out against her bright red hair and pale skin, giving her an innocent glow.  That’s what they needed, for her to look innocent and unassuming, and it worked, she bated her eyes and asked to be let in to use their phone and they allowed it, eyeing her the whole time. 

Me: No.

Isaac: Yes, he deserves it.

Labor was painful and it felt like it went on forever but hearing that cry ring out she knew it was worth it. She watched as Clarke held up the baby then as Murphy cut the cord. Lou was eager to take the little girl into her arms and really have a look at her but she waited patiently.