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LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

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"A demon?" Dinah said, surprised, but not too much. She stared at the shimmering blue, and reached for it, but held back from touching it. "What is that?"

She held it up to the light, the strange and random facets curving the flickering flames hypnotically. The sapphire was the size of an egg, which was small when she knew the size it had been. She had it on a leather thong. It flashed with the blue of an endless ocean, a fire all it's own, the sky itself in twilight.

"It was his. And now it's mine. A reminder."

Of what, she wasn't quite prepared to share.

"He had this around his neck, some sort of... pride thing. He let me get close."

A brief huff of a laugh.

"His mistake."

Dinah gave her a sober look, then went back to studying the gem. "It's beautiful. Hard to imagine something that's supposed to be evil owning something like that." She tilted her head, and asked, "I'm guessing he's one of the ones who tried to kill you and Eliot?"

"Yes," which was the truth even if it was a very misleading truth.

He was also my cousin.

"He wanted Eliot. They trapped me somewhere else, but Robert managed to help me find a way out and we got there in time.

"We hit him with the car."

Dinah winced, and heard Tahiri's voice in her head. "You did what you had to do. To save your brother." She was quiet a moment, then met Fiona's eyes. "Are you okay with it? Now?"

She looked back, her eyes darker than they usually were.

"I'm fine with it. It saved my brother and it helped my father, and he was the one who destroyed most of my town."

She looked down at the sapphire.

"And Beal had it coming anyway."

It was HIS chocolates that had made Fiona cut out her own capacity to hunger, that had almost killed her.

It just didn't change the fact that they were family.

Studying the sapphire again, Dinah thought of Fiona keeping it, to remember. "Still wasn't easy, though, I'm guessing. I'm glad you had Robert to help. And your brother." She nodded again. "Talk to Tony. He might have something helpful to say. He has a lot of spells he's working on."

"Any idea on how to broach that kind of subject?" she asked with a wry smile.

"Simple. The truth. Tell him you ran into one, and you're worried about threats to your life. Tony's a good guy, he'll tell you what he can. I just don't know how much that'll be." Dinah looked thoughtful. "Tell him I sent you, if you run into him before I get a chance to give him the head's up. He'll know it's not just curiosity then. Do you think more demons will come after you here?" Which was very much not a fun thought.

Oh, here was where things got complicated.

"I... maybe?"

She didn't look comfortable with this.

"I think they know to be more careful now," she noted as she lifted up the sapphire.

This is probably not the time to question when the Parent's Weekend I read about actually is.

Giving her a concerned look, Dinah said, "Maybe you ought to tell the Principal about this. Unless she already knows?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know what my family told them. I'm pretty sure my aunt Lucia is the one who made all of the arrangements."

She wasn't sure she wanted to, of course, but there was the issue of safety.

"I guess I should go see her and check."

"I'll go with you for moral support, if you want," Dinah offered. "She's really cool, she'll take you seriously about it, and at least that way you'll know what your family told her too."

Probably nothing.

The League wasn't exactly the 'sharing' type.

"If you want. You don't have to. I know you have other things to do."

She didn't like this. She didn't like lying to Dinah, but she wasn't sure she could tell the truth here and keep her as a friend. The conflict was written clearly on her face.

"Hey," Dinah said gently. Not sure how to express it, without getting too complicated, or intense. "Why wouldn't I? I have work on Thursday. Otherwise, I can go with you whenever you want, outside of class. This is important. I wouldn't blow that off."

Why did she have to make this harder? The more she spoke, the more she'd have to evade things or even out and out lie. Lying by omission was bad enough as it was, but Dinah just kept being so nice and supportive and--

She used a few words in the back of her mind that had only been in the vernacular texts of her Latin books and grit her teeth. Then she looked around for squirrels.

"If I said" she bit her lip "the name" tucked her hair behind her ear "Lucifer" and that was only when leaning rather close before she backed away "what would your reaction be?"

Dinah blinked, then automatically said, "That's a myth," before thinking again. "Wait. I just realized he's a myth in my world, from our Christian religion, but even there, some people believe he's real. The devil. Um. Ultimate bad guy, person who wanted to overthrow God. Why?"

"This doesn't go any further than right here?"

She was deadly serious about that. She didn't-- if Dinah hadn't made her feel horrible for lying to her, for doing the same kind of stupid thing her mother had done all these years, she wouldn't have said a word. But she wouldn't be like her mother when it came to things. And regardless of what everyone else seemed to think of him, she wasn't about to be ashamed of her father.

"Of course not," Dinah said, puzzled. Maybe Fiona knew devil worshipers? Well, with the demons attacking her, that wasn't the far-fetched idea it would be back home.

She was looking very much at the fire when she spoke.

"He's really not that bad. He tried to kill Beal for us, but it didn't work."

She wasn't quite stalling, but it was close enough. She didn't want to admit it until she'd perhaps, well, talked him up a bit.

"I mean, we knew him as the bum that lived near our apartment building, right? And sometimes he'd scam pizza out of someone from the kitchen in Ringos, but he was pretty decent. He even gave Eliot his violin."

"Mmmkay," Dinah said agreeably. When no more was forthcoming, she carefully asked, "Who did?"

"He goes by Louis," she told Dinah firmly, practically willing her to understand.

A breath in, a breath out, and she was doing this. She was actually doing this.

"My dad goes by Louis now."

Why was she talking about...? When Dinah finally got it, all she could do was stare for a full minute. Then clear her throat, and ask, "Why Louis?"

Because, holy-- well, unholy. Sheesh. "Seriously?"

She shrugged.

"Probably because people don't really react all that well to the other one."

That came with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, seriously."

Dinah was staring again, then caught herself, and said, "Sorry. Okay, totally not obvious to look at you..." She paused, frowning, then said slowly, "So is your dad retired, or what? Because pretending to be a street bum doesn't exactly match his reputation." Even considering whether she completely bought into this; because she'd come across weird, weird stuff in Fandom, but demon-kids had to be a first.

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