Log; Incomplete

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When; Saturday 12:01 am, June 13th
Rating; PG; No higher
Characters; Solomon Goldsmith favoritetraitor, Marishka toobad_sosad, anyone else in the apartment that wants to join, just ask.
Summary; On the eve of a very important breakthrough on ARTEMIS business, Solomon returns to his study and catastrophe strikes.
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He'd stayed away from his work for far too long, but in Saya's company, how could he help but to not notice the time? Reluctantly, he pulled himself away, and with one final longing glance behind him, he went into his study to return to the task of preparing his paperwork to send to the rest of his employees.

It was vital that this be done as quickly as possible. Especially with how the City seemed to like to interfere with any attempts at breaking free of it. The door shut with a faint click behind him, yet he could still clearly hear the sounds of movement out in the living room.

Eyes affixed to the stack of paperwork by the scanner, he took but a single step.

The second hand jolted noiselessly against the minute hand that had sat poised at 12 awaiting the strike of midnight.

His eyes widened, body wrenching suddenly as the room expanded around him. Falling, jolting, his movements became foreign to him just as the room had suddenly become. It was frightening to the suddenly transformed four year old. Terrifyingly bewildering. And so he did what any toddler would do under the circumstances...

His tiny hands clenched on the carpeting where he had fallen, and mouth opening wide, he let a long piercing cry break forth from his little mouth. "aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

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A child's cry. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to figure out where...Solomon's office? Curious, she slipped quietly through the apartment until she reached the room and opened the door. The scent was unusual but familiar all at once. And instinct from it being midnight told her that this was her child to protect.

Rushing forward, she gathered the child into her arms and cooed to him as she petted his hair.

"Shhh, sweet one. Shhhh. Hush now. No crying, sweet one. I will keep you safe."

Solomon...that was the child's name. The scent made sense to her now.

"Shhhh."

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"A-a-a-A-Awaaaaahhh... aaaa....aa..." He sniffled, breath hitching in his tiny throat as he tried to see who was rushing to his side. Her voice was soft, like his mothers, hair long and blond as well. "Aaaa-aaah-aaa..." His little hands flailed about as he was lifted into the woman's arms. So similar, yet different from his mothers.

He didn't know her. But, she had come to pick him up, and spoke such soothing words to him. Surely, she would help. "ah... ah.... m-maman... want... " he sniffled, frowning, tears staining his rounded cheeks.

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"Hush, hush. Hush, hush." Cradling him close, she walked around with him. He was lighter than a feather in her arms but she held him as if he were so fragile. Still cooing to him, she dried his eyes. "Marishka is here now. Shhh, sweet one. Would you like a song?"

Inside her were natural instincts to protect and care for the child. More so since her mind recognized him as family.

"Don't cry, Solomon. No crying."

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His lower lip quivered, still upset by being startled so badly. Where was he? Where was his home and his toys and his family?

She spoke strangely, her words not holding the same lilt of his mother's voice. Nor of anyone else that he knew... but although it held a different cadence, it was gentle. Motherly...

His hands clutched for a better hold of the rich silk of her bodice to feel more secure. "mm... M-mishka? I... I... got lost." Fresh tears formed in his big green eyes, and he could feel another wave of fear approach.

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"Lost? Poor dear. I'll protect you, sweet. No crying now. You are safe." She would make sure of that. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, she started humming as she carried him around the room.

She'd never had the chance to hold her own children. She died before they and even then they were killed. But she knew what to do. It was pure instinct for her.

And song made children feel better.

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Solomon liked it when his mother would sing him lullabyes... it soothed him when he was frightened, or sad. And he would often join in when he was happy. The sounds of Marishka's humming reminded him of home, and of being held in his mamma's arms as she was doing right now.

Slowly his eyes blinked away the last tear, and his uneven breathing abated. Her words too had helped to calm him down. "... Mishka... is lost too?"

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She thought about that for a moment and nodded. "A little lost. But strong to keep little ones like you safe. Let me protect you?" One gentle finger dried his face as she smiled sweetly.

She was enjoying herself.

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She was lost too, a little lost but still like him. His hands clutched into her clothing, the texture unfamiliar to the 4 year old. But it was good to be held. Good to be comforted by this pretty woman whose hair was long and golden like his maman's...

Burying his face against her neck, he clung to her, not wanting to feel lost anymore. "... you'll play with me? An' not go?"

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"Hush, hush. I will play and not go. Together we'll stay. Marishka shall care for you nicely."

Petting his hair, she sat down with him.

"Lots of play."

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"Lots of play?" He asked, distracted by the prospect. Perhaps this nice lady had sweets he could eat, and would sing him songs and tell him stories like his maman.

"Games, an' stories, an' songs, and more? Can... can we play now?"

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She laughed and nodded.

"Games and stories and songs and more. And we can start now." She let out a giggle.

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Staring up into her smiling face, Solomon squirmed in excitement at all the fun they would get to have.

"An' cookies? I want cookies..."

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Cookies...did they have those? She frowned for a moment then smiled. She could see.

"We can go together. See what we have here."

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"Mm-kay~. Cookies, an' eclairs, an' oooooo custard tartes! C'est bon!"

He danced in place, his little body shifting from one foot to another. Maman Mishka would cook for him, making him all sorts of lovely treats.

"Yuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm~"