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deeks_marty (deeks_marty) wrote in omega_reality,

Marty was still working on the whole faith and belief in a higher power thing. He and God were making overtures, but they weren't best buds or anything yet. He trusted his gut. And his gut was telling him that this set-up was wrong. Vance asking him and Brian to sit with the others all present...something was wrong.

"What?" It was the first sound he could make after Vance finished speaking. He had to be hearing this wrong. Glancing at G and Sam, neither seemed to be letting him in on the catch. "How-?" How was it even possible? It... He looked back at Vance. "No. You can't...She can't...no."

He barely turned his head before he felt hot, wet trails sliding down his cheeks. The sound of the door slamming open as G left the room didn't even register. It was hard enough to breathe. Focusing on anything but the sudden deep ache in his chest was impossible. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to keep her safe, they were going to raise two kick ass little princesses with their mother's smile and his sense of humor. They were suppose to...they were supposed to do so much.

She couldn't just...

That couldn't be her, his Savannah, in a...a jar on Vance's desk.