Our Guardian Angels

Roger Mitchell let a rush of morning air into his lungs as he walked down the side steps of their house, taking in that last bit of freedom before making his way to work. The gentle *click click* of heels told him his wife was right behind him, diligently walking him to his car before she made her way to her own--just like she did every morning. It was a comforting sound, though he generally forgot to notice it. It was far too easy to take the last few moments of her presence for granted.

Today, though, instead of her usual quick parting kiss, Bridget reached out a hand and pulled her husband towards her.

"You know, today's a half day at school today," she said slowly, fiddling with the front of his sweater. "The kids are going home early..."

"Really, hm?"

"Yep... and a little bird told me you only had to work the morning shift, today," she added with a suggestive smile, drawing one of his arms--then the other--towards her waist as she backed him against the rear of the car.

"As long as no one decides to start the town on fire. Why," Roger questioned with a smirk. "You have plans?"

"Maaaybe," Bridget shrugged. "Natasha's going to be spending the evening over at Josh's, so we'll have the house alll to ourselves..." She shrugged again, leaving the rest up to his interpretation.

The look in his wife's eye made the corner of Roger's mouth twitch into a smile. "Oh? Well then--I guess I'll have to make extra sure Wyatt doesn't make me stay late today, won't I?" He pulled her against his lips so quickly she didn't have time to react to his suggestion.

Man--it was nice that Natasha was finally old enough to shove out the door once in a while.

Roger's spirits were high as he watched Bridget disappear into the garage--so much so that he didn't notice a swift blur of blonde swoop behind his SVU as he climbed into the driver's seat, nor the strange clunking noise right before he pushed his key into the ignition.

It wasn't until the roar of the engine was in full rhythm that he noticed anything was wrong.

Then, it hit him.

The smell.

Roger frantically shut off his engine, but he'd been a fireman long enough to know that the odor wasn't coming from under the hood--so naturally, he turned around to look behind. What he saw was not what he expected.

"What in the bloody hell--" he slammed the door to the vehicle so hard he heard the glass rattle in the frame. "What is going on?!" Unfortunately, no one was around to answer him, so he stamped to the end of the car in disgust, trying to cover his nose from the fumes that were still pouring out of his tailpipe.

As the greenish smoke continued to rise, two giggles were quietly stifled around the corner of the house.

"That was amazing," the high-pitched squeak of Pippin's voice said cheerfully, giving Korva just the validation she needed. "Think he saw us?"

Korva shrugged, clearly not concerned. "Who cares?" After a moment, she smiled even wider--if that's even possible--and cupped her hands around her mouth. "GO GREEN OR SMELL GREEN, GAS GUZZLER!"

"What--WHY YOU LITTLE--"

Korva sprinted away at light speed, Pippin following along not far behind her trail of dust. "Keep going, keep going--he's gonna catch us! EEP!" she squeaked.

"Ya--huff huf--right--huff huff," Korva gasped, casually tossing glances behind towards the man still gagging on stink behind them. For good measure, as they passed the trash can, she kicked it over with a slam of her foot, sending garbage skittering out all over the sidewalk. "YOU SHOULD LEARN TO RECYCLE, TOO!"

"You--Get back here, kid!!"

"Neveeeerrrrr!"

---

"I'm just saying, you guys are missing out," Veronica said with a wry shrug as she swayed back and forth in her swing, the sound of crunching gravel following every drag of her feet. "While you guys are locked away in a computer lab squishing stories into a newspaper nobody's going to read, we're going to be off taking field trips, competing at other schools--"

"--showing everyone just how bad-ass your piece pushing skills are compared to theirs," Kenzie finished with a giggle, making Veronica's face scrunch up in disgust.

Kenzie gave her a light, 'just kidding' wink, before adding, "Sorry Vee, Margo and I just aren't that into chess. Right, Margo?"

After a few moments, a small "Mhm," was Kenzie's answer, barely audible atop the sound of cars rolling by on the nearby street.

"Aw c'mon, Margo's plenty into chess--at least, plenty into Josh Seymour... I hear he's disappointed you're not jooiinniingg," Veronica remarked in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, but I bet Natasha's not. Didn't you see what her friend wrote on Margo's blog? I know Claire's a bit of a prat sometimes, but she's right--it's probably not a good idea to get on ol' Gnat-face's bad side..."

Miles away, Margo heard their voices echo in her mind. She understood what they were saying:Josh, Natasha, chess, her blog... the petals fell gently into the current of her thoughts, but were carried away, uncaptured, unread.

Closer to her thoughts, yet further away, a bigger fish had hooked her line. The sounds were distant and murky, but she recognized the cursing voice, and the grunts of two boys talking with their fists--and though she couldn't see them from this side of the building, her eyes were drawn in their direction. Lines of worry and curiosity drew tight around her eyes.

"It's no use, Kenzie--she can't hear you."

