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*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

"...yeah." Faith slumps against the bar, suddenly weary, covering her face with her hands. "Fuck. Meg. I'm sorry. I just...Charlie, and the tired, and Nick's one of my best friends, and there's...I had dreams about somebody here dying that I happen to know weren't of the past, and I was afraid...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...your legs, I know they...I wouldn't, really...fuck." She laughs, softly. "Way to make friends and influence people, huh?"

*Meg is a sucker for forgive-me voices and self-hatred.

She sighs.*

It's okay.

I know it's been really really really rough for you. And all.

*Her knees are drawn up to her chest now, her arms clasped around them.

She's not entirely reassured yet.*

Faith is silent for a minute, and then, very quietly, she says, "I saw Tonks. And I think she was dead."

*Meg pales.*

But that doesn't necessarily mean it's going to happen, right?

"Not necessarily. But...Meg, you can't tell anybody. Especially Tonks or Bernard, 'cause...well, obviously. But I mean, nobody." Faith is very, very white herself. "I'm going to do everything I can to stop it...but they can't know."

*Meg nods, once, her face determined and hard.*

'course not. I won't tell a soul.

Faith nods back. "OK. Good. Thanks." She sighs, running her hand through her hair. "It's so messed up. Charlie having to kill that guy, and Tonks, and all this...I need to sleep. I need to tell Nick nobody's trying to kill him, and then I need to sleep."

Yes.

On all acounts, *Meg agrees fervently,* yes.

Faith nods, hesitates, and then hugs Meg tightly. "Forgive me?"

*Meg is frozen for a long moment.

But finally hugs her back.*

Yes.

Faith closes her eyes, sensing the hesitation, and releases her. "I will never, ever do anything to your legs," she says, quietly. "I promise."

And off she goes, without another word.

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