Who: Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh When: Backdated: Early July Where: Eliot & Felix's Apartment What: Dream Talk Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly Status: Complete
Eliot had closed up his office early that day, heading home to relax, dinner menus for delivery on the table for Felix to pick one when he got home. Eliot didn't care what they ate tonight so long as he didn't have to cook. He was having a lazy night. He heard a knock at the door and set his book down with a sigh. "Unless you're selling girl scout cookies I'm not interested." He called as he opened the door.
"My favorite surprise always Bambi." He told her with a grin.
***
Since Margo dreamt about the whole Eliot’s baby and fairies fiasco, she had been trying to figure out just how to tell him about it. Unlike most of the things she had dreamt, this wasn’t something she could just wait and let Eliot find out on his own, but how did she tell him? She knew he that the outcome was likely to be different in the waking world than in the real world, but that still didn’t make it any easier.
Dreaming about Eliot dosing her, Tick and Rafe with a truth potion, which caused her to reveal what she’d done was what finally convinced her that she had to tell Eliot, one way or another which was why she was at his apartment. “Of course I am.” Smiling, she gave Eliot a hug before stepping inside the apartment. “Where’s Felix?”
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Eliot gave her a tight hug back before closing the door behind her. “Still at work. Gerald and I are having a lazy night and ordering takeout when Felix gets home. I just don’t want to cook.” He’d spent his day having to untangle messed up orders because someone in the vendor's office had written things down wrong. And getting screamed at by the mother of the 16 year old whose party it was for. Because clearly it was his office's fault that another company had made a mistake.
“Want to join us?”
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“Sure. Roman has a late meeting, so I’d be eating alone at home otherwise,” While Margo was able to operate just fine on her own when Roman was at work or away for work, she did sometimes get tired of being alone in such a big house so having dinner with Eliot and Felix would be nice, “What are you getting?” Not that she was worried about what they were planning since her and Eliot had the same tastes when it came to things like food as well.
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“I haven’t decided yet. I’ve narrowed it down though to either Italian or Indian food. They were the only menus Gerald wasn’t covering when he fell asleep earlier so it made it easier for me.” Eliot shrugged before throwing himself back on the couch. He held out a hand to pull her down to join him.
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“I won’t say no to Indian,” Margo said as she took Eliot’s hand and let him pull her down next to him on the couch, “And you do know that you can just push him off of the other menus, right? He only weighs like two pounds.” She quirked a brow at Eliot as she turned to look at him. She knew that Eliot had an extreme soft spot for the immortal puppy, but at the same time, she didn’t think that he should let him get away with things just because he was cute.
***
Eliot wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders as he made himself comfortable back on the couch. "So two votes for Indian. Decision made I think." He laughed at her comment. "He was helping though."
"So what's going on in your life Bambi?"
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“Helping by eliminating all other options?” Margo asked, smirking as she leaned in Eliot a little more. While she was enjoying the small talk, she knew that she couldn’t lose track of the main reason she had come over to see him, “There’s actually something I need to talk to you about, El.” Despite having just gotten comfortable against Eliot, Margo moved so that she was facing him now.
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“Well isn’t that the best way to help make a decision like this?” Eliot asked her with a smirk he kissed the top of her head.
“Sounds serious. Should I have made martinis?” He asked shifting so that he could see her face.
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“Probably, but it’s too late now.” Margo sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she contemplated exactly how to tell Eliot about what was going on in the dreams, “So, you how, in the dreams, Fillory is experiencing magic brownouts? Well, I figured out a potential way to get magic back, but it’s going to come at a price.” She really wished that Eliot was at the same point in the dreams so that she didn’t have to do this.
***
“Yeah. We’re trying to find a solution because of what that asshole did at the wellspring.” Eliot said leaning back on the cushions, watching her. “What’s the price? We can pay it out of the treasury or something. Sell off Alice to whatever god can fix it.” He joked.
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“If only it had been that easy,” Of course Alice was currently a niffen, so she probably would have been even less help than Julia had been. “No, El...the price for fixing magic is your baby.” Margo watched Eliot as she spoke, waiting for his reaction. She didn’t think it would be quite like it had been in the dreams, considering that neither Fen or their unborn baby were real so it wasn’t as if Eliot could have grown attached to either in the waking world.
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“My...what?” Eliot asking, raising one brow at her in confusion. Him having a baby? She might as well have told him his spare brain was the price and it would have made as much sense to him.
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Shit. Margo had been so focused on confessing what she’d done that she’d forgotten that Eliot didn’t actually know about the pregnancy yet, “Right. Well, you dreamt about when you used the golem, right? And you slept with Fen?” Margo still didn’t think Fen should have taken advantage of that situation, but there was nothing they could do to change any of that now, “Well, you knocked her up then.”
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“Vaguely familiar. And I did not knock her up. She used me to knock herself up. ...Omg she made me into a living turkey baster.” Eliot said eyes widening. “I hate her almost as much as I do that fairy bitch who apparently wants the kid. What the hell is wrong with all of the other women in our dreams Bambi?”
***
Margo still didn’t think that Fen should have taken advantage of the situation and practically assaulted Eliot, but that was just her own opinion since she was fiercely protective of Eliot and didn’t like when bad things happened to him. “Well, long story short, you weren’t very happy when you found out and locked me in the dungeons.” While Eliot may say that he hates Fen, she knew how much his opinion of her had changed by the point she was in their dreams. While he still resented the fact that he’d been forced to marry her, it was clear that he cared about her in his own way.
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“Well...you did trade away my kid. That...holy hell we’re having a conversation about a kid of mine.” Eliot said, leaning his head back against the couch. He was going to have to tell Felix about this when he got home. Another Fillorian curveball. “We need to get someone to figure out what the rules are of custody and child support for children from your Dreams. Be prepared in case Fen and this kid ever show up. ...I don’t think I’d throw you in a dungeon here. Maybe tell you no Gerald cuddles for a while.”
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“Oh god, don’t even go there, El. Let's hope that children can’t come over from the dreams. None of us need that,” Margo said, running a hand through her hair as she watched Eliot, “None of us can raise a kid. We’ll just fuck it up.” Margo didn’t wish their parenting skills on anyone, “Why don’t we do what we do best and ignore this for now and instead order dinner.” She reached for the menus that Eliot had been going through when she had arrived. She had done what she had come there to do so now they could go back to pretending everything was fine.
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Eliot gave her a brief smile, quivering slightly but not falling. "We do know our strong suits Bambi." He teased her. And he had to admit - she was dead on when it came to his parenting skills.