"MARGO." BANG BANG BANG; the resonance of Kenzie's hands hammering the metal by her feet almost sent Margo falling backwards, petrified, off the top of the slide.

"What!" Margo squeaked, clinging to the bars with her dear life. "What?!"

"Aho, she lives!" Kenzie laughed, standing at the foot of the slide next to Veronica, her hands on her hips. "C'mon, we're going to walk you to the Ranch. You ready to go?"

"Oh... Yeah, right." Margo hid her blush against her shoulder as she let her body slip down to level ground.

"Anyways, as I was saying," continued Kenzie from their previously unprocessed conversation. "I think Margo and I are going to have a great time at the newspaper. I've already got this idea about doing little investigation articles on little unsolved mysteries around the school--Margo said she'd help me out with them. It'll be fun!"

"Ha, maybe I need to hire you guys to figure out who stuck the gum to the bottom of my shoe during gym class," Veronica grumbled as she shuffled along beside them towards the sidewalk. "Couldn't scrub it off in time, so my shoe kept popping off during laps."

"See? What do you say to that, Margo? It's going to be great. You have nothing to worry about! Daisy's probably going to be so busy writing articles about how horrible life is being rich, she won't have time to bother us."

"Yeah... I guess." Margo was not convinced.

As they approached the front of the school, Margo's steps became slower and slower, until her pace had diminished so far that Kenzie and Veronica both stood behind her, watching her melodramatic gait with their eyebrows raised.

"What's wrong, Margo?" Ronnie asked, biting her lip.

Margo gave no verbal response; instead, her head tilted in the direction of a boy's scream of defiance--then the *thud* of a body slipping to the pavement, and several pairs of footsteps fleeing the crime scene. Both Kenzie and Veronica sent wide-eyed looks at each other, then at Margo.

Before anyone else could say anything, Kenzie shook her head fiercely. "NO, Margo. You can't. He's just going to make you upset, and you know it."

Margo sent a pleading look at Veronica, but unfortunately, she didn't get any support there, either. "Sorry, I gotta agree with Kenz... You really shouldn't."

She could feel the knot in her stomach growing the longer they gave her reproachful looks. Kenzie and Veronica didn't understand--they never had. It was something Margo simply couldn't explain in a way that made them okay with her obsession, and it had haunted her all the years they'd been friends. They supported her in everything... everything, but this.

In truth, Margo knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could fix about him. She'd given up hope a long time ago, but part of her--oh, that part of her that believed she flew over mountains and seas while she slept--had an urgent need to see that hope renewed.

"I just..."

"... need to go to him," Kenzie finished for her, so predictable Margo had become. "Yeah, we know." She laughed and tried to rub the frustration out of her face. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

"Yeah... I know..." Margo sighed, dropping her arms to her side in defeat.

As they began to leave Margo to her quest, Veronica turned and sent a worried look back, offering a small, "Be careful," in leiu of the ability to convince Margo to leave it be. It was their only parting words before they each gave a weak wave and wandered in the opposite direction.

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

You left me in the dark

No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map

And knew that somehow I could find my way back

Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too

So I stayed in the darkness with you

- Cosmic Love, Florence & the Machine (Listen Here ♫) -

Margo could feel herself trembling before she took her first steps in his direction. Without her friends, Margo felt naked. They were her shield from the world, without which she was was bare and defenseless in a way that left her sick to her stomach--even worse, around him.

Ian. He sat, crumpled, against the corner of school building, moving very little as she tentatively approached. One step, two step, three step, four; at the last, when she was barely within arms-reach, he finally  registered her existence. The tossled mop of hair shrouding his eyes lifted, slighty--only enough so that she could feel his hot gaze burning towards her feet.

"You again?" he groaned as his head slumped back against the wall behind him. "Just can't leave anything be, can you."

Margo's gaze turned away, ashamed, as her hands began to shake--she intertwined them behind her back to hide her cowardice. "What h-happened, this time?" she finally managed to stutter.

"Why the hell does it matter? Just go away."

"I.. I.. I just.. Oh my g--"

Ian had finally managed to fumble up from the ground, favoring one leg and flinching when his ribs hit a groove in the wall--and once at eye level, the damage hit Margo like a grand piano, ripping the air clean out of her lungs.  She couldn't recall a time when she'd ever seen Ian's face pristine, but she had never seen him like this, right after the marks had been made.

Margo must have turned a shade of green, because the next words that left Ian's mouth were, "What, never seen a black eye before?"

"W-w-well yeah, but... Ian...why did they--"

Ian fiercely broke her off. "My face was too pretty, obviously... Can't you just leave me alone?"

He turned his face away from her. For a moment, Margo thought she caught a glimmer of shame, but it evaporated the moment his lips snarled back again and his gaze flickered towards a passing car, which he seemed to find much more interesting than her.

Margo bit her lip, but the words were out before she could stop them. "I wish you would stop fighting."

