#right down to the self-absorbed Americans whining about how 'it has nothing to do with us'

[jerseydeanne]

From the wonderful Larry Schweikart. Enjoy the reading!

Letter From a DemoKKKrat Strategist

Well, actually I’m not a DemoKKKrat strategist. I’m a rabid MAGA supporter. I am offering you this advice because I know you won’t take it. Unlike many others giving you valuable advice, scrotumcrunchers, I do so fully in the spirit of accepting your holy trinity of core beliefs, namely climate whackadoodleism, transoid-homosexual societal dominance, and Jim Crow racism worthy of your Confederate ancestors. I offer these strategies fully understanding that not only won’t you stop, you can’t stop. It’s who you are now. You’ve been absorbed by Sigourney Weaver’s gut-eating alien.

Let’s begin with a sober, realistic view of what’s going to happen in the next two or three years. Republicans, with a strong dose of MAGA blood, will take back the House and the Senate in 2022. Barring some self-immolations by GOP candidates (which you can never disregard, for Republicans are the “stupid party”), there is nothing you can do to stop this right now.

Biteme is dragging you down like Amber Heard in an Aquaman movie. He hit 30% today in the Civiqs poll. Factoring in the margin of error, he is already in Nixon territory and likely will surpass Nixon’s all time low of 26% in the next year. Even were you to pull a Gandalf and magically boot him today, the damage is done for 2022. Face it. You’re gonna get clobbered, and the only question is by how much—-40, 50 or north of 60 seats in the House, two or three or up to five in the Senate? The night is still young for Republicans.

Let’s continue a realistic, sober assessment after that: your agenda, such that it was, is deader than Vision after Thanos ripped his gem out. Deader than Kevin Spacey’s career as a children’s game show host. Deader than Ghislane Maxwell—-who did not kill herself. The GOP could do any number of things in 2023-24, but I’m not advising them. I’m advising you. Realistically, you can do nothing except run to microphones and whine to your snot-groveling iguana-brained Hoax News media. But that won’t affect anything. And, as I have shown in other posts, your once golden path through the courts is closed tighter than Hillary Clinton’s anal cavity.

Then comes 2024: you’re gonna lose, and lose huge to Trump. There won’t be a national China Virus lockdown smokescreen to cover up your phoney mule-in ballots. It’s gonna be a relatively open and fair election that Biteme or whatever retread repticon they sacrifice cannot dodge, avoid, or defeat. Trump will win at historical levels. By then, he may well have a MAGA core of 40% of the Senate and 60% of the House and watch out. 

I’m trying to warn you, because you have two options left. Understand, you are now the Japanese in World War II on an island about to be invaded by overwhelming American force, saturated by non-stop bombing and shelling. There are no reinforcements coming from the ChiComs or Sorosoids or anyone else. You have two choices, just as the Japanese did. 

First, you could choose banzai—-full crazed, frothing, mindless frontal assaults against an enemy with overwhelming firepower. This may look impressive, but it will utterly eviscerate the fast numbers of your numb-bot followers. It’s the quickest way to instill defeatism in whatever rump of a party you have left.

Your second option, and the one I recommend, is withdrawal and digging in for the very, very long haul. Because barring some monumental screwup by Trump or the Republicans, or some totally unforseen calamity . . . . wait, has anyone seen Dr. Fallacy lately? . . .

you should plan on being out of power for at least eight to ten years. Trump will finish a successful second term in 2028, Ron DeSantis will succeed him. 

Could DeSantis be a Herbert Hoover—-a man everyone assumed would be a great success because of his track record? Or a George H. W. Bush? Someone who had his entire path not only smoothed but literally gilded by Ronald Reagan? Both failed miserably. But most likely, you shouldn’t count on this. DeSantis could well be just a younger Trump who will serve two terms of his own.

