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The Wolves At Our Backs

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

It had been a week since the Wendigo incident that had torn what little hope the Greene family had in two, and everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. The morning of the funeral Hershel decided to take it upon himself to go get drunk at the local bar in town after the service, which would have been understandable had they still been living in a normal world.

Unfortunately they were not, and after Beth seemed to go into some sort of shock, Buffy, Rick, and Glen decided to go after the man, and thank god for that or this week could have turned out a lot worse than the clusterfuck it already was.

There was something to be said when humans went evil; with a demon you really couldn’t expect anything different. It’s what they were created for, it’s how they thrived, and we are merely meat for the beasts in their eyes. Humans however, are different. We are given a choice. We can go either way, but our souls are what make it harder for us to take the darker path.

So, when Buffy did come across evil humans, she always found herself battling the Slayer’s thirst to annihilate the threat and the knowledge of what killing someone could do to her psyche.

At this moment though, there was no battle within. She could kill the sniveling coward in front of her and she would not feel remorse for it at all, just like she felt no remorse for killing the two men at the bar a week before. It was getting easier, and that knowledge alone made Buffy uncomfortable.

How many men had she killed that day in Florida? She didn’t even remember half their faces. It all sort of blurred together now. She must have taken out at least five before the bullet penetrated her thigh and the explosion of pain had made her temporarily immobile. She remembered Oz’s strong grip on her as he tried to drag her out of the line of fire, and that’s when he was hit too. Buffy shook her head, trying to dislodge the picture of Oz making a meal out of the remaining men. She could still smell the sickening sweet coppery smell of human blood that had lingered on their skin for days after.

This new world seemed to consist of nothing but pain, blood, and death and it was beginning to wear on her.

She didn’t flinch at the obvious sound of flesh smacking against flesh, nor did she flinch at the obvious whimper of pain the kid made. Rick had asked her and Daryl to try and extract information from the prisoner, in hopes of finding out more about the men who attacked them and how many were in their camp. She let Daryl take the lead on this one, partially because of her worrisome thoughts of late, partially because she would in all reality hurt the kid much worse than Daryl was, and also because things had been strained between the two of them since she had returned from her rescue mission with a bullet wound in her shoulder.

He hadn’t been there when she left with Rick, having gone with Shane and T-Dog to collect more supplies from the school and hide what was left. Suffice it to say, he was not happy when he got back and found out she’d left, which had made matters even worse when she had come back wounded. Her mind replayed their screaming match and she cringed when she remembered letting slip one of her greatest fears. Something her and the Scoobies all suspected, but never actually talked about.

“I don’t get what your problem is?” Buffy snarled. “I’m the Slayer, remember? This is my job!”

“Naw” Daryl growled. “This ain’t your job. Your job ain’t takin’ on a bunch of trigger happy humans.” He paused for breath, before continuing. “Ya’ told me yourself ya’ ain’t s’posed to be policin’ them.”

“And what was I supposed to do then, huh? Let them kill us? Give them directions to the farm?” She shook her head. “You know what? Forget it. I can take care of myself.” She started to walk away when his angry bark stopped her in her tracks.

“Yah,” He shouted. “I can see what a great job you’re doin’ too.”

She whirled on him then, her fists clenching at her sides. “Fuck you, Dixon!”

He glared at her, his eyes straying to her clenched fists as he shot her an accusing look. “Let me ask ya’ somethin’, where would we be if the shooter had a better aim, huh? Ya’ ain’t no good to any of us dead, or have ya’ forgotten why you’re here?”

She snapped then, unable to hold back the reasoning behind her recklessness. The thing that most haunted her when she was alone at night and her thoughts wandered. The thing she knew in her heart to be true. “That would be all well and good, Daryl” She spat, “If a bullet could actually kill me, I might have tried it years ago.”

There was a long silent pause as the weight of what she had just admitted to herself, to him, hit like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened and her hand trembled as she raised it to her mouth. How long had she been avoiding this topic? How long had she been denying it? Since the day Sunnydale fell at least. She’d never verbalized it, but she was sure Willow and Xander suspected it when everyone started noticing she wasn’t aging.