She immediately regretted speaking when Ian's eyes snapped back onto her with fire in their depths. "Sorry, I forgot it was my job to grant your wishes, Princess," he growled with the thickest sarcasm. "I must have left your list in my other pants."

If possible, Margo's face deepened to a darker shade of red. "It's not that," she whimpered, her head tilted away. "I just... don't want you to get in trouble."

Ian shook his head, trying not to let the fury still welling inside him escape. "Why," he groaned between gritted teeth.

"I... I don't know. I just... don't."

Her answer clearly annoyed him so deeply that he didn't dignify it with a response; instead, he let his head drift to the side again, yet again pretending she wasn't there, as if in hopes she'd eventually spook away.

She didn't. For a moment she did consider it, but the thought of leaving him in such a condition wrought her with agony. Gently and quickly, she licked the base of her thumb, and pressed it under his eye. "Just hold still, let me wipe this off you--"

"Stop," he whispered, gently trying to push her away. "Don't. Don't touch me. Please."

"--if they see you like this... just tell them... tell them I just... ran into you with my bike or somethi--"

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!"

In one swift movement, she was against the wall, with Ian's hands pressing down and caging her in--his face was so close to hers, she could smell the blood drying against his cheek. For a moment, nothing happened; they were both caught in a heartbeat, breathless and frozen.

Finally, he exhaled, releasing what felt like a wave of fire against Margo's face. "You need. To stop this."

"S-stop what?" She spoke so timidly she didn't recognize the sound from her own mouth.

"Stop... trying to get involved."

Margo let herself blink, so the fear welling in the corner of her eyes wouldn't escape, just yet. She wanted, desperately, to be brave enough to push him away, to tell him he was wrong--but her hands betrayed her, quivering violently at her sides, useless. She was captive to his eyes, even though they were closed from her.

"Why," she finally asked, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I just want to help."

Ian's gaze avoided hers, instead staring blankly at a brick to the side of her. As he did, she searched his face for some sign of an emotion that wasn't anger, for a shred of the boy she'd had a glimpse of so long ago... but there was nothing. Nothing but the red of anger, the red of the blood that stained him. It inflicted more pain than the words that came through his gritted teeth.

"Well, you're not--so just stay away from me, you hear?! ... Just... stay away."

As his words fell to silence, his hands dropped and turned away, leaving her trembling against the building, alone.

When he managed to get a few steps away, Margo wrangled a burst of courage, pressing her weight back onto her feet to pursue him.

"J-just remember... if anyone asks... it was my bike--"

A nearly inhuman noise came from his throat. "Don't you have somewhere to be?!"

As a matter of fact--

"OH MY GOSH! THE RANCH!"

Margo fought the weight of her pedals harder than she ever had. Each push let out an unnatural squeeeaaaakk, but with bleary eyes she ignored the strange looks of passerbys and kept going.

Reee ree ree ree ree went the bike--it was annoying, but the rhythm kept her focused, and on the right thing, too. Ian and his words tried to cycle back into her mind, but as the wind whipped through her hair much slower than it needed to, she managed to panic about her tardiness enough to keep her momentum steady--a tough feat for a girl who pretended to be sick half of her gym classes.

Several minutes later, with her lungs on fire and legs turned to puddy, the rustic walls of the Simlous Lake Horse Ranch came into view. Margo barely made it through the front gate before her bike was sent skidding into the surrounding brick wall, and her feet clumsily toppling over it to aim her towards the picnic bench she saw Christina and Rachel lounging on.

"Sorry heh I'm heh late!" she wheezed as she bolted towards them, still managing to stay vertical by some miracle.

"Where have you been girl, we were so worried!" Christina said, shaking her head. "And what is that on your hands!"

"Oh, it's... paint... from... remedial art class." Remedial art class--Margo was going to be kicking herself all night for that one.

Rachel, however, gave Christina a sour look and nudged her in the elbow. "Will you stop fussing--look at her, she's out of breath!" In the flash of a moment, Rachel's eyes went glossy. "And oh my goodness--will you look at how much she's grown?! Eee, our little Margo has gotten so big!!"

It had been quite some time, but it wasn't until Margo saw the look in both oogling faces that she realized just how true that was: she had grown. It seemed fresh in her mind, but she'd barely been learning to tie her shoes the last time she'd seen the pair of them. Those were the days of rubber boots and pigtails, of hopscotch and vivid daydreams...

... though maybe that last one still hadn't disappeared, quite yet. "Oh gosh,  how long has it been?" Rachel asked, giddily doing calculations on her finger.

"Ack, well don't say it out loud," Christina sniggered. "I'm not ready to feel old, yet! Now c'mere you!" Before Margo could object, she was being embraced by not just one, but two pair of arms.

"So, I guess you're pretty curious why we both came all the way out here to see you, huh?" Rachel asked as they finally withdrew, leaving Margo feeling even more like play-doh than before.

