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If you've seen her, you know her.

If you haven't seen her... you probably know her as well.

Mary Sue, as she is known by some, has entered the bar again, this time from the upstairs...

[ooc: please make sure to tag all Mary-Sue related threads with 'Mary Sue Must Die', thanks!]

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She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh, I'm all right. I was a little tired afterwards since it was a lot of magic, after all. But everything worked out fine."

Oh, good.

*He smiles, a little sheepishly.*

You know I worry about you, Jer.

"You shouldn't," she says with a roll of her eyes. "I know how to take care of myself."

I know. I haven't forgotten how you saved me from the Bringers that time.

"And the vampires, and the werewolves, and that one time when the demon wanted to turn you into a chicken?"

That's a knowing look.

"I know you're worried about me, big brother. But I'll be okay."

*...werewolves.*

Oh hey, that reminds me --

*Andrew's suddenly looking around the room, scanning for one particular face.*

She peers around with him.

"Looking around for a present for me?"

Wells is over by the fire with a pint and a scowly expression; it takes him a moment to realise someone's looking his way. He glances up and over, and raises a hand. "Oi, Andrew! Over here!"

*Andrew beams again, and gets up from his chair, grabbing Jerica by the hand.*

C'mon. There's someone I want you to meet.

She beams and waves.

Wells waves back and sets his beer aside, stopping a moment to thwap his rubber band against his wrist. "Sorry, I do that whenever I want to scratch," he offers by way of explanation. "Who's this, Andrew?"

The thing about certain kinds of story is that only the pretty people survive. If someone's been physically screwed up, they can't be the good guys.

Right?

*Right now, Andrew is happy and oblivious in a way that only Ray Stantz can match.*

You know the amazing kid sister I talk about all the time? This is her. This is Jerica.

And Jeri, this is Harry. He's our cousin on Dad's side, and ... he used to be in the British army, and now he teaches at the Slayer Academy, and he's awesome.

Um, and he's also a werewolf.

*She'll figure it out on her own if he doesn't tell her. Probably before they've finished talking.*

She smiles and offers a hand.

"Hi, cousin Harry. It's lovely to meet you. Andy's told me so much."

"Has he," says Wells, and it isn't a question. He glances up in Andrew's direction before reaching out for the girl's hand.

"You know," he says conversationally, "I hate to break it to you, Andrew, but you've never told me about your sister here. Not that I can recall, anyway."

... wait what?

*Andrew looks completely bewildered.*

Sure I have. I was telling you about her just a couple weeks ago, with the thing with the Cybermen? Jeri's the one who gave me the idea for the fairy-gold spell.

She grins and nods.

"I used it on some finicky electronics the one time."

"My right eye you did!" snaps Wells, gesturing to the patch. "You came up with that spell yourself. I've never heard of this bint in my life, Andrew. What're you smoking?"

Harry --

*Andrew has to make a conscious effort to lower his voice.*

*Still bewildered, but starting to shade into angry.*

What the frell is this?

She leans up against Andrew and shakes.

Just a little.

"First Ace is keeping secrets from me and Spoon, and now you're giving me this- this bollocks-" Wells gestures irritably with one hand. "Andrew, I've known you since 2001, all right? And in all that time you never once told me you had a fucking sister. Someone here's fucking with somebody else, and for once in my life, it's not me."

*Andrew puts one arm around Jeri's shoulders, protectively.*

Do you remember me telling you about my brother? Tucker?

"A while ago," Wells says. Absently, he snaps the rubberband against his wrist again. "But yeah, you've told me about him. Why?"

I dunno, maybe because Tucker couldn't care less if I live or die and Jeri's saved my life more times 'n I can count?

Also, sidebar: she's standing right here?

"I can go," she says, sounding so small and scared. She's right up against Andrew, in his arms.

"I didn't mean to-- I mean, I didn't mean to take the credit. I just try to help. I hope you don't think I was-- that I would--"

"I noticed," says Wells, and snaps the rubberband twice. "You know, I've got lads who've saved my life more times than I can count. I talk about 'em all the time. This- I'm sorry, Andrew, but I'm having some real trouble buying either of your stories just now."

One more snap. It really itches just now.

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