[South Attic] Commiseration ... Now NFB and LOCKED to BEKA

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Illyana steps into her room from the light disk and vanishes it. She shakes soot from her hair and starts moving around the room. If anyone were to see her right now, they would be reminded of a large hunter trapped in a cave.

When she had started this, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, she wasn't so sure. She still wanted to help, but she hadn't meant for anyone to get hurt.

She threw herself down on her bed.

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Nearly asleep, Beka hears a bed smacking against the wall. She rises from bed, hoping that Yana has, in fact, decided to come home after their phone call. Or transdimensional call or whatever the hell it was.

"Illyana?" she calls softly, as she approaches the door to Yana's room.

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Illyana looked over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

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"Can I..." Beka took in Illyana's appearance. Tired and drained and sooty. "Baby Yana... are you all right?"

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Illyana turned over and looked at Beka through haunted eyes. "I'm not really sure love."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Ah, gods, Illyana. What's happened?" Beka went to her, because what else could she do? Yana needed her.

"Talk to me." She sat at the edge of Yana's bed, and waited for Yana to tell her.

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Illyana sighed.

"To begin with...that teacher, she messed with my mind, Beka. Professor Drusilla? I spent two days doing nothing but staring at my reflections in things." She shook her head. "I haven't been to any of my classes since then."

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Beka stroked Illyana's hair. "Drusilla..." Her hands wanted to clench into fists, wanted so badly to hit something.

Instead she made her voice calm, soft. "Don't worry about the classes, love. The Administration knows, I'm sure. I've heard rumors. You'll be excused. But there's more...isn't there? You were running before that. Tell me."

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Illyana sighed softly. "So many things in my head sometimes. Days can sometimes get lost. Sawyer saw what I am...and he was disgusted by it."

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At the mention of Sawyer, Beka went still. "I'm sorry, Illyana. A thing happened, while you were gone. Sawyer... I... Paige was a mess, some stupid spell. Sawyer helped me. I flirted with him. I haven't talked to him since. Still. I'm sorry."

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"You don't need to apologize. You can lose yourself in the flirting when he is around. It's just part of him."

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"Still, Illyana, he hurt you. Badly. I want to hate him for that." Beka sighed deeply, and laid her cheek against the top of Illyana's head. "Truth, I want to kill him for that. But he helped that night. So...I'll put it aside. As long as he doesn't hurt you again."

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"Beka...how do you know when what you thought as doing the right thing turns out to maybe be the wrong thing?"

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"I usually know when the people around me start getting pissed off at me or shouting. But I'm an idiot like that. If it's something more subtle... you know when you have to stop to ask that question." Beka ran a hand over Illyana's hair, a long soothing stroke. "Why, Yana?"