"Ya, I guess," she replied with a soft, excited smile.

"As you probably know, we've been talking to your parents quite a lot lately, and--if you're open to it--we came to a little bit of an arrangement, regarding your enrollment in the Riding Academy."

Margo's heart suddenly dropped through her stomach. "W-what kind of arrangement?"

"Well, Christina and I know the owners of the Ranch, here," Rachel indicated with a bit of a sweep of her arm. "And it sounds like lately they've been a little bit understaffed--which isn't too good for us, because a couple of the horses here are some from the LEC we brought over to try and find new homes. So, we were wondering--"

"And it's totally up to you--" Christina added.

"--if you'd be willing to come work here for a few hours after school every day, instead of paying a tuition of your Academy fees. It won't be a proper payment, but it'd help you out with the experience you're lacking, and--well, we'll be owing you a huge favor, in the future."

"So, you're telling me... You want me to come work here in exchange for classes?" Margo's heart skipped a beat. "That's..."

"Not what you were expecting?" Christina laughed. "I know it sounds great--and it is, trust me--but it's a lot of hard work. We don't want you to say yes unless you really, really think you can handle it."

Margo chewed on her lower lip for a moment in thought. "I--I think so... I just... I mean I have to ask my parents--"

"--We already did, they think you're ready to hold down a job. It's all on you, hon."

"BUT." Christina cut Margo off as she opened her mouth. "Before you make your final decision... why don't you come meet a few of the horses?"

Christina didn't need to say another word; Margo's face immediately lit up like a house on Christmas Eve. "I--of course!!" she stuttered, although her excitement was tempered by a growing nervous pit in her belly.

Clearly not noticing Margo's sudden bewilderment, the two women headed in the direction of the stalls without her. "Alright then--follow me!"

Margo let her lungs fill and empty several times before struggling to catch up to them with her wet-noodle legs. "Ooooh!" she gasped when she finally did.

"This, m'dear, is Rock the the Bass--or 'Rocky', for short. He's one of retirees... A little too old for showing, but still young enough to give a family an experienced horse for a few years, if we can find him a good home."

"He's gorgeous," Margo wheezed as she reached out her hand to rub the flat of his nose.

"Friendly, too," Christina added cheerfully. "But he can be a little... forgetful. Rachel and I joke he's got a bit of dementia--can't seem to remember where he's going half the time, which is part of the reason we aren't using him to teach new riders anymore. If neither of them can remember how to get home--"

"--it can cause a few issues," Rachel finished with a bright chuckle and a wink. "But other than that, he's a cuppa tea to deal with--just stuff his face with apples and he'll follow you around like a lost puppy."

As they began moving to the next stall, Margo could already tell what was up next was not going to a "cuppa tea". A loud bang against the side of the stall was quickly followed by a high-pitched shriek, a whinny so loud the countryside seemed to whinny right back with echoes. The saliva on her tongue instantly dried with fear.

 "W-who's that?" Margo raised a shaking finger to point to the dark face poking its way out of the bars--one looking at her with an intelligence in its eyes that left her shaking in  her boots.

"That would be the diva Rachel somehow managed to breed," Christina said with light, amused annoyance. "Who is so aptly named, 'Sound and the Fury'. Because she never shuts up."

"Aw c'mon, she does! Just... not that often," Rachel giggled. "She can be a little bit of a handful..."

"Little bit? HA."

Margo trembled, trying to avoid making eye contact with the horse staring her down with curiousity. "So like... is she... mean?" she stuttered, looking at Christina with worried eyes.

"Nooo, no no, she's not mean, just a bit wild. She's only been old enough to ride for a little while, but no one's had the patience to break her because every time we try, she acts like she's in the rodeo." Christina made a hand-gesture to imitate a rider falling on their butt. "She's actually quite playful, just... a little bit of a free spirit."

"So... just don't try to rider her," Margo made a note to herself. "Check."

After they began to move away from Fury's stall--who gave them a pitiful parting nicker--Christina and Rachel gave each other a small, knowing smile; Christina nodded, and Rachel moved away from the other two.

"Where's she going?" Margo asked, peeking over Christina's shoulder curiously.

"Well... there's one more horse we want to show you, but we thought you might like to see her a little more... up close and personal," Christina winked.

"What--why do you say--" Margo began, but it was a question Christina would never have to answer.

"OH MY--OH MY GOSH!"

"Is it--is it really--"

"The one and only," Rachel smiled as she carefully guided the horse beside her. "You know a horse is special, when it always finds a way back to you, you know."

Margo continued to blink, but her eyes had to be deceiving her. This couldn't be--not Dusty Dame, the tiny thing that she used to play with all those years ago, that defended her from Daisy, that rolled in the mud with her on summer nights and curled in her stall with in winter days--until someone came along and took her home... and Margo stopped coming to the LEC. It just wasn't the same, after she'd left.