You DemoKKKrats are just gonna have to ride out a decade of not being in power anywhere except your enclaves, so that is my strategy for you. The Enclave Strategy, just as the Japanese did on the islands. Retreat. Hunker down. Dig in. I figure you will still maintain near-total power of Kollyfornia, Washington, Oregon, Illinois, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Hawaii, Delaware and possibly Colorado—-thought that could change suddenly. You will probably have to give up on New Jersey (hint: see the last governor election), Maryland, New Hampshire, Maine, New Mexico, and even Minnesota. 

Here’s the thing about your rump enclaves: you really are heavy in the majorities there, so it will be darn near impossible for Republicans to root you out. But ya ain’t goin’ anywhere, and you won’t be able to influence much, despite the economic power of New York, Kollyfornia, and Illinois. My advice is to concentrate on fortifying those enclaves. Because barring a DeSantis meltdown, the final assaults will come in 10 years when even these states were much weakened economically and socially by their perverse policies. By then, those states will be heavily dependent on oil, natural gas, and perhaps even new nuke plants for their energy. Smart education policies by the Trump-DeSantis Era could dramatically slash you cheap pool of university bots who power your “clean industry” of Googleified Gumbo. In a dozen ways, these enclaves will be starved out, frozen out, and ignored out of existence. 

In the meantime, what do you do? Here’s where my advice runs out cuz your politics are so nonsensical that an LSD-laced platypus couldn’t understand them, much less carry them out. But hey, you don’t pay me enough yet to get you past ten years. 

Larry Schweikart

Larry is fantastic! I sucked down every morsel like a fine-aged Filet Mignon with Bernanise sauce! The truth is tasty, and I can't wait to read more.

Thank you so much for sending this in!

Love, JD 😜💋

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[day-en-las-nubes]

I was the rich, spoiled princess. You turned out to be more than just the help” Part V

The next morning upon opening my eyes Blake was already gone. He had left everything folded on top of the velvet pink chair by the balcony. The pillows I had given him rested neatly on top of the pile.

I showered, slipped a white tank top on, a grey denim jacket on top of it and a flowing, flowery mini-skirt.

As my chauffeur drove me to school, it suddenly dawned on me how rested and revitalized I was feeling that morning. Even though it had taken me a while to fall asleep the night before, once I did, I must've drifted into the depths of the most oblivious unconsciousness.

Had Blake’s company, perhaps, something to do with my peaceful slumber? I wondered while admiring the scenery through the car window.

I pulled my granola bar from my backpack and finished it promptly before the car came to a stop at the campus’ entrance.

My day went on, as usual, I found myself relaxed, despite the slight eagerness for my day to be over and to be back home.

“Sup’ stranger!” Luke greeted, lurking from behind my back and flipping me to face him. His blonde hair was overly styled, as accustomed. His abnormally white teeth were exposed in an all-too-wide grin.

“I'm sorry about last night, you can't even imagine what my mother’s done this time!” I whined, letting out a long sigh. “I was totally ratted out.”

“It wasn't a problem,” he replied, looking around distractedly.

Was I being stupid for expecting him to say he had missed me at least?

“Josh stepped in, we beat their asses,” he continued, unfazed.

“Oh, ok,” I pronounced trying to bury my growing disappointment. “You didn't have to practically hang up on me when you heard my mother’s screams yesterday.” I raised my tone of voice as a way to capture his inattentive attitude. “That was kinda shitty,” I elaborated. He glanced at me looking all wounded.

“Don't get all mad, babe!” He pinched my chin, turning on the all American-boy charm. “It's not like I expect you to come to my rescue every time I get in trouble. That’s not what a relationship is supposed to be about.” As he spoke, I felt as tiny as an ant. Maybe I was overreacting, But then again, what did this rich, entitled boyfriend of mine know about solid and long-lasting relationships, when he spent entirely too much time getting drunk with his buddies and playing video games.

“I don't know when I'll be able to get away. I might have to lay low for a few weeks. My mom has me followed...you know they control my bank account so I'm pretty trapped at the moment.” I shifted my mountain of books from one arm to the other. I probably needed a bigger backpack, something less flashy and actually useful.