Shocked, she stared at Daryl and just as he opened his mouth to say something, she took off like a bat out of hell, unable to deny the truth to herself any longer.

“Aint ya’ gonna help me?” The Randall slurred, yanking her from her memories and she heard Daryl threaten to remove the nasty scab the kid had acquired when his leg was impaled on a wrought iron fence.

It was downright laughable that the kid thought she would do anything to help him after being shot by either him or his cronies. She had been the one to protest the loudest about saving him after all. It was Rick who hadn’t been able to leave the kid, and that’s why they were all in this mess now. Not that she blamed Rick. She knew how hard it was making decisions like that and she could forgive someone making a bad decision for the right reasons.

Buffy barely looked up from cleaning her sword to respond to Randall’s plea. “If you think I’m here to protect you from him you’re sadly mistaken. You see, I’m not here to make sure he doesn’t go too far.” She looked up, her eyes flashing dangerously. “He’s here to make sure I don’t.” She watched the rest of the color fade from the kid’s already pale face, and he started talking. His panicked voice rambling out everything they wanted to know and more. When the kid started talking about the two young girls, Buffy’s full attention was caught, and she did not like what she was hearing at all.

She had known the men she killed deserved it. They had deserved the bullet to the brain and the slit throat they received for trying to force their unwelcome company upon the Greene family. They deserved it for trying to hurt the people she was charged with protecting. Furthermore, they deserved it for the way they’d eyed her like a salivating pack of wild dogs that would have attacked without conscious had she been alone. In the face of what she was hearing now, the men had deserved far worse. She now wished she could have killed them slowly.

She moved across the room in less than a heartbeat, her dagger out before she even realized what she was doing. Daryl stood stock still, his eyes a mixture of fury and horror at what Randall had just revealed. He looked like a snake ready to strike, but she was quicker as she backhanded the kid.

“No,” Randall screamed. “I didn’t touch them. I swear!”

“Maybe,” Buffy hissed. “But you didn’t try to stop them either, did you?”

“What was I supposed to do?” He pleaded. “They woulda killed me.”

Buffy ignored him, grabbing his throat and pressing her dagger into his crotch. “Did you get off on it Randall?” She asked in a deceptively sweet timbre, the murderous glint in her eyes belaying her tone. “Did you?”

“N-no…please, I ain’t like that. I ain’t.” He whined.

“Funny how I don’t believe you.” She whispered harshly, her eyes narrowing into slits, before hitting him once more. “But taking your life isn’t my call.” She stood. “I suggest you don’t do anything to make me change my mind.”

She nodded at Daryl once, before leaving him to it.

*o*o*

As Rick watched Buffy leave the barn, he had a sinking feeling in his gut. The grim look on her face was telling as she approached him, and not for the first time he wondered why she hadn’t tried to override his authority simply because of who she was. She was a natural born leader; you could see it in every piece of her. She walked with an air of authority that most would mistake as too much confidence, but any trained eye could see her true nature. She was a predator to those who did wrong, and someone to look up to the rest of the time.

“What’d you find out?” He asked.

“He said there’s over thirty, some women and children, but mostly men. They have heavy artillery.” Buffy looked around to see who was listening, before finally whispering harshly. “If he escapes, if he goes near any woman on this farm, or your son, I’ll kill him myself.”

Rick looked at her seriously. “You sure?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” She snarled angrily.

“Give me a break Buffy.” Rick said lowly. “I know what you meant. I mean are you sure there’s that kind of danger to the group?”

Buffy had opened her mouth to argue, but quickly shut it. It wasn’t Rick’s fault she had been a raving bitch for the last week. Well, not completely his fault at least.

She heard the footsteps behind her, before Daryl’s familiar baritone filled the air. “She’s sure.”

She turned to watch Daryl inconspicuously tuck his bloody hands into his jacket pocket. Nobody seemed to notice except for Dale and Carol, who both frowned in disapproval.

“So, what are we gonna do?” Lori asked, stepping up next to her husband.

Rick and Shane gave each other knowing looks. The bruises they were still sporting from the day before, the only sign they were on shaky terms at the moment. Rick turned to the rest of the group. “We have no choice.” He said. His voice raising so the others could hear. “He’s a threat, and we eliminate threats.”