"But she's so big..."

"So are you, compared to how you were back then."

"But she went back to her home, in Riverview! I saw her leave, myself!"

"Well, the lady that owned her was a tad elderly, you see--unfortunately she got very sick and passed away a couple of weeks ago. The family's not sure what they want to do with Dusty, so in the meantime, they asked us to keep an eye on her for them since we've looked her, before."

All of Margo's troubles ballooned away. Ian, Daisy, Natasha--thoughts less than vapor in her mind, now. Dusty could not have seemed more an angel to her than if she sprouted wings and flew--that face, that could cure even the deepest pains, was finally close enough to touch again. Margo swore it was only her boots holding her down from the moon.

"Hey girl... remember me?" Margo asked lightly, raising her fingers to gently rub the mud-caked face. "I'm Margo."

But she didn't have to say a word. In moments, they were nose-against-nose, breathing in the fond smells they had missed for all these years: for Margo, the dandelions Dusty was so fond of; for Dusty, the mustard stain on Margo's shirt. Margo laughed--and she swore, she could have seen Dusty smile.

Memories are made to be remembered, but Margo wondered, briefly, if it was so they could be relived.

---

An hour later, the doors to the Kane's house burst open wildly. Margo even forgot to check the door for one of Korva's traps, but today, she was lucky--there was nothing between her and her goal.

"Mommy, mommy! MOM, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs, sweetheart," she heard call back in a muffled voice.

Muddy footprints followed each of Margo's steps up the staircase, until she finally reached the landing with her arms still waving excitedly over her head.

"Oh MOM! You aren't going to BELIEVE this--I gotta tell... I gotta..."

Margo felt her heart catch in her chest. Something was wrong.

"Mom..." her voice cracked in her throat. "Where's Dad?"

At first, there was no answer. No sobs, or tears... Just silence. Silence that spoke louder than words.

Finally, when Margo had crossed the room on those legs ready to give out at any moment, she heard her mother's reply. "He.. uh." She cleared her throat. "He collapsed again, so Moe told me to bring him to the hospital."

Margo hesitated, but she had to know. "Is it serious?"

"His.. his uh... blood cell count. It's way below where they thought it was." Alesha struggled to finish the sentence with a tempered voice. "He's stable, but..."

Alesha didn't have to finish that one. Margo already knew the rest: He's stable, but he can't come home.

The sounds of the empty house--or the lack thereof--suddenly became overwhelming. Lilobot was gone. Her father was gone. Korva--she might as well be gone, too. Within a few weeks, their home had fallen from bustling life into emptiness. Though Margo was still here, she could see it in her mom's eye: the pain of being alone.

As with Ian, Margo was filled with the hopelessness of her inability to change what had happened--but it would not stop her from pretending, for a moment, she could.

With fingers still trembling, she reached out her hand.

Read more...

The Mystery Man

It was a world of endless, gray, bitter fog in which Margo lived. Even in days where the horizon was clear, or the sky was blue, it all was only a pale imitation of the world outside this wall-less cage. Every color here seemed more dull--every cloud more weary.

Her grandmother always said that Twinbrook was a place where dreams went to die. She wasn't sure whether to believe it or not, but Margo spent every waking moment trying to prove her wrong. Dreams were all she had--she couldn't let them go.

Occasionally, though, that bittersweet reminder would come: there was at least one wishing star that hadn't yet abandoned her.

She could feel its sunshine tasting her skin. Margo let it captivate her in the way a lover would; the light left lovenotes on her eyelids, the heat lightly touched her lips, and the wind stroked its fingers through her hair. She was past the days of pretending that's what love really felt like, but she still hadn't lost hope it might be even better.

Moments like this reminded her that, despite the love of her friends and family, it just wasn't enough.

Margo barely had time to soak in the warmth before it was stolen by the same cloud she'd been eyeing dreamily only a few minutes before.

'Figures,' she sighed to herself, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the deck. 'You always leave when I need you... just like everyone else'.

Speak of the devil. "MMMAAAARGOOOOOOO, where did you run off to?!" The chipper voice had no problems traveling through the glass door separating herself from the house's interior.

With a bit of a sigh, Margo trudged back inside, clunking the door a little bit too hard behind her. "Sorry," she mumbled under her breath as she made her way over to Lil, who stood in the middle of the living room, fidgeting.

"It's okay, Margee!" Lil shrugged. "Just had me a little worried when I came back downstairs and you had vanished!" Lilobot smiled widely, nudging her fingers in the direction of the boxes cluttered to the side of the room. "So? Shall we do some more unpacking?"

"Mmm... Ya, I guess."

Lilobot's uncannily human face scrunched up sourly. "Margee? You alright?"

"Yep." Margo's gaze fell to the floor.

