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A very cracky entrance post

omg Nita bling bling.

She enters through the lakeside door and snags a table and a soda, pulling off her grey sweatshirt to reveal a black T-shirt with the words "PLZ HELP I AM TRAPPED INNA BAR" in white on it. Hey, it's not her fault, she's getting all her clothes from the Bar. . .

[OOC: *disappears* BBL.]

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"It didn't say anything to me. . ." She looks up at him, and says quietly, "Kim thinks it asked her how -- how her mom died." She grabs his hand and squeezes. "I'm really sorry, Jack."

He sits there, stunned for a moment. "I-it asked her about Teri? ...Did Kim tell you about...about her mother?"

Nita nods, silent, worried.

Jack sits back and rubs his forehead. He has to wonder exactly what Kim told Nita--or rather, how much she told Nita--but then considering it wasn't exaclty a topic Kim was comfortable with either... "That's just...strange. And somewhat disturbing." He looks over at Nita and notices her obvious concern, and gives her a weak smile. "You don't need to look so worried. It was almost six years ago now. Though I might help you chuck that thing in the lake if I see it."

She smiles a little. "Strange and disturbing sum it up, yeah." She looks away and says quietly, "Time helps, but. . ."

She looks back at him. "I would just smash the thing, but there's the whole no violence in the Bar rule. It deserves to be gotten rid of, though -- Kim was really shook up."

"Time helps, but never quite enough," he says, looking at her carefully. He looks at her for a minute, there's something about her expression that makes him think there's more behind this. "What is it, Nita?"

She sighs and closes her eyes. "I'm not going to say I understand what you and Kim must have gone through, because I can't." A small laugh. "I got so sick of people coming up to me and telling me 'I know how you feel,' because they didn't. But I sympathize, on a couple of points. I sympathize about losing a mother."

He leans forward again and squeezes her shoulder. "What happened to her? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

She opens her eyes and quirks half a smile at him. "She had a glioblastoma -- a malignant brain tumor." Her hands sketch the air as she talks. "I tried to save her. People all have a sort of magical center in them, a kernel, that has instructions on how their own personal universe works. I tried to work with my mom's kernel, to tell the cancer to stop reproducing."

She sighs, and her hands fall to her lap. "I bought her a little time, a month. Long enough for us to say goodbye. She died about three months ago." She shrugs. "You can see why I'd just as soon be at home right now."

His heart tugs to hear her talk about it; it's obvious that her grief is still pretty fresh, though he'd never seen a sign of it before now. He'd like to pull her into a hug and tell her it would be all right, but he wasn't sure she'd want him to.

"Oh Nita...I'm so sorry. Maybe I don't know exactly how it feels, but I do know what it's like to lose someone you love dearly, and that you tried so hard to save. And I can see how it would be hard for you to be separated from your family right now."

"Thanks." She shakes her head, trying to shake off the mood. "Being here isn't all bad. I mean, you guys are practically my extended family, now."

He kind of laughs at that. "A very messed-up extended family, that is."

"Well, yeah, I've never had to save any of my extended family from ODs or werewolf attacks."

"Well even if you've never had to, I'm sure you would. And I don't think I need to tell you, I'm glad you extend that priviledge to your honourary extended family as well."

"Heck, that's what makes you guys my extended family." She looks a little awkward, unsure how to phrase the next part without freaking Jack out. "A lot of major healings require the blood of the wizard. The werewolf attack definitely counted as a major healing. So we've shared blood."

That may not have succeeded at being un-freaky.

He looks at her with a puzzled expression. "Shared blood?"

[ooc: Gotta disappear fo ra bit, but will be on later--ping me on AIM if you're on so we can tag each other! :-)]

"You had a couple of deep gashes, and I. . ." She mimes cutting her palm.

He obviously still doesn't remember any of this--or almost anything about that night, for that matter. Needless to say he's still not sure what she's talking about in terms of "sharing blood", but he'll take her word for it.

At the thought a chill runs through him. When he'd been addicted to heroin while he was undercover, he'd always been careful to use sterile needles that he'd provided himself, for his own safety, and all the blood tests his doctor had done when he'd gotten clean had come back negative. But even though he knows she's safe, the thought that if he hadn't been careful he could have gotten not only himself infected, but someone else, someone who saved his life... It sends a chill down his spine. Not for the first time he realizes exactly how stupid his drug use had been, even if it had been necessary for his cover.

"That doesn't exactly sound...safe."

She shakes her head, unaware of his interior monologue. "No, I'm clean. I mean, AIDS is a big deal in my world, I'd assume it's the same in yours. But I'm safe."

She looks at the expression on his face, and frowns a bit. "Oh. That's not what you were thinking, huh."

"No, I was thinking...that doesn't sound safe for you. You don't need to worry about me, but...you might not be so lucky with everyone you help," he says quickly, trying to make it sound like he's worried about her interaction with other people. There's no way he's telling her about the mistakes in his past right now, and especially not that one.

She glances at him curiousy. His reply might have just a tad hurried, a hair forced. Or maybe he's genuinely concerned about you, and you're just being paranoid.

"I've never really thought about it," she admits. "I haven't had to worry about it before." She's got her own secrets -- he doesn't need to know that she can count the number of major healings she done before coming here on one hand. "I'll have to check the manual. I mean, it's a healing spell -- it'd be sort of counterintuitive if it hurt the healer."

"That sounds logical, but still, you'll probably want to check it out." He bites his lip for a moment. "You're a friend, and I'd hate to see anything happen to you," he adds, quietly.

She looks at him, and a warm smile spreads over her face. "Thanks, Jack."

She stretches. "I should probably go get a shower." Standing, she looks at Jack and smiles. Magical connections are nothing compared to the connections between friends. She'd like to hug him, but she's not sure how he'd react, so she takes his hand and presses it between hers.

"Jack? Thanks for being here."

He decides to take the chance, and he pulls her into a gentle hug. "Any time, Nita. I mean that."

A little surprised, but pleasantly so, she hugs back. As she pulls back, she looks up at Jack. "And if you need to talk? I'm right down the hall."

She snags her sweatshirt and heads upstairs with a wave over her shoulder.

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