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It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

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Chloe's going to give him a minute to rearrange what he just said into "You want me to have him killed for you?"

Or really, anything similiar. Because giving birth to the creature that will try to destroy the planet? Very rarely is that the best end to the means.

For the time being, she'll just stare at him disbelievingly. And GLARE. A LOT.

Instead, he asks something that will probably just make her madder in another way.

"You sure it's his?"

"I woke up in his room. I have never woken up in another person's room except Andrew and before you say a single word may I remind you that I am on very good terms with a wizard from the Harry Potter books who I can ask to have you changed into a female, minus all of the parts you like. Two of my co-workers have already suffered this fate."

"Point made. I've lost enough parts this week, thanks."

He scratches his chin thoughtfully. "So, I reckon the next question is... you planning on having the baby?"

"I imagine so. I'm Bound, there doesn't seem to be any sort of abortion clinic here, and I imagine anyone I ask for help will fall under some evil spell to keep the baby safe while it grows."

Again at a loss for words, he tips over salt shaker and moves the granules around on the table with his left index finger.

"Fucking bar, huh?"

Chloe huffs. "Yes. For lack of a more fitting word, fucking bar."

And with that, Chloe's mun decides it's fully ok to die from giggles.

"I named the baby."

"You named the Anti-Christ?"

"If it's a girl, Catherine Elizabeth. If it's a boy, Henry James." She replies, running a hand over her tummy.

"Well... those are nice names. And, you know, maybe it won't be all that evil. Maybe it'll just be... a little evil, you know?"

"That's true. But all those things Jasin said. He said he killed people. And I killed someone once."

"I don't think that's exactly genetic..."

"Haven't you ever read Harry Potter?" And he has to have met Fleur.

"I saw a couple of the movies. That count?"

"Why did you go see the movies?" Sawyer doesn't seem the type to read the books or watch the movies. Chloe stifles a laugh.

He shrugs. "A couple of the girls I was with were fans."

Chloe won't make snide comments.

"Oh. My nieces are fans. That and Lemony Snicket."

"So, you brought it up because...?"

"Wizardry runs in families. It's in their blood. My mother is an anti-social bitch, so am I. My father loved to tinker with things, I built a computer out of old parts at the age of 10."

Grimly, "Yeah, well, I ain't nothing like my parents."

"Are you certain? I'm sure you've got just a little bit of both in you. Nature and nurture. There have been studies."

"I doubt they've studied a whole lot of cases like mine." He's getting more morose by the second.

Chloe feels a little unsettled. Not by Sawyer, but by a feeling she's had in her gut for a week or two.

He eyes her. "If you're planning on puking or something, how about taking that somewhere else? I figure I'm already sick enough as it is."

"Yeah. Ok." She slowly rises to her feet. "I hope that thing that ate your hand is healed."

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