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Get you Gone

The meeting is over, the teams have been assigned, the plans have been laid out. It's time to get weapons.

It's time to wish each other luck, and say goodbyes--with the hope that they're only "good bye for now"s.

It's about to get very hairy from here on out.

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Sherry wandered up and looked at her father.

She already knew the answer to the question she wanted to ask (the answer being a resounding NO they would likely hear on the bridge), so she sat beside him and leaned her head on his leg. "Tell me when I have to move, please, Dad."

They would hear it on the other side of the universe, probably.

"I will."

He decided to sit next to her for a bit, and put his arm around her. "How're you holding up, sweetheart?"

Well, much like boys, she's not all that interested yet, anyway.

Sherry sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm okay, Daddy. Just tired." Being lumped in with a bunch of other people had little appeal for the girl, but she figured she could probably just sleep in one overlooked corner or another. "What about you?"

And that God for that. Leon had enough on his mind right now.

"I'm fine, maybe a little anxious. But this is the kind of stuff I do normally." He gave her a little squeeze.

Sherry looked up at him and smiled, "That is true, huh? I'm not worried, though. Everything will work itself out." One way, or another, anyway. "So don't be anxious, just be careful."

Pot, the brave little kettle is calling you out.

He managed to chuckle a little bit, and leaned over to kiss her on the top of her head.

"I will be, sweetheart. I'll still be here when this is all over."

"Good," she murmured. Sherry could feel the soft, fuzzy darkness in the back of her mind spread out and lure her into sleep. And per her usual, Sherry fought it. It wasn't a particularly good spot to fall asleep, even if Leon was almost as comfortable as Claire. And people would be making her move soon. "I would beat you up until you were alive again, and then I'd hand you over to Mom."

Who would probably kill him again. Oh, vicious, loving cycles.

"She'd just kill me again for dying on her in the first place," he told her, obviously thinking along the same lines. "But I'll spare myself your tiny resurrecting fists of fury. it'll save us all a lot of trouble."

He noticed her start to nod off a little, and nudged her a little bit. "Need to lay down? You have plenty of time before everyone is ready if you want to take a nap or something."

Sherry jerked her head up and frowned at Leon slightly. "No!" she felt guilty, wanting to sleep when everyone else would be leaving off to go to dangerous things. Sherry blinked a few times, and felt her eyes closing for longer and longer periods. "I'm okay!" Well, sort of.

"I know," he smiled at her knowingly, then stood up, and held his hand out for her.

"C'mon."

Sherry's lips thinned a little more, she looked over her father with pure suspicion. "Where are we going?"

"To find you someplace to lay down for a bit." Because as much as you insist otherwise, Sherry, he knows you need it. "I don't want you to pass out where someone can trip over you."

"No one would trip over me," Sherry grumbled, but took his and and pulled herself up with a bit of a wince. "They'd never hear the end of it."

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