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Who: Amy and Awiergan
What: 'Let's make a deal' that's really just an excuse for the brat to make threats
Where: Dreamland! Whee!
When: Late June 5th/Early June 6th




This dream was different from the others of it's kind. Almost always before, she couldn't get into the house, or even the garage. All the doors would be locked, barring her way. But this time, she wandered through the house freely, having found the front door ajar. It was dim and silent; that hadn't changed. Amy paused in the dining room, frowning. Everything was the same as it ever was, but why had she been able to get in here? She wasn't sure why this was a dream she was rarely able to change, but she accepted it as such. To be here now was a little unnerving.

"You're making something out of nothing." She muttered to herself, reaching out to run a hand over the back of a chair. But still...

"Mama?"

Amy jumped at the sound of her son's voice, whirling around to face an empty room.

"Eli?"

There was no answer. Of course not, she chided herself. He wasn't really here, it was her brain screwing around and-

"Saelig?"

She handled hearing Jalen's disembodied voice a lot better in that she didn't jump. Her heart might have skipped a beat or two, though. Frowning, she began to head back to the bedrooms. She should've opened the doors on her first walk through, there was probably something she'd forgotten buried in here. Passing the rooms of her grandfather and uncle, she went straight to her old room and stopped, staring at the door. Stupid, stupid, just open it, you're in charge here. Nothing'll bite.

She grasped the knob and gave it a twist, pushing the door open slowly. The room was cloaked in semi-darkness, and completely empty.

Except for the figure standing in the center of the room.

"Are you sure about that? Darkness has a good set of teeth."

Awiergan smirked at her, and Amy's first thought was to chuck a fireball at her. Her hand was already in motion when Awiergan put up both of hers in a 'Whoa' gesture.

"Wait a second before you waste the effort, would you? I just want to talk."

"Like I want to listen?" But she lowered her hand, standing in the doorway, scowling.

"That's better. Congratulations on getting your Jalen back, by the way. He's in every way a warrior to be proud of."

Awiergan was still smirking, but Amy could hear the irritation in her voice. Good, served the bitch right. She shrugged, choosing not to answer.

The redhead raised her eyebrows at her, then imitated the shrug. "All right, if you don't want to discuss your feelings on the matter...I have a proposition I'd like you to consider. Not that I couldn't do it without you, but let's just say it'll be more entertaining for me this way."

Oh, she must be out of her mind, to even have let the conversation come this far. Should've just fried her.

"Take your 'proposition' and shove it." Amy grabbed the knob and stepped back, pulling the door shut. Right as it closed, she heard Awiergan's voice from within, mocking.

"Well, I guess you don't love that son of yours as much as you say, hmm? Or your husband, your sisters, your friends-"

"Fuck you!"

There, she'd let Awiergan know she'd gotten to her. Just brilliant. It was time to dream herself into something else.

"The miasma thing's getting really bad, isn't it? People are getting sick again. You remember how bad it was the first time, don't you? How useless you felt? How useless you were?"

Awiergan was suddenly blocking her way down the hall, smiling innocently. "Must've been terrible."

Amy glared at her, summoning a palmful of Fire. Brown eyes flicked to it, then to her face. Another shrug, and Awiergan spoke.

"I'll get to the point. You want to protect your friends, your family, Jalen- though I don't see why. Most of all, you want to protect your son. You can't do that if you're sick. So, a deal. You let me borrow you from time to time, and I'll keep most of the nasty stuff away. Might even lend you a bit of what makes my magic stronger than yours."

Amy stared at her with her mouth agape, speechless. What the bloody fuck-

"Who're you kidding?" She finally blurted out. "You've already been 'borrowing' me whenever you felt like it! I don't need you to protect my family. Kiss my ass."

She tossed the fireball at the other woman, sighing with relief as she disappeared. Good. She got all the way down the hall before running into Awiergan yet again. She was leaning casually against the front door, but there was impatience in her eyes, and not a little annoyance.

"I think you do. I'd also like to say how damned inconvenient it's been, having to keep to a different schedule than you. Do you have to be around other people so much? I thought you didn't like them."

Amy's response was a smile accompanied by her middle finger. Awiergan laughed.

"I'm going to do it anyway, you know. I don't need your permission. Anytime I want, anywhere I want. I can keep you from remembering, too. You'll just have nice big chunks of missing time, like Song did. Nothing to tell you what I've been up to except your friends' complaints about 'Madame Terrorist'."

She made an exasperated noise. "Darkness, I hate that nickname."

Before Amy could shake herself free from the panic that was beginning to envelope her, the dream shattered.