“So what,” Dale questioned, stepping forward. “We’re just gonna kill him?”

“I don’t see how we have much choice?” Buffy spoke up, ignoring the inner voice that had been slowly dying for many years. The one that screamed, ‘There’s always a choice.’ That voice was the reason she hadn’t been able to kill Ben. Giles had done it in her stead, causing him to become cold and distant in later years. It was the same voice that wouldn’t allow her to kill Warren that horrible year after her return from heaven; the reason Willow had lost Tara and almost herself to her grief. No, Buffy had been ignoring that voice for some time now, and she certainly wasn’t going to start listening now.

“I can take on a pretty large herd of Walkers, but thirty men with guns…” Her eyes met Daryl’s and held. “That’s not something I’m willing to risk.” It was a peace offering on her part, not quite the apology she planned to give, but he seemed to understand it with the slight nod he gave of his head before heading off in the direction of his tent. She sighed sadly as she watched him go. She needed to talk to him soon, before this got any more out of hand.

Rick’s eyes scanned the group before meeting Buffy’s, then Shane’s. “It’s settled… I’ll do it today.”

Buffy watched Rick walk off, Dale close on his heels. Dale looked like a man on a mission, and she suspected the decision wasn’t quite as finalized as Rick thought. After all, he was a man with a conscience and a good heart; there was a possibility he may change his mind.

She shrugged to herself. This wasn’t her decision to make, even if she knew killing Randall was the right one. This was the decision for the authorities, and for all intents and purposes, Shane and Rick was the last bit of law this sorry world had left. Though, Shane was teetering very close to the edge of that title, and heading straight into the realm of loose cannon and major liability land. He wasn’t so far gone he couldn’t be saved though, at least not yet.

Her eyes slid to the man in question and noticed him watching her, a contemplative look on his face. She and Shane had come to know one another in the past week and amazingly enough, he’d been one of the first people to offer themselves up in the research department. She suspected it was pure curiosity at first, but now he seemed to be fully on board. It was a start in the right direction on his part, and definitely something she hadn’t been expecting.

“You got another one of them borin’ ass books you need me to take a look at?” He asked.

Buffy raised her eyebrow. “You already finished the one from yesterday.”

He scowled. “It ain’t that hard to look up descriptions of spells. It’s not like I have to understand what the damn ingredients are.”

She snorted. He did have a point. “So I’m guessing the other one was a bust, huh?”

“Nothin’ but exorcisms and ways to commune with the dead. Unless your witch friend had a mighty bad accident that book ain’t gonna do jack.” He said matter-of-factly.

Buffy nodded, “I thought as much.” She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. God, what she wouldn’t do for one of the Watchers Council appendices. “Alright, yah. I have a few more, if Oz hasn’t already gone through them.”

Shane looked around, “Where’s he been hidin’ at anyway?”

Buffy smiled slightly. “Beth and Maggie’s been helping him research up at the house. Hershel’s afraid of a repeat after what happened last week. He doesn’t want to leave Beth alone.”

Shane nodded in understanding. “Can’t be easy for a kid her age realizin’ the world ain’t gonna get no better.”

Buffy stiffened slightly at his words, but didn’t comment.

They walked in silence the rest of the way to her tent before Shane finally spoke again. “So, you ever gonna talk to your boy again.”

Buffy hand froze as she was reaching for the flap on the tent, slowly turning around and regarding him coolly. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

Shane’s lips twitched in amusement and he held up his hands. “Now, I ain’t tryin’ to get a rise out of you, so you can just wipe that look off your face right now.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Then why do you care?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, smirking. “Maybe I’m curious.” He paused to swipe his tongue over his split lip, before saying, “As much as I like to get Daryl all riled. I do realize he ain’t like his brother. You was good for him, and…don’t know… Maybe I’m over steppin’ my bounds here, but I think…He seemed to be good for you too.”

Buffy eyes softened at Shane’s words. “It’s complicated.” She sighed. “I overreacted and said something I probably shouldn’t have.”

He looked at her in disbelief. “That’s it?” He chuckled. “Well it must have been pretty bad. Damn girl, what’d you do? Insult his momma or something?”

