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His words could be construed as advice, sarcasm, or some sort of threat. She was not entirely sure what they were, but to the young, rich girl, they felt like a lesson. Juliette sat, cross legged, unable to look him in the eye.

What was she supposed to say? She wanted to be a good person, to be the one who broke the pattern that was her mother and her terrible deeds. What made her any different than Tess and her large, expensive parties?

Was it her morals?

Or was she just as much of a monster as the abusive disaster that was her adoptive mother?

Before she knew it, her eyes were blurred with tears. Juliette drew in a long, slow, breath.

“So how does it begin?”

She’s small and quiet--in more ways than one. Her whole presence is quiet, withdrawn, like it only wants to take up the space it needs or less. She’s a consenting adult by all rights save one - the one that makes her so childlike now. Trauma makes children of even the oldest and the strongest. Crowley smirked as he watched her, a new light sparking in his eyes when her eyes filled with tears.

A nice, easy sales pitch. Just what he needed to feel back on top again.

“Bit different for everyone, isn’t it? Almost always a slow slide, though--and so spectacular a one-eighty you don’t even recognize yourself after.”

Crowley paced over and sat down beside Juliette--great name, he was a fan to say the least--as, with a sigh, he dropped forward some, elbows on his lap and feet apart. Sorrow colored him now, and it wasn’t just ACTING. Deals went over better when you could get a little more  p e r s o n a l  with the clientele.

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There was so much she could not really explain to him. Telling him why she was curled up on the floor when she could easily be somewhere much more comfortable was a lot more tricky than her tired mind was ready to deal with. Night terrors plagued her, demanding that she wake and acknowledge them. The fear of what could lurk under the bed, under a couch, under anything, the fear of being snatched up and carried off…

It all overwhelmed her. The only thing that felt safe was curling up on the floor. So that is where he found her, curled with a blanket and a pillow…and Stella. Julie was not sure when the dog had joined her, but the beautiful creature was definitely a comfort. Julie peered up at Quinn, her hand absently stroking Stella’s neck as she tried to find some sort of explanation.

After a few moments, she made a small noise, climbing to her feet so she could find her text to speech device. With the small item in hand, she returned and slowly returned to her spot on the ground.

“I am sorry. Did I wake you? I did not mean to disturb you. I…”

She hesitated, rocking a little where she sat.

“Could not sleep. It happens sometimes.”

Why was she so afraid of what he thought? Worse, why did she shake like she had done something wrong?

Quinn had gotten curious when Stella was nowhere to be found. It hadn’t taken long to find her curled up with the young woman on the floor. And he was concerned. He wasn’t sure what had prompted her to migrate to the floor but he assumed that it couldn’t have been good. Nightmares wasn’t a concept that Quinn was unfamiliar with in the slightest.

He watched her as she got up and went to get her device. Now he felt a little bad for disturbing her but he just wanted to make sure that she was alright. Quinn was already shaking his head before the voice finished its delivery of her message. 

“No, no you didn’t wake me. I didn’t know where Stella had gone so I went looking for her and saw you on the floor.” 

Quinn squatted down so he was more at Juliette’s level as she sat on the floor. Stella didn’t get up to come over to him which seemed to indicate to him that she knew Juliette needed her attention more. He couldn’t fault her for that. 

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          It was almost unsettling holding the CD behind his back. Sharing music with another shouldn’t have been this frightening, but with the importance it held he couldn’t help but swallow around the lump that began forming in his throat. How long had it been since he’s listened to the music on that disc himself? A few years maybe? That thought alone had his nerves clawing at him. He’s never even shared this with another before, but for so many reasons he felt it was right that he offer that chance to Juliette first.

          Taking a deep breath, he closes the rest of the distance between them before slowly pulling out the CD. As he holds it out he chews on his bottom lip for a few moments. He’s not quite sure what Juliette would think, but he guesses it’s as good of a time as any to find out. So he does his best to hold onto any semblance of confidence that he has as he looks at her.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. A thousand calculations at once...  He had no weapon of his own, their surroundings weren’t optimal for a fight like this. There was a high probability SHE could be hurt before he managed to get to her, even with his speed. He’d have to be careful. He’d have to be faster... 

He’d been created to be a negotiator, first... time to put that to use. A slow step forward, hands held up, palms facing them. Anger was concealed behind a cool demeanor, neither features nor LED betraying any of it, save for the nearly imperceptible clenching of his jaw at the frightened sound she made.