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The school year ends. Bella's routine goes from wake - morgue - school - Giles - school - Giles - Sherlock - sleep to a version of same without the "school" parts, although she mostly keeps up with Giles via brainphone instead of in-person visits except when she needs to swap out stacks of books, and she hangs out studying and playing with fire in the house that is Jarvis a fair amount even during the day while Sherlock's sleeping. (Her schedule, unanchored by regular attendance at Sunnydale High and enticed by Sherlock's necessary nocturnality, shifts a few hours later, and Charlie has calmed down about the curfew issue; as long as she calls before eleven to report on her whereabouts and usually sleeps in her own bed, all is well.)
Long-term experimentation shows that, at least as long as she's not getting bloodily injured in regular fights with Los Angeles's demon population (and she can generally make it through unscathed, and now every supernatural creature in this hemisphere knows that the Slayer can set you on fire with her mind and some demons keel over with no visible injuries if she just looks at them), she can operate in fine and suitably Slayery condition while being nibbled on most days. It would probably not be a wise exercise for Sherlock to attempt to subsist solely on her, though, so the brick house does acquire a fridge and a microwave thanks to Sherlock's slightly stolen inheritance.
This afternoon, Bella is sitting in an armchair in the house that is Jarvis, reading about some neutral demon species and taking dutiful notes.
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"Probably for the best. He does not know where you live - although if he didn't just spontaneously try to arrest you, I suppose he could follow me here sometime - and I don't think you appear in the white pages."
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"Anyway. If he shows signs of being inclined to arrest me for statutory nibbling, please inform him that I am not as old as I look."
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"He might arrest me if I told him that. It has been repeatedly impressed on me that I get leeway for being trustworthy, not for being his kid."
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She shrugs. "In this hypothetical scenario, he determines to his satisfaction that something's going on to warrant arrest, whether it's that specific or not. The thing that would make the arrested party not-you might make it me instead. Probably not gonna happen, though."
Minnie pops into visibility between the two of them, stunned. "Six?" she says. "Six?"
Minnie pops into visibility between the two of them, stunned. "Six?" she says. "Six?"
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"What's a clone and how does that make you six and why didn't anyone tell me this before I ogled you in the shower?" exclaims Minnie.
"Minnie," sighs Bella. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," says Minnie at once.
"Nope. You're a hundred."
"I'm obviously n-" Minnie is brought up short. "Ohhhhhh."
"Minnie," sighs Bella. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," says Minnie at once.
"Nope. You're a hundred."
"I'm obviously n-" Minnie is brought up short. "Ohhhhhh."
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"Likewise," says Sherlock, "I am obviously eighteen, but six is the number of years I have spent on this planet. It's just that the first two were spent growing at seven times the normal rate."
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"Oh, fine," huffs Minnie. "You be eighteen, me and Bella be seventeen, and I will go right on ogling you. ...Unless you don't want me to. Then I'll stop."
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Bella snickers. She's been getting in her fire-wand practices during the daytime, lately, so there is no need to waste valuable overlapping-awakeness-time on such things unless she happens to feel like that particular segue into - later activities. She puts her book aside and rolls up out of her chair. "Shall we?" she asks Sherlock.
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They do!
Minnie supervises, highly entertained.
Bella shoos her - and expects Jarvis to be comparably shooed - after.
Minnie supervises, highly entertained.
Bella shoos her - and expects Jarvis to be comparably shooed - after.
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"Mmmmmm," sighs Bella with delicious lassitude after same. "Iiiii will buy iron supplements." She consults her phone. "And hey, I'll even be home before eleven, kickass."
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Off they go!
Now, what is that thing trotting down the street over there?
[I don't know what that is.] She doesn't want to attract its attention.
Now, what is that thing trotting down the street over there?
[I don't know what that is.] She doesn't want to attract its attention.
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[We should follow it.]
She veers in its direction. [Jarvis, can you call my dad if I haven't contacted you to tell you not to by eleven, tell him I found something at Spencer and Third, and that you can contact me regardless of phone charge in an emergency and I might need the cavalry if we cannot handle this unidentified thing?]
And: [Giles, are you awake?]
She veers in its direction. [Jarvis, can you call my dad if I haven't contacted you to tell you not to by eleven, tell him I found something at Spencer and Third, and that you can contact me regardless of phone charge in an emergency and I might need the cavalry if we cannot handle this unidentified thing?]
And: [Giles, are you awake?]
[Yes?]
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[Demonic-lookin' thing on the prowl, me and Sherlock don't know what it is, it's about seven feet tall and completely white and smooth and basically humanoid but with giant hands and feet, moves pretty nimbly, trotting down the street like it doesn't care if anyone sees it, have you got a clue what it might be?]