“I would offer for you to come stay with me for a while, but I just  don't know how my roomie is going to feel about that, ya know?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“You wouldn't even need a roommate if you had rented something less grandiose than the three-story house you chose to reside in.” I unleashed my resentment on him.

“You know I need the space,” he rationalized. “After all, who else is going to be able to throw the best parties in this entire school, huh?” He grabbed me by the hips and laid a kiss on the surface of my lips. “I understand you are cranky today, but I'm sure we will find a way when all of this blows over.  Maybe laying low is not such a bad idea after all,” he concluded condescendingly, pinching my chin once more. I nodded, defeated.

“I've gotta go.” I managed a smile and headed towards the exit.

“See you tomorrow, babe!” I heard him say from afar.

I sat on the back of my family's car, wiping the one tear that glided down the surface of my cheek.

Luke had shown me again, the side of him I had chosen to ignore since he had asked me out. I started realizing very quickly his spell only lasted as long as one followed Lukes lifestyle. He could make you feel special and almost lucky to be part of his clique.

But if for some reason you couldn't keep up with his pace anymore you were swiftly discarded and replaced.

I headed straight to my room, dreading the ton of material I had to catch up on. One of my friends had been kind enough to let me borrow her tablet with the info I needed.

Blake was already sitting on the bench right outside my door at five o'clock. He stood up as soon as he saw me. He looked very different. His hair was nicely combed and polished, it was parted handsomely to one side of his head. I also noticed how clean and professional looking he appeared with his white, button-down, long sleeve shirt and his khaki pants.

“Afternoon!” I waved at him with my free hand.

He rushed towards me to grab the books I was carrying and proceded to open my bedroom door, his expression stayed unreadable. He laid all my studying material on top of my nightstand. I thanked him.

“Hey, Blake.” He turned around before he headed out the door and surveyed my face expectantly. ”I didn't mean what I implied last night about you ‘doing something to me while I was sleeping’. I...I know you are not that kind of a person.”

He kept his eyes on me for a few seconds longer without uttering a word. A tiny smile stretched slowly across his face before he left.

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I immersed myself in my studies until it got dark outside, and my stomach was rumbling from hunger. Blake knocked on my door every thirty minutes or so, and I believed him capable of barging in should I fail to respond “still here”. The silliness of it all, instead of continuing to piss me off, it was beginning to amuse me in a way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I notified him, as I made my way back from the kitchen carrying a humongous bowl of fruit in one hand, and a plate of our cook's specialty in the other: Rita’s succulently tangy Clams.

Blake glanced at one of the plates in my hands, making a peculiar face towards the seafood I was holding.

“Trust is something that has to be earned, Alicia.” He made a visible effort to unglue his eyes from my plate.

“I know I don't have a spotless track record so far, but people can change,” I pledged. “Do you want one?” I asked him, jamming my meal towards his face. Blake recoiled at the proximity of the clams to his person.

“No, thanks,” he affirmed through pursed lips.

“I take it you don't like them?” I dug deeper, enjoying a little too much his uncomfortableness.  

“Wouldn’t know. Never had one of those slimy things, and not in a rush to find out” He sat back down on his bench.

“I’ll kiss you if you eat one.”I teased, picking a grape off the plate with my mouth.

“What makes you think I want to kiss you badly enough for me to swallow one of those?” He retorted, obviously unprovoked.

“Wow, you sure know how to charm a girl!” I scoffed sarcastically.

“Just promise me you won't try anything again tonight and I'll happily do it,” Blake said halfheartedly.

“Deal!” I handed him one from my plate. He held it in front of him, examining it with a scowl on his defined face. I observed attentively as he placed the edge of the shell at the very tip of his rosy lips. He rolled his eyes right before he tilted his head back rapidly. He swallowed strenuously, scornfully smacking his lips as he savored its after taste.