"Hey--I may just be a hunk of metal with a new coat of paint, but that does not mean I am not programmed to know a frown when I see one. I mean, if you want, I can call Mom and Dad instead--"

"No, no--" That was definitely the sort of threat to get Margo to loosen her tongue. She stuttered, but even she couldn't resist saying what had been haunting her for weeks. "I j-just... want you to come home."

"Oh, Margo..." Gentle fingers clutched the teen's shoulder, giving it a small shake when Margo's eyes and face angled towards the floor. "Why?! You do not need me to take care of you, anymore! And you know if you need me, I am only a phone call away."

Margo's shoulders tightened into a shrug. "It's just not the same."

"Of course it is not--but it is better, for both of us. I miss you too, but... I am so busy these days you would not see me much, anyways." Lilobot wore a smile, but it faded when Margo didn't turn her head up to see it. "Do you want me to take you home?"

A pained gaze met Lil's. "I'm okay."

"Well then--let us get something accomplished, shall we?"

Margo took a deep, prayerful breath to try and raise her spirits, then took a step towards the unopened boxes--but a heavy rapping on the window behind her stopped her in her tracks.

"Heeh-ooohh" came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Margo saw a hand waving wildly through the glass, but at first glance, she didn't recognize the owner of it.

Lilobot's face toiled and scowled, quite obviously confused. "Huh, who is that?"

"OOOH!" The moment she swept open the door, a bundle of pink flowers blocked her view from anything else. "My favorite!! Are they--are they for me?"

"Of course, my dear--who else?" He was courteous and suave, despite the obvious edge of nervousness in the chuckle that immediately followed his presentation. The man waited anxiously as Lilobot took the gift, holding them just close enough to her face to experience the aroma but not squish the life out of them with her nose.

As the petals slid across her lips and back into the fingertips of her other hand, she turned and headed back inside. "These are so lovely--who sent them?"

An uneasy quiet fell upon the room. Lil waited expectantly for the man's response, but her words seemed to hit him like a heavy fist to the stomach. "I knew you weren't going to be happy to see me, but that's a little harsh, don't you think?"

Lil blinked quickly a few times as she set the vase onto her coffee table. "Why would I not be happy to see you? Have we met?"

"You don't--you don't remember me?"

"Uuuuuhhh... no? Am I supposed to?"

Margo looked at the man, then back at Lilobot. It had taken her a minute, but she suddenly realized: Tanner. It was him--the man who'd broken Lil's heart.

She'd only seen a few pictures of him, the ones that Lil had swooned over during their brief but intimate online relationship, but the name--and the indescribable pain he had caused her when he discovered she was a simbot--was something that drove knives into Margo's gullet, seeing him standing here.

"No... this can't be happening." Tanner let out a deep moan, then violently rubbed his palm against his head and slicked his fingers back through his hair. "When I heard about what you did... changing bodies and everything... I heard it's possible you'd lost some memories, but I never thought--I never thought you'd forget... everything."

Only one of Lilobot's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Yeah, that is an occurrence with a very low probability. Are you sure you did not just come to the wrong house?"

Tanner's gaze flipped from Lilobot to Margo then back again, his eyes frantic. "Of course not--Lil, I came here for you. I... I realized I was wrong. And when I heard what you did, because of what I said--I just had to see you, I had to tell you..."

He paused and sighed, clearly unsure of himself. "You have to believe me. We had something, something special--I don't want to let that go. I'm not lying--please... Margaret--Margaret, right?" He looked at Margo, praying he'd remembered her name correctly. "Tell her. Tell her who I am."

But Margo was no fool. She surely knew who he was, but that didn't change what he did. There were many things she was willing to forgive, but breaking the heart of one of her dearest friends--her sister? Not in a million years.

Margo leaned her body against Lilobot's, cowering and protecting at the same moment--and, looking at him with the deepest glare imaginable, she shook her head. Never.

"Look, Mister--the thought is sweet, and maybe you are telling the truth, but... I am not sure what to tell you. I do not remember you, and if little Margo here is not willing to stand up for you--" Lilobot shrugged. "You best be steering yourself out that door."

Her words were final, and he knew it. Tanner opened his lips to say something--anything--but Margo's continued glare was enough to keep him silent. Shaking his head, he turned and left them, so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't even bother to shut the door behind him.

When he was out of ear-shot, Margo let her arm drop from around Lil's back. Everything suddenly hit her like a bag of bricks. "Lil--you were lying, right? You... you remember him?"

Lilobot shook her head. "Nope. The guy is a mystery to me. Why? Is he for real?"

"Lil..." Margo's mouth hung open. If she didn't remember Tanner, the man who'd spun so much change into her life, what else was missing from her memories? "How much else did you lose?"

She was met with giggles. "Well Margee, that's a silly question--if I don't remember it, how can I remember I forgot it?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

Lilobot sighed, staring bewilderedly at the man still walking slowly from her home. Although she didn't want to admit it, Margo had a point. As much as she'd like to believe it was only the heartbreaks that she'd lost, the nagging feeling that there was something else--something important--kept ticking away at her mind.

