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Tweak says, "To Eat the Chicken Cross Road"

Alex Millar is now free to look how she wants (

Alex had spent her time flitting from terminal to terminal, grabbing those free minutes left over as people had moved on and left computers open. It was a bloody pain in the arse, not being seen by anyone, not being able to just use the computer like any normal person. Like a living person.

Hal's accent stood out a mile away, the clear Britishness over the sea of American drawls, making her look around sharply. And she tensed, of course she did. Moments before she had been about to watch the two people who meant the world to her squaring up to fight to the death. One of them, maybe both of them, would have died in front of her. And Hal had been so cruel, such an absolute dick, knowing just what to say to hurt her, to hurt them both.

Oh and the whole being a bastard when it came to the ritual to destroy the Devil, that wasn't great either.

Seeing him in front of her brought a whole rush of emotions out, which wasn't really fair because she was dead, she was supposed to be past all of that stupid girly shite and god, she wanted to get out of these fucking boots and....

And he was kissing her hand and helping her up and being all Hal. Proper Hal.

Alex let him sit, so no one else would question things, glancing around to see if anyone was paying them attention. Satisfied that no one would notice, she flung her arms around his shoulders, burying her face against his neck. "You bastard," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she clung on tightly for several long seconds, her fingers curling into fists in his jacket. The scent that was just so uniquely his, without the taint of the blood, was so damn welcome.

Eventually she let go and just Looked at him for a few moments before leaning over and punching him hard in the arm. Well, she had told him she would do both. And she was a Scot who stuck to her word.

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