I was full-on laughing at that point but had to stop myself when he glared up at me.

“Its an acquire taste!” I joked, pathetically attempting to clear the air.

“You had better keep your end of the bargain, or I will have to stop you by any means necessary if you don't.” He grabbed an apple slice from my bowl, his impetuousness gave me the impression that he was doing so in an attempt to get the clam taste out of his mouth.

“But you said you wouldn't hurt me again,” I reminded him.

“And, I truly hope, I can keep my promise.” His eyes turned daunting and menacing. I had discerned how tender he could be, but I had also witnessed how, as quickly as flipping a switch, his entire demeanor could drastically change.

This attitude, without a doubt, the direct result of him having to step up as legal guardian to his three sisters

“When everybody goes to sleep you are welcome to stay in my room again tonight,” I informed him, right before I went inside my bedroom.

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It was almost eleven at night, and I had just finished arranging his “bed”, when Blake knocked softly on my door.

He entered as soon as I let him know it was ok. I had found an old, oversized “Minnie Mouse” t-shirt in my pajama drawer earlier, so I extended it to him as soon as he closed the door.

“I don't know if it'll fit, but if it does, it will certainly be much more comfortable than what you are wearing.” Blake took it and stretched it out in front of himself, the expression on his face of utter absurdity.

“Is this yet another of your evil payback plans against me?” He lowered it just enough to peer in my direction.

“You've got me!” I responded sarcastically, placing a theatrical hand over my chest.

He opened his enormous, green eyes at me and started to unbutton his white shirt. I made a huge effort not to stare at his slim, yet muscular, upper body. Blake’s beauty was, once more, catching me utterly off guard and making me feel all sorts of conflicting ways.

I reached for my cell phone to check if Luke had texted me after our conversation earlier at school. I let myself sink into my mattress discovering my phone displayed not one notification.

“Are you ok?” Blake crouched in front of me. I could only muster a nod. “Doesn't look like it,” he interrogated, a concerned look on his face. I signaled him to sit next to me in bed, and so he did.

“My boyfriend can be a little self-absorbed sometimes. I'm probably just being overly sensitive about it,” I vented, a knot forming in my throat.

“You don't strike as an overly sensitive person, Alicia,” he pointed out. The way he pronounced the words almost lead me to believe that he could somehow see inside me. Our conversation felt so... intimate it made me shudder. ”You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I met you,” he snickered.

“Is that how you talk to all your employers?” I giggled, too. “I was hoping that he would miss me just a tad more, I guess,” I confessed, something in his closeness made me feel safe and opened me up. “I could've texted him, so it's not like I'm any better.”

“If you truly care about a person, they should never feel unmissed. You make it a point to show them the aftermath of their prolonged absence. You make sure they know how much you need them,” he murmured intensely, his eyes never diverting from mine.

I brought my hand up to his face. I hesitantly slid the tips of my fingers alongside his jawline, my lips inching closer to his.

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[captaincanarygotmelike]

Doors Open ch. 2

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The next day, the Waverider was on its way to València, Spain, 2025.

“I’ll have you know that all of your future selves are present in 2025,” Rip told the team, “So no galavanting off to Central or Star City. Try to stay within València if you can.”

“Does that mean we all make it to 2025,” Sara jokingly asked.

“It does,” he replied, his expression serious, “and I think we’d all appreciate it if that didn’t change, so be careful. All of you.”

They all walked to the cargo hold where the team would part ways — even if only temporarily.

“We’ll be landing in about a minute,” Rip informed them, “You may say goodbyes if you so desire.”

They all said their farewells and then Rip directed the half of the team heading for València towards three separate cars. He climbed into the drivers seat of the large black SUV that apparently belonged to Sara and Leonard.

“What is it about having one child that makes parents think they need a car that seats seven of them?” Sara grumbled as she buckled Elsie into her carseat.