Finally, Lil responded. "That," she said with a heartsick, worried voice. "Is a good question."

---

Margo flinched as she listened to the heavy footed Lilobot drive away, her little pink car speeding down the hill so fast there wasn't any reason to stand and watch her go, hoping to catch a wave.

Besides, the ride home had been rather silent. The two had tried to avoid talking about the elephant in the room, but it was clearly still nibbling on their thoughts.

Unfortunately, Margo's day wasn't going to get any better just yet.

Every bit of her was soaked. She was partly grateful that the water was at least warm, but the fact that she'd just had a massive bucket dumped on her head was too big for that to matter.

"I.. I... Wet... wet... so wet... aaaggghh..."

At least she didn't have to go far to see the perp; Kory quickly danced into view, skipping gleefully at the sight of her sister falling prey to her trap. "HA HA! Looks like Maarrggoo forgot to take her clothes off before taking a shoowweerr! ♫"

"W...W... wwhhyyyy...." Margo could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't want to add one more reason for Korva to laugh. She used every grain of will left inside of her trying to hold them back. This day was only getting worse and worse--but she couldn't let it get to her, not in front of this one.

Kory, feeling proud of her work, smacked her hands together gleefully and shrugged. "You were just a li'il stinkier than usual today, thought I'd do us all a favor and wash it off."

"What is going o--KORVA KALLY KANE. What have you done?!"

Alesha Kane was rarely angered, but there was patience, and then there was stupidity--and being patient with a constant string of terroristic attacks by one of her own daughters would be pure instanity. For all her desires to remain calm, this was one step beyond a very reasonable edge.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!

"I'm just doing my part to clean up a little pollution, mom--some smell pollution. Margo's stink is bad for the envirin-ment!"

"YOUNG LADY... You go upstairs, you grab a mop, and you clean up this mess--and then we are having a long, long talk. Do you understand me?!"

Margo groaned. The last thing she wanted was another reason for Kory to make her her target. "No, Mom, really, it's fine... I'm okay... It's just water..."

This time, it was her father who responded--Alesha had reached the end of her rope. "Nice try, but this is enough--Kory, go do as your mother says." Bradley gave Korva a long, hard look when she still continued to remain still. "NOW."

The moment that Kory's back was turned, the real waterworks let loose.

"Oooh, sweetie--I'm sorry... are you sure you're alright?"

"Just... bad... *sniffle* day... I... *sob* need to change... *heave* my clothes..."

"Well, before you go--honey, there's something your father and I would like to tell you."

Margo wiped her nose on her sleeve. A sour, suspicious look was bounced between both of her parents; though she loved them dearly, their constant schemes to try and cheer her up were starting to get old. There was simply a point where constantly trying to make someone happy turned from being sweet to insulting.

"Mom and I have been talking to your old friend Christina--you know, the gal who runs the Equestrian Center you used to visit all the time when you were little?"

Margo whimpered. "Mhm?"

"Apparently, the Center's starting up a new Riding Academy to teach girls your age--she remembered how much you used to love seeing the horses there, so she was wondering if you wanted to be accepted as one of their first students. Think you might be interested?"

Interested? The word didn't even hit Margo's mind. She wasn't interested--she was psyched. There was only a few things that could've turned her world upside down so completely so quickly, and--bless her parents--they'd found just the right one.

"I can't--I can't believe it--she wants me?! ME?! I--EEEEEEEE!!"

"Now now, your father and I haven't quite decided if we're willing to commute you all the way to Appaloosa Plains every week--"

"OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE--"

"Well..." Bradley sent a knowing smile at his wife. "I guess we can manage."

"Tankootankoo tankoo!!" When she finally stopped moving like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man, she ungracefully lept onto her father, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

She didn't have to say a word for them to know how much this meant to her--to finally have something she dreamed of come true. They didn't want to get her hopes up, that this would finally be a place for her to fit in and belong, but even the slightest chance of finding a gift she could be proud of was worth any amount of hours it took to take her to where she needed to go. If Appaloosa Plains it was, then there they would take her.

"You're welcome, sweetie--but before we tell you about the details, you should probably go change your clothes," Bradley chuckled. "You're getting me soaked, now."

"Yes, Daddy! Eeeeeeeee!!" She quickly disappeared into her room, squealing all the way until her door was shut.

The click of the doorhandle cued Bradley to drop his charade.

His body weakly hobbled to the side, then drifted backwards as he tried to remain steady--but it wasn't until Alesha's firm hand pressed against his back that he was finally able to right himself. "Eeaasy, easy, I've got you--just a little further forward..." Alesha's voice was calm despite what she felt beneath her skin.

"I'm alright," he wheezed, trying to lean against the post instead of his wife. "Just let me go, I can handle myself. I don't need your help."