Buffy paled, her eyes widening in horror, “God, of course not! Jesus! What kinda person does that?”

Shane shook his head, grinning at her reaction. “You’d be surprised.” He stayed quiet a few moments before getting back to the topic at hand. “So if you didn’t insult him, what’s the problem?”

Buffy’s shoulders slumped. “I…” She shrugged, “I don’t know. I-I’m not really good at the whole relationship thing.” She paused, and met Shane’s brown eyes. “I don’t have the best track record when it comes to men.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Pretty girl like you, can’t imagine why.” He said while running his hand over his skull trimmed hair, almost sheepishly.

Buffy frowned at him, wondering if he was being flirtatious or just gracious. After a few moments of silence, understanding began to dawn in his eyes, and he whistled. “Some fool really did a number on you I’m guessin’.”

Buffy turned her back on him then, heading into the tent to find the books and get out of this conversation as quickly as possible. She heard him chuckle at her avoidance, and surprisingly followed her inside. He was being rather presumptuous today it seemed. Well, that was fine. She could handle him. It was better than him antagonizing Rick into contemplating murder.

“I’m right ain’t I?” He said, ignoring the glare she shot him.

“Depending on the person’s point of view, you could say the opposite is true, but it’s not really important.” She said in a bored tone, as she reached for her pack and began to dig through it. She wasn’t going to let him know he was getting to her, not about this. She yanked out her bag of pictures and frowned. She didn’t remember them being packed so haphazardly, and then she remembered when she had last looked at them. Her frown slowly melted into a sad smile.

That seemed to pull another chuckle out of Shane. “Well now, what you got there?”

He reached for the bag and she could have pulled it away in time, but she didn’t.

She watched as Shane pulled a hand full of photos from the Ziploc, and handed the half full bag back to her. He began to casually flip through them, not really studying them closely.

“These more Slayers?” He asked.

“Some.” she sighed, turning back to the task at hand. “But, most are of my family.” Buffy paused, reaching further into the bag, digging down deeper until half her body was in it.

Shane frowned. “Don’t really see much resemblance in anyone?”

Buffy dug further, she really had way to much crap in this pack. Next time Willow wanted to make enchanted packs for her and Oz; she was going to have to ask her not to make them quite so bottomless, or at least come up with some kind of organizing system. Shane’s words registered, though they were a bit muffled, but she understood what he was asking. “That’s because family isn’t always about blood.” Buffy stated, her words echoing around her slightly.

Shane looked up in surprise when Buffy’s voice came out like she was standing in a cavern, and he damn near fell on his ass out of shock at what he was seeing. She had one of them packs you saw them cross country hikers wearing, except she was almost entirely inside the damn thing, and it was quite obvious she should have hit bottom a while ago. “What the hell, girl!” He barked, the pictures slipping from his fingers to scatter on the tent floor.”

Buffy backed out, giving Shane an annoyed look. “What?”

“You… How? What?” He stuttered.

Buffy looked at him in confusion, before realization finally dawned and she rolled her eyes. “Oh Jesus, Shane.” She said in a reprimanding tone, though her eyes sparkled in amusement. “It’s called magic, doofus. Really, how many times do we have to go over this?” She shook her head. “Or did you forget what you’ve been reading for the past week?”

He got an affronted look on his face at her words. “Yah, well readin’ about it ain’t the same as seein’ it.” He said reaching down to pick up the pictures he dropped.

“It’s just an enchanted bag.” She sighed. “Willow got super obsessed with Harry Potter a few years back and tried implementing a few ideas from the book.” She shook her head, a small smile playing across her lips. “The bottomless bag was one of the results, among many.” She snorted in amusement, as she reached for the bag in question to finish her original task. “I swear she actually believed them. She wouldn’t even let us say Voldemort’s name for a year after reading those damn books.”

Shane chuckled. “That’s actually pretty…” His voice trailed off as his eyes landed on a picture of a young woman with long chestnut hair and shimmering blue eyes. She was smiling brightly back at him, her hair almost dancing around her shoulders. Buffy was there too, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off the young woman. “Beautiful.” He breathed.

“What was that?” Buffy asked, her voice taking on that echoing quality again as she searched the pack.