“An excellent question, Miss Lance,” Rip replied, starting up the car.

Soon, they were driving away from the Waverider into the city of València, Spain.

They first dropped Jax and Stein off on the campus of València University and then stopped at an apartment complex to show Ray his new home for the next several months. Finally, they pulled down the street of a gated neighborhood.

“Now remember,” Rip began, “You’ll be posing as a well-to-do American family who moved for Mr. Snart’s job when the company he works for was absorbed into the one based here. Sara, you’ll be posing as a stay-at-home mom — don’t roll your eyes — and while Elsie’s at school, you teach kick-boxing and self-defense classes at the gym.”

“And if I don’t know how to do that?” Sara asked, eyebrows raised.

“If my memory is correct, your tactic for our last mission was, I believe, to ‘wing it’,” he said, “I suggest you take your own advice.”

Sara rolled her eyes.

“Now,” Rip continued, “I know you are not going to enjoy this, Miss Lance, but there is a community of mothers in this neighborhood who I believe could provide some valuable information to us throughout the mission.”

“You want me to be a PTA mom,” Sara clarified.

“Not exactly. This group isn’t connected to any school district, but I suppose there will be similarities,” he conceded, “Mr. Snart, you’ll be working at a security company — yes, I do see the irony, Miss Lance — that also employs our target, Mr. Reyes. I do implore you to be careful. He may not be a sociopathic dictator yet, but some of those tendencies may already be there.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Leonard replied. Rip let out an exasperated breath, but said nothing until they pulled up to a driveway near the end of the street, just before a wide cul-de-sac.

Ivy and leafy, climbing bushes grew along a tall wrought-iron fence, blocking the house from view of the street.

Rip pushed a button on a remote attached to the sun visor and the gates opened to a gravel driveway. He drove underneath the drooping branches of a weeping willow tree and then they saw their new home.

It was different from what Sara had been picturing — although she wasn’t quite sure what even that had looked like.

It was very big — not quite a mansion, but about as close as a house could get in a suburban neighborhood — with a very green lawn and vibrant shrubs and flowers growing along the driveway and against the side of the house.

The walls were made of a white-painted stucco that contrasted the dark window frames and black Spanish tile roof. There were two rocking chairs on the front porch, shaded by a roof balanced on two dark wooden beams, with two floral pillows set purposefully on the seats.

“This house has been here for two hundred years,” Rip told them, “It’s been highly renovated, but the original structure remains.”

“This looks like the type of house I’d only go in to case,” Leonard said.

“Well, prepare to experience the other side, Mr. Snart,” Rip replied, “I meant it when I said ‘well-to-do’.”

They followed the driveway as it curved towards the side of the house, becoming a wide circle that looped back the way it came. In this space was parked a large moving truck.

“The house is already mostly furnished,” Rip said as he shifted the car into park, “There’s a few boxes left in the truck, just for the sake of neighbors seeing you bringing things inside.”

As Leonard unbuckled Elsie from her car seat, Rip handed Sara the keys to the SUV and got out of the car.

“There’s another car in the garage,” he told them, “A smaller one, for you to get to and from work, Mr. Snart.”

They headed for the front door.

“I know this all seems extravagant, but it’s for a reason,” Rip said, “It’s crucial to the mission that you integrate yourselves into the community of the neighborhood.” 

He fished a key out of his pocket, unlocked the front door and led them inside. 

“Mama!” Elsie pointed out one of the windows that looked into the backyard, “A pool!”

By now they had moved into the foyer, with the same white stucco as the exterior of the house. The hallway, rather than extending forwards, stretched to either side, with archways leading into other rooms. Across from the front door was a large window with stained-glass detailing that looked out into the backyard where they saw a patio and, as Elsie had pointed out, a pool. 

“Yes,” Rip said as Sara went to look, “There’s a pool back there. You also have a room with some tech that will connect you to Gideon. It’s how we can keep in contact so you don’t have to frequently return to the Waverider, but I suppose you can use her knowledge for anything else you might need — although you don’t have her medical tech or the fabricator. Hopefully, you’ll need neither.”

