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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.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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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.

She shrugged.

"My mother said she cut him off from the source of his power. I guess that means she made him human. He's, well, he's back to himself now; he said he did it to help protect Eliot and I and he's never actually lied to us."

He was actually the only one to hold that distinction, strangely enough. Her mind reminded a bit, though.

"Actually, I look a little like him. I mean, Eliot more than me, but we've both got his eyes."

Dinah reflexively peered at Fiona's eyes before she could stop herself, then facepalmed. "Sorry, that was rude." She shook her head, then frowned. "Shouldn't he be able to stop those demon guys then, if he's, um, who he is, and he has his-- power back?" She paused. "Also, kudos to your mom for pulling that off, for however long it was."

"It's... complicated. He didn't get to tell us much about it since our mother showed up. But judging by what he told Eliot, that side of our family is really good at figuring out ways of getting around orders and rules."

As was the League, but she hadn't quite figured that out yet.

"Family, and... oh, man." Dinah winced, eyes closing. "Um. I have no response for the majority of this? Except now I really think you need to clue in Principal Winchester. Just in case."

"Then it'd be nice to have a friend there," she said. Her voice dropped a little lower.

"If we're still friends."

The sapphire in her hands shines brightly against her skin, a thousand little facets glowing against her. A reminder, she'd said.

Dinah's first impulse was, of course we are, her second, for once, to think hard about this. Not so much 'was Fiona a threat', as the risk from being around her-- and then that got dismissed too. "Look. I should probably be more afraid of you, based on those facts, but... I just can't manage it." She made a face. "You're you. I don't even know who my dad is; I wouldn't want to be judged by him. You didn't say much about your mom, but she's powerful, I get that. I'm not friends with them, I'm friends with you." And something she said to Arthur ages ago occurred to her, and yay, it was still true: "I don't give up on my friends until they give up on me. Okay?"

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she let it go and it was a tight, slightly wet sound. She certainly wasn't going to cry, no, no way was she going to cry, but she'd been rather close to the edge of it. Closer than she'd been in a few weeks.

She couldn't speak.

She just gave a quick nod and rubbed at her eye with one hand.

"Cool," Dinah said hastily, not wanting to make a big thing of it, and guessing Fiona wouldn't appreciate it. "So, yeah. Leave me a message, if you want me there, I'll be there. Like I said, Thursday's not good, but any other day, just let me know." She paused, trying to think of a graceful segue, then said, "So, you're still going to the Reserves tomorrow, right?"

A quick swallow as she nodded almost too fast.

"Yeah," though it came out a bit croaky, "of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Dinah smiled and shrugged. "Just checking. We can attack another portion of the beach or something. That'll be fun."

She nodded again, that quick, nervous nod, before it slowed down and she smiled.

"Yeah. It'll be fun."

And Fiona looked down before glancing over at Dinah in a thank you should couldn't actually voice.

Then she started in on discussing some of the strategies she'd been thinking about all week...

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