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On a scale from 'paper cut' to 'staring down Galactus', Alison was at 'having her heart crushed telekinetically' on how badly she didn't want to do this.

She and Longshot were wandering the Nexus Mall to kill time until the prearranged meeting with Natasha. It had taken a supreme effort of will not to wander into the store selling armor in the last wing of the mall. She figured her husband would not find it funny to be buying Kevlar right then.

Instead, she was holding his hand and wandering down a row of clothing shops and looking at the window displays. Some new, flashy stuff might be in order soon if this music thing worked out. If not, new clothes were always fun.

And shoes. Where were the shoe stores?

If she kept her mind distracted, she wouldn't have to think about why they were really there.
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A trip to Italy to seriously begin planning the wedding was just what Alison needed to distract her from the thoughts of returning to Mojoworld. That place had already taken too much from her and from Longshot. It was time to start taking some things back. A wedding was just what was needed to officially ring in their new life together.

She arrived at Natasha's villa bearing two steaming cups of cappuccino. She'd had them made with half decaf and half regular, keeping Natasha's baby in mind. A healthy dose of French Vanilla sweetened it enough to kill any decaf bitterness.

The mild weather made her smile and she was glad she'd braved wearing a light sun dress today. It was far too cold for it in Japan, but here seemed perfect. A tote bag of magazines and planning guides thumped lightly against her thigh as she climbed the steps to the front door and knocked.
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"Anybody home?"

The voice she managed was barely a whisper, so she tried again. Still no answer. That was a good sign. Alison started up the steps toward her room. Four flights of stairs was a long walk. Particularly considering that she hadn't even been sure she'd make it home. At each level, she called again and was continually relieved to get no answer.

Finally, finally she made it to the door of their bedroom. It seemed like days she had been climbing those stairs. Once inside the room and the door shut firmly behind her, she staggered and then bolted for the bathroom. Every bit of tension that had been building since her visit to the Nexus had been pooling in her stomach. Now, it was fighting to get out.

She collapsed to her knees in front of the toilet and tangled her hands in her hair as her meals from the day made their reentry into the world. It hurt. Her body heaved so hard, her ribs ached and spots danced in front of her eyes. For a few minutes, she could hardly breathe between heaves.

Once it stopped and she could breathe again, she pushed herself shakily to her feet and swatted at the toilet handle to flush. Half-blinded by tears, it took two tries, but she eventually made it. She staggered to the sink and managed to gather the strength to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth clean. In her mind, she was putting herself back together. Even if she was still shaking so hard her bones rattled.

Back in the bedroom, she kicked off her boots -- should have taken them off downstairs, oops -- and flopped down on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her body, curling herself around it tightly. Her chest clenched. She didn't want to cry. Did. Not. Want. To. Cry.

Instead, she does what she does best. She concentrates and draws she sounds in the room around her. It makes everything just a little louder to her ears, but she knows it also sucks the sound out of the room for anyone else nearby. That is exactly what she needs for when she draws a breath so deep it makes her aching ribs sting… and releases it in a long, wordless scream. She lay there in a cocoon of light and sound and continued to scream until her voice gave out.
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Alison didn't want to have this conversation. Actually, there were two potential conversations that were about to happen. She didn't want to have either of them. At least one of them had to happen and could not be put off any longer.

She hovered just outside the door to Natasha's house and rallied her patience before she knocked. Time to get it over with.


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Alison Blaire

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