“Huh,” Sara said, taking the house keys Rip handed to her, “Haven’t gone grocery shopping in, like, twelve years.”

“I believe you’ll adjust, Miss Lance,” Rip replied, heading down a hallway. He pointed out a closed door across the hall, “That door leads to a bedroom — there are four bedrooms in total in the house.”

“Four?” Sara asked skeptically.

“Yes,” Rip nodded, “Three upstairs and one downstairs.”

“You do realize we don’t have five children, right?” she asked, glancing back in the direction of the car, “and the one we do have sleeps in our room half the time, so…”

“Well, if ever any of the rest of the team needed to stay in town, it wouldn’t make sense for them to stay with any of the others, so I gave you guys a couple guest rooms.”

“Great,” Leonard exhaled. 

They followed Rip into the kitchen.

It was very bright, with white cabinets and walls that contrasted the terra cotta brick tiles on the floor. A glass door in the opposite wall led out to the patio by the pool.

“In those files,” Rip said, pointing to a stack of manila folders on the marble counter, “is all the documentation you’ll need, including birth certificates, driver’s licenses, bank paperwork and the like. There’s also information you’ll need about your jobs and Elsie’s school.”

Sara nodded as Leonard opened the top most folder and started skimming over its contents.

“Mommy,” Elsie said, pulling on Sara’s arm, “I wanna go see my room.”

“First door at the top of the stairs,” Rip told her, tipping his head in the direction of the hallway. Elsie looked back to Sara.

“You can go,” Sara encouraged her.

“Can you come?” Elsie asked quietly.

“I will when Rip leaves,” Sara replied. Elsie nodded, her hand moving from Sara’s sleeve to grip onto three of her fingers.

“I trust you’ll make smart decisions,” Rip said, looking between Leonard and Sara, “It’s been a long few years, but somehow, it’s not the pair of you that concerns me anymore.”

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to leave Ray in the same building as the future mass murderer  we’re trying to take down,” Leonard drawled.

“Point taken,” Rip said with an exhale that conveyed it wasn’t the first time this issue had been raised to him.

“I think,” he continued, “it’s time for me to take my leave. Trust me when I say the neighbors will be stopping by and it’s best that I’m not here when that happens.”

“Should we be…worried, or something?” Sara asked.

Rip didn’t answer as he headed for the door.

He stopped, his hand on the doorknob.

“Do enjoy your time in the normal world,” he told them, “I’ll be in contact shortly with directions on how to proceed.”

And then he was gone.

“Ready to explore the new house?” Sara asked Elsie. She nodded, a mischievous smile growing on her face as she squirmed out of Sara’s arms and headed for the stairs.

Sara watched her go before she turned back to meet Leonard’s eyes.

“So we’re actually here,” she said, “I kinda thought something would happen before…”

He nodded, his eyes sweeping over the foyer of their new house.

“Mama!” Elsie called. They looked over to see Elsie sitting on the top step, “C’mon!”

“Just a second, bear,” Sara said before looking back to Leonard.

“I’m gonna go check out the town,” he told her, “get the lay of the land, figure out where everything is.”

Sara chuckled.

“What?” he asked, unable to hold in a smile at the look of fondness on her face.

“Some things never change,” she said, matching his smile.

“Mommy-y,” Elsie whined from the top of the stairs.

“I’m coming,” Sara replied, starting towards the stairs. She turned back to Leonard, “Pretty sure I saw the keys for the other car on the counter if you don’t want to take the monstrosity of suburbatory.”

He nodded with a smirk and headed back towards the kitchen.

“Where’s Daddy going?” Elsie asked, getting to her feet as Sara climbed the stairs.

“He’s gonna go explore the new town,” she told her, “Find all the important places like your school and his new work.”

“But what about the new house?” she asked.