“Huh?” Shane started, tearing his eyes away from the photo. “Oh, um…Just your friend sounds real funny is all?” He contemplated keeping the picture, but dismissed it and stuffed the photo back in the stack, quickly shuffling them into a neat pile on her sleeping bag.

“Yah,” Buffy said. “She’s a real character. Smart too, like genius smart. She was hacking computers in high school.” There was a pause after that, until Buffy gave a shout of triumph. “Found them.” She said in victory. She shimmed out of the pack with a pile of ancient tombs clutched to her chest. Shane had a strange look on his face, almost guilty. He was pale, like he had seen a ghost or something. “Hey, you okay?”

Huh?” He started again. “Oh, oh yah… Yah I’m fine.”

Buffy frowned, misinterpreting his discomfort for not warning him about her bag. “I’m sorry.” She said immediately. “Next time I’ll warn you before I give you a shock like that again.”

He blinked at her in confusion for a second, before he caught on. “Oh, umm yah.” He said sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Guess I’m gonna need to get used to the unexpected.”

Buffy gave him a small sad smile, unfortunately he was going to get used to it quicker than he thought around her. “Let’s head up to the house. Make sure Oz hasn’t found something already.”

Shane nodded in agreement. God, how he wanted to ask her about that girl, but he didn’t dare. Not when it was so obvious how much the picture affected him. For the first time in months Lori wasn’t at the front of his mind. For the first time in months he didn’t feel hatred and jealousy when he saw Rick as he passed him on the way to the house. That wasn’t right was it? How could he be so sure one second, and so confused the next? It was just a picture for Christ sakes, the girl was probably dead anyway. He shook his head trying to dislodge the image but it wouldn’t budge. God, he was all kinds of screwed.

*o*o*

Daryl stared at the picture he had stolen from Buffy that very first night. He had only done it because he thought he’d never see her again, and he wanted to remember the beautiful girl who had taken care of him out of the simple kindness of her heart. The girl who had trusted him, and opened his eyes to a world he didn’t know, but always suspected was there.

He had been so worried about her when he’d come back and found out she’d gone, and then when she’d come back hurt, blood all over her shirt and running down her arm his worry turned to all out terror. He couldn’t remember a time when had felt so scared, not even when he found Merle’s hand on that rooftop had he been that frightened, and she had been so fucking unconcerned. Like it didn’t matter, like she could care less about her own goddamn safety, and it just made him so fucking angry he could have choked her.

He had snapped, he just fucking snapped. He had shouted at her, questioned her judgment, and basically called her reckless. Yeah, he was real lucky she hadn’t just hauled off and punched him in the face. He sighed, running his finger down the side of her face. He still didn’t understand exactly what she meant when she had said that shit about shooting herself, but he knew he didn’t like hearing her talk like that.

He didn’t hear the footsteps until they were right by the tent, which meant he knew exactly who’s they were. He quickly shoved the photo under his pillow, before a light scratching sounded at the flap of his tent.

“Yah?” He asked gruffly.

“It…It’s me,” came Buffy’s somewhat timid voice. “Can we… umm… Can we talk?”

He emerged from the tent a few seconds later, his crossbow slung over his back. “Ya’ mind walkin’ and talkin’?” He asked. “I got a few traps I gotta check.”

She nodded, looking down nervously. “Yah.” She agreed. “Yah, that sounds nice.”

They fell into step next to each other, an awkward silence settling around them, before Buffy got up the courage to finally speak. “I just…I wanted to say I’m sorry, about the other day I mean.”

“Ya’ sure do apologize a lot, ya’ know that?” He asked, a slight tinge of amusement in his voice.

Buffy bit her lip. “I do when I feel like I’m in the wrong.” She said quietly. “You were worried, and I-I reacted badly.” She sighed. “I guess I’m just not used to that anymore.”

Daryl looked at her incredulously. “Ya’ tellin’ me Oz never worries about you?”

She shrugged. “He does.” Buffy admitted, “But, not so bluntly, not anymore.”

Daryl nodded. “It ain’t just about me ya’ know. We lose ya’ and we lose the only hope we got left.”

Buffy frowned in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ya’ really don’t see it, do ya’?” He asked.

Buffy shook her head. “See what?”

