School starts up again. Darren and Bella are both skipping straight into twelfth grade. (Bella looked into just starting college early, but while she does technically have the sort of resume that can lead to that kind of thing, she can't exactly write an essay about how she saved the life of another person and this caused her to have Moral Character, let alone about how she started a small business - so skipping one grade it is.)
They apply to colleges. They both get into University of Washington and get sufficient scholarships to accommodate both going there.
Summer ensues again.
One afternoon, Bella is over at Darren's, and has fallen asleep - in purring fullform - across his lap on the couch.
"Unless you need me to be there," says Savannah, "I will go home and fall into a coma for the next week or so."
"Never wear your favorite clothes on a rescue mission. Do we have extra invisibility scrolls to cover our landings or are we coming in via the woods?"
"Woods. We brought all the invisibility scrolls with us, and used them all. Next time, more invisibility scrolls, apparently we didn't bring nearly enough."
"Entire bindersful," says Bella. "Do you suppose we could enchant a three-ring binder or something to make it clear which scrolls in it were already used up? Then we could just bring forty of everything and clear it out and replace the paper later."
"I'm very clever," she yawns, and she starts circling for a sufficiently obscured landing in the fog of the woods near her house.
Savannah waves, and then heads off to her home, to go be in a coma. She's tired. Killing people and eating their hearts is hard work.
Bella lands on soft paws, then trades them for shoes, and puts away all her nonhuman parts, and waits for her boyfriend before walking to her house.
Darren lands shortly after, putting away his hooves and wings and returning to human form. He takes her hand, and then - off they go.
Bella lets herself in the back door, lets her father hug her briefly, and then kisses Darren and says she'll be back in a little bit and scurries upstairs for a shower and change of clothes.
"I'll do my best to make sure this never happens again," he promises.
Darren follows his gaze, and looks at the bullet hole. "Oh. Um. I healed it, it's fine," he says, lamely. "We kept Bella out of harm's way once we got to her."
Flop.
He's out like a light in record time. Savannah's not the only one who was tired.
That's fine, Darren shifts a bit in his sleep to accommodate her. It's not like she could ask, what with him being asleep and all, but she's probably welcome to use him as a pillow.
And she works on her fairy princess magic.
She has now done it accidentally a few times and sort of on purpose once - and the first couple times she doesn't even know what she was doing, because she wasn't injured. So it probably isn't just healing unless she and Darren did both have very quiet cancers, but it beats her what it would be. Maybe she can do other things. Maybe she can learn to do them without passing out.
Maybe if she does something smaller than healing somebody of potentially lethal injuries she'll be able to feel what's happening while it's happening.
She gets a piece of thread and snips it in half and puts the cut ends close together and puts her chin on her desk in front of them and stares them down.
And fifteen minutes later she's at Darren's door practically battering it down in her excitement.