“It’ll still be here when he gets back,” Sara replied, “We can show him the coolest parts then, and maybe we can convince him to find a pizza place while he’s exploring. Sound good?”

“Yeah!” Elsie exclaimed with an excited smile.

“Okay, Rip said first door at the top of the stairs,” she said, “I think this is it.”

Elsie pushed open the door.

“Woah!” she exclaimed.

Elsie’s new room was large, bigger than her room on the Waverider. Three of the four walls were wallpapered in white flowers over a light blue background. The bed was pushed against one of the corners opposite the door, a dusty pink comforter almost completely hiding light blue sheets.

“Mommy, look! A canopy!” Elsie exclaimed.

There was indeed a canopy, a pink one that hung idly from the ceiling over the head of Elsie’s bed.

A woven tapestry was hung on the wall between two windows and above a dark wooden trunk Sara was sure was filled with toys.

Sara looked down to see Elsie lying on her back on a cream colored shag rug.

“Is that soft?” she asked, laughing.

“Uh-huh!” Elsie nodded. She jumped to her feet and ran over to the dresser, opening and closing all the drawers, “It’s empty.”

“I know,” Sara replied, “We can put all the clothes and stuff we packed yesterday in it later.”

She waited while Elsie finished exploring her room before they moved on.

There was an open living space upstairs with a big TV and a couch and some bookshelves, one of the spare bedrooms Rip had mentioned, and a bathroom that, judging by the yellow flowery shower curtain and the basket of bath toys, was supposed to be Elsie’s.

The master bedroom was also very large. Glass doors opposite the king bed opened to a balcony that looked out over the backyard.

“I want a balcony,” Elsie grumbled, gripping the metal railway and looking out at the pool, “Can we go swimming?”’

“Sure,” Sara replied, “We gotta get your boxes out of the truck, though.”

“Okay!” Elsie called, already halfway towards the stairs.

A couple hours later, Leonard returned to the house with the pizza Sara and Elsie had requested. He found them in the backyard, Sara sitting in a wicker chair on the stone patio with a book, Elsie splashing around in the shallow end of the pool, yellow inflatable floats on her arms.

“What happened to not getting in the water?” Leonard asked when he saw Sara’s damp hair. She turned towards his voice, putting her book down and standing up.

“Well, Elsie decided she wants to learn how to swim,” she replied, “and even though I managed to leave the League of Assassins…twice, I can’t say no to her.”

“Pizza!” Elsie yelped, pulling herself out of the pool. She sat down in another chair at the metal table, doing an anxious little dance as she waited for her dinner.

“You’d think we don’t feed her or something,” Sara said with raised eyebrows as she pulled a slice of pizza from the box. Elsie was eating as soon as the plate was in front of her.

“Good?” Leonard asked her.

“Uh-huh!” Elsie nodded.

“Babe, you’re dripping all over your pizza,” Sara said, “Here, let me get you a towel.”

“No-o.” she whined, leaning away.

“Okay,” Sara said, watching with an expression of bemusement as Elsie’s dripping hair left wet spots on the paper plate  She turned to Leonard, “So what’s the town like?”

“It’s nice,” he answered, nodding, “Old. A lot older than Central. We’re not too far from the university,” Leonard replied, “Jax could be here in ten minutes if he need to be. Ray’s building is a little further in the other direction, closer to the center of city. If Rip ever needs us to have a meeting all together, it’ll be here.”

“Fantastic,” Sara said drily. 

“We’re close to the beach,” Leonard added, “maybe walking distance if Elsie’s in a good mood.”

“Ooh, can we go?” Elsie asked, bouncing in her chair.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Sara told her, “Depends on the weather.”

“Nineties and sunny all week,” Leonard sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Aww, do you think you’ll make it?” Sara asked him, feigning concern.

“No,” he replied. Sara laughed, running a hand up and down his arm.