He stopped and turned, meeting her eyes with a long meaningful look. “Ya’ know why Sophia’s death didn’t hurt me more? Why, after bein’ so sure she was alive, and almost dyin’ tryin’ to find her, losing her weren’t the blow I thought it be?”

Buffy shook her head.

“You.” He stated simply. “You’re the reason me and everyone else on this farm still believe in somethin’.” He paused and turned to continue walking. “If it weren’t for ya’ we’d be a lot worse off.”

Buffy swallowed thickly at his words and nodded. “I,” Her voice came out in a croak, and she cleared her throat. “I understand.”

They entered the woods walking quietly through the foliage. “So,” Daryl said quietly. “Ya’ mind telling me what that last part…” He trailed off as he heard it, the unmistakable sound of a Walker nearby.

She felt it before she heard it, and met Daryl’s eyes as he stopped talking. She gave him a quick signal to follow her, before they both took off in the direction of the Walker.

It didn’t take them long to find the thing, but to both of their horror it was not alone. Carl shirt was caught in the things grasp its legs stuck in the mud of the creek bed. She put on a burst of speed and killed the thing easily, Carl finally yanking free of the things dead grasp.

She rounded on the boy then, dropping to her knees in the mud to grasp his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did it scratch you?”

Carl shook his head. “N-no, I don’t think so.”

Buffy pulled his shirt collar aside just to make sure, and sighed in relief when all she saw was unblemished skin. Her fear for the boy gave way to anger, and before she knew what she was doing she shouted at him. “God Carl, what were you thinking?”

“I-I don’t…” He shook his head before promptly bursting into tears.

She quickly pulled him into a hug at his reaction. “Shh,” She hushed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.” She sighed, hugging him closer. “But you gotta be more careful. How would your dad and mom feel if you were bitten, or…” She trailed off, knowing she didn’t need to finish that sentence. The kid was more than aware how close he’d come to almost dying.

“I-I’m sorry.” He muttered miserably.

Buffy’s eyes met Daryl’s and he nodded at her in reassurance. His eyes held a soft quality she had never seen before. It was almost a mixture of pride and awe. She gave him a small smile, before turning back to Carl. She gathered the boy into her arms, frowning when she felt the distinct weight of a gun in the back of his pants. She didn’t say anything though. She’d wait until she got him to Rick first.

“Come on; let’s get you back to your parents.” She said, hoisting him up fully. She made a big show of pretending like he was heavy, and saw Daryl smirk at her antics when he heard Carl’s watery giggle.

They made their way out of the woods silently. Only a few sniffles from Carl along the way. They were almost to the camp when Lori spotted them, and took off at a dead run.

“What in the world?” Lori said, her worry written all over her tanned face.

“Found him down by the creek.” Buffy said, handing him of to his mother and slyly pocketing the firearm. “Think he was trying to get a better look at a Walker stuck in the mud. Damn thing must have got loose, because it almost had him when we found him.”

“Oh my god, son.” Lori said, setting the boy back on his feet to look him over. “You coulda been bit. What on earth were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry mom.” He said, looking at the ground ashamed.

Lori frowned. If there was one thing she knew about her boy, it was when he’d done something wrong, and from look on his face there was a lot more to the story than what Buffy had seen. She looked at Carl sternly, before saying. “We are gonna have a talk later, you and me. Now go wash up and help Patricia with the chores, you hear?”

Carl swallowed and nodded vigorously, before heading off in the direction of the house. Just as he reached the top step, Oz came tearing out of the house almost plowing into the boy. “Whoa, little man. Sorry about that.”

He didn’t wait for the kid to respond, to set on talking to Buffy. He called her name as he ran over, a smile stretching his face. “You’re not gonna believe this.” He said, as he finally reached her and Daryl. “We found it.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Oz confirmed.

“Oh, thank God!” Buffy said, throwing her arms around Oz.


Notes

A/N: My humblest apologies for taking so long. RL has been kicking my ass as of late, but I finally got this chapter done so thank you all for being so patient. I truly appreciate it. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews they are what keep me going even when its hard to find the time or motivation to write. I sincerely cherish and appreciate every single one.

Special thanks to my amazing beta Charlotte!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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