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A tall, muscular man clad in sport jacket and jeans walked into the cantina, then stopped and looked around as he recognized the place and remembered when he'd been here last.

-Four years,- he thought, pondering going back home for a moment before shrugging and walking over to a booth. -This is as good a place to work as any.-

One hand went up to absently rub the big purple bruise on the side of his face; souvenir of his last encounter with a door frame. Then he seated himself and asked the furry waitress for a coffee before immersing himself in his work.

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"I haven't frightened Broadway away yet." His dark eyes twinkled.

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but that's Gargoyles. Human teenagers are a whole 'nother ball of wax."

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He started to reply, but then thought of Lexington and groaned.

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it won't be that bad," she said.

At least your kids won't have to grow up worrying about the mob with the torches and pitchforks.

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Goliath shook his head. "I was thinking of something else."

Then he looked at her thoughtfully and recognized the slightly tense expression that lurked behind her amusement. "Quarrymen?"

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

She looked down for a minute. Humanity appeared to have made this Goliath slightly less dense than her version.

"Yeah. Just about everytime it looks like we're really starting to get people on our side, those guys manage to quash it down again."

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He nearly reached over to put a hand on her shoulder, but stopped himself and used it to scratch the kitten's chin instead. When he spoke his voice was low. "If... your world is anything like my own... it gets better."

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

"That's what my Goliath says, what we try to tell ourselves. I believe that, really, I do. But somedays, it's hard."

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His face was grave as he felt a lump rise in his throat at thought of what that alternate clan must be going through.

"In my reality the Quarrymen are no more."

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"You're lucky, then."

She shook her head, trying to clear some of the depressing thoughts out. "You know... we really ought to get together sometime, you, me, my Goliath, your Elisa. A double-date."

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"I'll speak to Elisa." He watched her for a moment, then said gravely, "Speaking of teenagers, have you ever seen one after three days of substituting sugar for sleep?"

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Elisa laughed at that, feeling the distracting thoughts rolling out of her as she did.

"Can't say that I have. But then again, the only teens I get to see regularly are Lex, Broadway, and Angela."

Her Brooklyn had, of course, stopped being a teenager several months ago, her time, and many years by his own.