#samdoesnano

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"Well, this has been a swell piece of exposition," said Eliot, stretching and getting up, "but I think I'd better be moving along, since having a pack of vampires and the watcher's council after me doesn't sound like my idea of a good time. Thanks for the lift, best of luck, I'm outta here."

"Wait, don't you have some kind of, I dunno, honor code? Don't you have to protect me cause I saved your life?"

"I'm a vampire, Slayer, not a Wookie. Don't," he added in a growl at Hardison, who was about to pump a fist in the air in solidarity for the nerd moment. Hardison dropped the arm dejectedly to his side.

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Hardison sighed, leaned his head back to look up at the sky, or rather to look up at whatever he was seeing in his head of what had happened that night. "Something. Okay, look. There was a fight. But it wasn't a -- normal fight. These guys, they were -- not regular -- people. They were something else."

Nate put on his best "extremely confused and not sure if he's talking to a crazy person" face, and let the kid flail. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about -- like -- ok, fine, they weren't human they were like, monsters, like something supernatural, their faces were all weird like -- like Klingons, actually. Maybe they were Klingons."

"Klingons?"

"You know, Klingons, from Star Trek? Come on, everybody knows Klingons, man, it's not that geeky."

"No, I know what a Klingon is, but they're fictional, you know that right? You're telling me that club got attacked by Klingons? Was the fire caused by their photon torpedoes?”

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There was a constant comforting low light that meant it could be any time at all. He liked places like that. Bars, airports, 24-hour convenience stores. Places where time wasn’t quite real.

See, if time wasn’t real, then the past wasn’t real.

Also, if time wasn’t real, then getting drunk before five o’clock wasn’t a real problem. 

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Since I was also the only one of us who knew the whole story, they were now all staring at me while I tried to catch my breath. Hardison at least was nice enough to step in and explain part of it. He was starting to grow on me.

Unfortunately, his explanation started with, "Well, after Amy ditched you at the barfight, your dad here showed up and -- "

"My what?" Parker shrilled high enough that I frantically gestured for her to lower the volume so none of the super-sensory muscle looking for us would hear her. "Amy did what?" she added in a stage whisper. She glanced between me and Amy but then returned her glower to Hardison, who looked like a deer in headlights. He raised his hands in innocence.

"Hey, messenger, shooting, do not!" Hardison sputtered. Fortunately by this time I was able to jump in and cut him some slack. Only fair after his valiant effort to do the same for me.

"I'm not her father," I explained, which I thought even the kids should have figured out I was lying about by now, but apparently they hadn’t, based on Amy's gasp and Hardison's exaggerated look of shocked betrayal.

"I'm a -- "

"You're a Watcher," said Eliot, speaking for the first time since he had yelled at us to get out of the dungeons. I hadn't even realized he was joining the conversation, he had only just turned around and sat facing me, back against the concrete guardthingy. "That's right, isn't it? You're here to collect the new Slayer and bring her into the fold so you guys can keep an eye on her."

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Nate wasn't sure exactly how he had ended up at a demon bar trailing not one but two weirdass teenagers.

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Nate had to admit he was taken aback to find that a place like this existed outside of an after-school special. And as someone who took pride in his ability to fit in just about anywhere, he was hyper aware of how utterly impossible it was for him to look like he belonged anywhere near here. That would be the worst 21 Jump Street episode ever.

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Somebody please get me some bleach to permanently remove the image of T*m H*tton trying to do a 21 Jump Street from my brain. 

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NANOOOOOOOOO

HI! It’s time for NaNo! So here’s the thing about NaNo though, is the goal is “Put Words On Paper,” and they may not be GOOD words, so I’m not comfortable posting my fic as I go along during the month, because, well, it’s gonna need EDITING later. But what I do wanna do is post daily snippets that I enjoy of what I wrote. They may be totally out of context or they may be totally spoilery, just depends on what I like about that day’s work. So if you wanna avoid that for any reason, I’ll tag it with NaNo2020 and also SamDoesNano, so you can blacklist either of those :) UH I just had to edit that cause I wrote NaNo2019. I’m not even sure if that counts as wishful thinking, I think it just counts as “please be anything but 2020.”

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i finished i guess i just didn't expect to feel this emotionally drained afterward lol