"Stop lying to me. C'mon, let's go sit down."

"Really, Alesha--I'm fine. She just caught me off-guard..."

"So your own daugher can't hug you without knocking you over? Sweetheart, I understand this is hard, but if it's getting this hard... we need to take you back the doctor. I can't stand seeing you like this."

"Maybe... I just... I just need to sit. That's all. Okay?"

But he was so frail. Bradley had always been thin, but never this thin. Always been pale, but never this pale. Every day, he wasted away a little more--and the only one who couldn't see it was the rocket scientist. Ironic, that his intelligence made him so blind. Pride... it truly was a deadly sin.

"I'm sorry, Alesha--I didn't mean to--"

"Sssh... There's nothing to be sorry about. Let's just forget it, alright?"

"I... alright." ... "I love you."

...

"Alesha?"

"Yes... I know." ... "I love you, too."

...

"I always will."

---

Got woken in the night, 

by a mystic golden light

The smell of redwood giants. 

The banquet for the shadows. 

Horse and I, we're dancers in the dark.

There is no turning back. 

There is no turn.

- Horse & I, Bat for Lashes (Click to Listen ♫) -

Margo snapped awake.

For a moment she felt angry. It wasn't great to be torn from a rather sulty dream with Josh Seymour, but her groggy eyes widened when she realized what it was that had woken her--and anger was suddenly the last thing on her mind.

She stopped moving instantly, dropping to silence to see if she could still hear it. For a moment there was nothing, which caused her heart to sink, but then it came: the unmistakable thud of the trash can. She unconsciously smiled to herself. Her little friend had most definitely come to visit, tonight.

Without a another second's hesitation, Margo groped around on her nightstand for her camera, then tripped into her slippers and did her best not to stumble loudly out of her bedroom and into the living room.

'You're not getting away without at least one good picture, tonight!' she told the little beast in her mind;  the very thought of it put an evil grin on her face.

It was about time. He'd appeared suddenly two weeks ago, and ever since she'd  been put on garbage duty cleaning up after all the rascal's playthings scattered all over the lawn. However, during those two weeks, Margo had been doing anything but trying to drive the animal off. Instead, she'd been leaving bigger and bigger treasures for the animal to find. A steak, some lasagna--anything she managed to sneak away from the dinner table.

The goal wasn't to get him fat--just lure him in long enough for her to get a good picture... or, even better, to introduce herself to the furball.

He flailed about, unaware of her existence. Margo listened carefully, but the dog was so distracted by his trash bath that her gentle shuffle across the deck did not alert him to her presence. Good, she thought. At least I can get a decent picture!

Margo could feel the dew already seeping through her slippers, but she braved the swampy feeling as much as she could to kneel at just the right angle she needed. He was right there--right within the grasp of her lens--so close she could almost feel the drool from his mouth spraying in her direction.

"Just hold still for onneee second," she muttered.

Aloud.

Oops.

The dog fled the scene of his crime with lightning speed--so quick that Margo barely had time to react before he'd disappeared around the corner.

"Wait--wait, come back!! It's okay, pooch!" Margo fumbled to her feet, losing one of her slippers to the dewy grass and another to the slick garbage spread like caltrops in her path. "I'm not going to--"

She continued to chase, but as her eyes turned higher and higher across her field of vision, it wasn't just after the dog she ran. Margo had to blink several times, but she still couldn't believe it. He wasn't just running away from her--he was running to someone.

As she tried to catch him, bare feet gathering all manner of gravel twixt her toes, her eyes remained fixed on the horizon.

So far away, but so large that it seemed she could reach out her fingers and touch it, a figure stood framed by the moon. Its light and its shadow seemed something of a vivid dream, but the manner in which the dog ran towards it made it anything but a figment of her mind.

Light spilled around him, so bright she could feel the sting of it water her eyes. In the void of the night, it pulled in her gaze with so much gravity she could not look away... not that she wanted to. But, it wasn't the beauty of the light that kept her staring--it was at the solitary figure framed in it's rays.

He seemed more lurid, somehow, for all the light around him. He sucked it in, as if using its power to only feed the darkness. His identity was masked and his purpose, a mystery, but there was nothing in the world Margo wished for more than to be pulled into the shadow of his existence.

Her heart…….. It quivered.

Ba dump.
Ba dump.
Badadump.
Before she could breathe, he was gone.

Alright, before anyone gets too excited about the magical existence of a blue moon: no. Margo's imagination is just very very vivid, and often times things to her will seem much different than they actually are.

I also wanna throw a thank you out to altheaquin for helping me with the writing on the last section of this, because it was kicking me in the ass for several hours and I couldn't come up with jack. Thank you, peaches!! ♥

Also, in case you don't remember who Tanner is at the beginning of this post--the last bit of this episode should refresh your memory!

Well, that's it, guys--Season 8 has officially begun!! Hope you're ready for the ride! ;)

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