After dinner, Elsie showed Leonard all her favorite parts the new house: the canopy in her bedroom, the flowery shower curtain, the balcony. Then, after a bubble bath in the new bathtub with all her new toys, she started getting tired.

“I don’t wanna get dressed,” Elsie whined, lying in a heap on her bedroom floor, tangled in her goldfish-shaped towel.

“You have to, bear,” Sara said calmly, from her spot on Elsie’s bed, a pair of blue cotton pajamas in her hand.

“No-o,” she said tearfully.

It took another fifteen minutes to get Elsie into pajamas and downstairs.

“Long day, Else?” Leonard asked as Sara ran a hand through Elsie’s hair. 

Sara felt her nod underneath her touch.

“I’m not surprised she’s being like this,” she said, looking up at Leonard, “She was all excited about the new house, plus it’s thirty degrees warmer than she’s used to. I’m actually surprised she’s not being worse.”

“Hey!” Elsie said, her voice muffled in her arms.

“I was saying something nice, bear,” Sara told her, then added, “Sort of.”

“At least she’s not jet-lagged,” Leonard pointed out.

Sara nodded seriously.

“I guess that’s one of the perks of having a timeship — no time difference.”

“Can we read stories now?” Elsie asked.

“Not yet,” Sara shook her head.

“Why-y?”

“If we read now, you’re gonna fall asleep, and if you fall asleep now you’ll wake up at,” Sara glanced at the clock on the microwave, “four in the morning, which I don’t really want to deal with. Do you wanna color until bedtime?”

Elsie raised her head and nodded.

Just as Elsie was uncapping a yellow marker, the doorbell rang. a low chime that sounded through the house.

Sara met Leonard’s eyes.

“They’re here,” she said, feigning fear, “Turn the lights off. Hide Elsie.”

“Stay away from the windows,” he added, his voice low, a small smirk on his face as he headed for the door.

“Who’s here?” Elsie asked, looking up at Sara.

“I dunno,” Sara told her, “Some of our new neighbors probably.”

She heard the door open and then Leonard’s voice, too far away to be distinguishable words. A minute or so later, she heard footsteps in the hallway and then Leonard was walking into the kitchen with their first new neighbor behind him.

Before Leonard could introduce her, she stepped towards Sara.

“Hello!” she said in a high, clear voice, “I’m Laura.”

Laura was a tall woman, and probably only a year or so older than Sara, with brown eyes and dark brown hair that was pushed back from her face by large sunglasses. She was pretty in a fashionable way, and dressed as such in black narrow-leg pants and a white blouse. She wore shiny black heels that clicked on the tile as she approached Sara.

“Hi,” Sara replied, shaking her hand, “Sara. Nice to meet you.”

“Sara,” Laura repeated, “Nice to meet you too. Welcome to the neighborhood. Your husband was telling me that you just moved here from the states.”

“Yeah, we love it here already,” Sara replied. She saw Laura’s eyes travel to Elsie, who was making herself very small in her chair, trying her best not to be seen, “This is our daughter, Elsie. Else, can you say hi?”

“Hi,” Elsie said shyly, looking at at Laura through her lashes.

“Oh, she’s precious!” Laura exclaimed. She looked back at Sara, “How old is she?”

“Four,” Sara answered, nodding.

“How nice! I have a four year old at home as well, and an eighteen month old. They should meet!”

Before Sara could respond, Laura continued.

“There’s several kids in the neighborhood,” she said, “Myself and the other mothers get together about once a week. The kids play and we sit and have coffee and chat. Here, why don’t you give me your phone number and I’ll let you know our plans for this week. You can meet everybody and your daughter can meet the kids.”

Sara recited the new number she’d memorized for the mission and Laura put it in her phone.

About five minutes after Laura left, her phone buzzed. The message read:

Hi, it’s Laura. Nice to meet you and your family today! I’ll let you know when our next get-together is.

Sara shot back a quick response and then look up at Leonard.

“I’m gonna kill Rip.”

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