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WHO: Jenny Quantum (
century_girl) and the Midnighter (
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WHERE: Near the Porter's island.
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Midnighter is a dad.
FORMAT: Prose.
She already didn't like this at all. She couldn't feel anything around her and it was all wrong. It was hard to explain, because it was not something concrete like the Door not appearing when it should have. Jenny was... a part of the world, she had always been, and it felt like she wasn't, anymore.
At least, Daddy Midnight was there, and had answered fast, so she wasn't alone. If everyone was also here, it couldn't be bad. They'd find a way to make things okay again. That's what they always did, and Angie had told her stories about worse situations they had been in, when she was smaller. She could remember part of that time with Seth even if she'd been young. They were all used to this.
Jenny was going to wait for her dad and not move (or move just a little and fly to the other side of the water), and they would find out what to do; they always did.
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WHERE: Near the Porter's island.
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Midnighter is a dad.
FORMAT: Prose.
She already didn't like this at all. She couldn't feel anything around her and it was all wrong. It was hard to explain, because it was not something concrete like the Door not appearing when it should have. Jenny was... a part of the world, she had always been, and it felt like she wasn't, anymore.
At least, Daddy Midnight was there, and had answered fast, so she wasn't alone. If everyone was also here, it couldn't be bad. They'd find a way to make things okay again. That's what they always did, and Angie had told her stories about worse situations they had been in, when she was smaller. She could remember part of that time with Seth even if she'd been young. They were all used to this.
Jenny was going to wait for her dad and not move (or move just a little and fly to the other side of the water), and they would find out what to do; they always did.
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Was she really younger? Had something de-aged her, or was she from a different time period?
But that filtered through his head without slowing him down as he crossed The City by the streets and rooftops, moving like a parkour runner at super-human speeds until he had to slow down to scout the coast near the island.
He'd thrown on the mask-- Lucas Trent, currently a box-slinging yokel, couldn't move like he had to move. And he couldn't blow his 'secret identity.'
He would have, though, in a heartbeat, for Jenny. It was just luck that had put his apartment in the path of his mad dash across the city. He hadn't actually ever planned on returning to That Fucking Island for some time.
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She had just spotted him and hadn't even started flying towards him when he saw her, too, and it made her grin. She didn't wait for him to jump down the rooftop where he was standing and flew up to him, throwing herself in his arms to hug him tightly.
"Daddy! Do you know where we are? Everything's weird."
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'Little funny.' Jenny of 10/16 years old would have given him a withering glare for that kind of baby talk. But Jenny here wasn't even angry at him.
"What year was it when you left?"
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"2005." She looked up, frowning a little. "You just left. Did you come here?" 'The timeframe is a little funny' meant he could have walked out on them and come here and been here for long. "How long have you been here?"
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"No. No, honey, I came here in 2010. But I've only been here a few months." Under the mask, his brow furrowed, shifting the leather just fractionally. "Did you come through the Door when you got here? Or did the Porter take you from somewhere else?"
Easier to focus on the logistics of her arrival than explain his three year absence and try to make excuses-- 'Mind control nanites' sounded like such a cop-out.
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She shouldn't be playing with time and know things like this. She'd seen the future and it wasn't bad, maybe asking about it could change it all.
And part of her was scared about what it might be like.
Jenny shook her head 'no', never letting go of her hold on Midnighter's neck and shoulders. "I was in the Carrier and then... I wasn't. I was told to this," she motioned to her communicator, "and dog tags. They're in my pockets."
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Over his dead body she would be.
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"But why? You'll need me. People will need me. You know I can fight."
This wasn't the first time they had this argument, but in their current situation, Jenny thought she had even more reasons to get involved as she did before.
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He scowled. "There are people who want to hurt you. Some of them might be here, too."
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Her dad was right about a lot of things, of course. It was true that they couldn't trust the place, and it was true that the team not being there changed things. Jenny would dwell on the fact Angie and Apollo weren't there later. For now, she just wanted to argue, because they were by themselves, and she couldn't just abandon her dad and stay behind, could she?
She pouted before she kept on going. "If you're going to get involved, I better get involved, too. You can't just leave me behind."
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"I think it might be good for you to be a normal little girl for a while. Until we figure this out," he offered, because even as a little girl she'd wanted to be involved.
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She laughed, close to a giggle, and grinned at Midnighter. "Do you have a real secret identity, now? Not like last time?"
She was half-teasing. Last time hadn't worked very well at all, not just because to her, Apollo and Midnighter had been exactly the same physically, but mainly because they were the same inside, too.
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Sheesh. Kids. Every one a critic. "I'm using the name Lucas Trent. I don't know how Jennifer Trent is a name you can live with, though."
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"But you always wear your mask, it was Daddy Apollo's fault. He only wore glasses. This can't really work."
Her smile shifted into a sheepish one, then. "I don't mind being called Jennifer Trent but I'm not sure I want to go to school." Jenny would be getting incredibly bored in school, to say the least.
She wasn't going to repeat the 'but we're not normal' argument because Midnighter knew about it. That didn't stop her from thinking that school was maybe a bit too much. She didn't need to go to school to have a secret identity, did she?
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The scowl remained, however, as he strode back towards the City. "You have to look at least moderately normal. If I can find someone I trust, though, they can pretend to tutor you at home."
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Jenny nodded and then stuck her tongue out, teasing. "I didn't like the glasses. And you could have helped him dye his hair instead!" Because Midnighter was so good with hair dye.
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"Can you hang on my back, Jenny?" He pointed at a fire escape. "We're going to go up this wall and get to my apartment from the roofs."
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She then made a face and rolled her eyes quickly. She pushed slightly on Midnighter's hand, as if to make him understand he could let her go, now. "I can fly, daddy. And if it's your apartment, couldn't you just use the front door?
Won't people see you and know that you live here? I told you you weren't very good at the secret identity thing."
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"Despite what you think, honey, daddy is still very slightly smarter than a concussed goldfish. I know you can fly. But I haven't been in a fight with anything more menacing than a vending machine in a month, and I'm going to get a beer gut." He did loosen his grip so that she could make her own way up.
"And skulking costumed people on roofs attract less attention than skulking costumed people walking up the inside stairs past Mrs. Carmichael and her pekinese."
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Sure, she was going to start thinking about Apollo missing at some point, but right now, she was happy to spend time with her other dad. She'd spent the last few days wondering if he was going to come back and thinking about it a lot, after all.
"You could also stop drinking so much beer," she added, sticking her tongue out and teasing.
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"Sixth floor, east side." He tipped his head toward an adjacent wall. "Let me make sure nobody's watching and we'll head in. Window's unlocked. I miss Doors, Jenny," he added with a mostly-suppressed sigh.
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She had said that already not that long ago, but things hadn't changed. She couldn't even explain it, it was a feeling of some sort. She didn't feel like she belonged and the world didn't feel like it was right. And, of course, that would be because it wasn't.
She nodded slowly and looked at her dad again. "Tell me when I can go."
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...he really, REALLY missed Doors, and a husband who could fly.