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Ooh, Milliways. It's in her house - inside her house, in the closet where she was about to seek a change of pants - so she can't invite Sherlock along without inviting a vampire into Charlie's house without Charlie's consent. Ah well. She can still go check the Belltower. In she goes!
There's a Whistle. She can't remember this one's name, he's the one whose Bell hasn't been in. "Hey, Whistle," says Juliet.
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"That is good."
They reach her house. There's a police cruiser in the driveway. "Oh, Charlie's home. ...It doesn't actually matter if he finds out who you really are and where you're really from, but let me do the talking."
They reach her house. There's a police cruiser in the driveway. "Oh, Charlie's home. ...It doesn't actually matter if he finds out who you really are and where you're really from, but let me do the talking."
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Juliet lets herself in. "Hey Dad," she calls into the house. "I have a friend over. Gonna make sandwiches, you want some?"
"If they're done in ten minutes, but then I've got to get back to work, I'm just looking for my badge," Charlie calls from upstairs, "don't know where I left it, do you?"
"Haven't seen it! Salami good?"
"Salami's great! Do I know your friend?"
"Nope!"
"If they're done in ten minutes, but then I've got to get back to work, I'm just looking for my badge," Charlie calls from upstairs, "don't know where I left it, do you?"
"Haven't seen it! Salami good?"
"Salami's great! Do I know your friend?"
"Nope!"
Sue does indeed let her do the talking. He's still happy, but he's also... subdued, more so than he's been since she met him.
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"You okay?" Juliet asks Sue as she heads into the kitchen for bread and cold cuts and condiments.
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"And if I ask the same question about the available condiments will the response be 'all of the above'?"
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"You're not that hard to read," she laughs, and she finishes Charlie's sandwiches, sets them aside, and makes Sue a sandwich with relish, mustard, mayo, and ketchup all, plus both kinds of cold cuts. It's a little messy. She hands it over and starts on hers.
Charlie pokes his head into the room and Juliet presents him with his sandwiches. "This your friend? He have a name?"
"Oh, probably," says Juliet.
Charlie snorts. "What do I call him, Bells?"
"Matt," says Juliet.
"Good to know you, Matt." Charlie bites into one of his sandwiches, then grabs a sandwich bag and packs them. His badge is pinned on his shirt where it belongs.
Charlie pokes his head into the room and Juliet presents him with his sandwiches. "This your friend? He have a name?"
"Oh, probably," says Juliet.
Charlie snorts. "What do I call him, Bells?"
"Matt," says Juliet.
"Good to know you, Matt." Charlie bites into one of his sandwiches, then grabs a sandwich bag and packs them. His badge is pinned on his shirt where it belongs.
Sue is busy eating his sandwich, and therefore not practically able to join in the conversation.
He's oddly alert, though. He pays attention to Charlie, to what he says and where he looks and how he moves. Not staring or anything, just... noticing.
He's oddly alert, though. He pays attention to Charlie, to what he says and where he looks and how he moves. Not staring or anything, just... noticing.
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Charlie zips up his sandwich bag, and, as Juliet's closing her own sandwich, he holds out his arms for a hug. She gives him one. "Have a good and badge-augmented day," she tells him.
Charlie laughs. "Will do, Bells. See you tonight, and if you're going to be home after eleven, call first."
"If I'm going to be home after eleven I'll call first," Juliet agrees, almost ritually, "I will borrow Sherlock's phone if mine is dead, and I will not leave you in a panic in the wee hours of the morning ever again unless I am actually dying, cross my heart."
"Good. Love you, Bells."
"Love you, Dad."
Charlie goes, sandwiches in tow.
Charlie laughs. "Will do, Bells. See you tonight, and if you're going to be home after eleven, call first."
"If I'm going to be home after eleven I'll call first," Juliet agrees, almost ritually, "I will borrow Sherlock's phone if mine is dead, and I will not leave you in a panic in the wee hours of the morning ever again unless I am actually dying, cross my heart."
"Good. Love you, Bells."
"Love you, Dad."
Charlie goes, sandwiches in tow.
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"Yeah, but I dunno how expensive going to and fro is when and where you're at, for all I knew he visited every Tuesday."
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"Lucky you. Aegis seem homesick much? I'm betting not especially but that they write?"
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"Fair enough." Juliet sits down with her sandwich and a glass of water and lunches. "How's your overcondimented monstrosity?"