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Log; Ongoing

When; Evening of May 10th
Rating; PG-13, I dunno.
Characters; Harry

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Summary; Harry buys Anna a drink after her crazy day.
Log; After taking Mouse for a short walk he had a quick shower before heading to Turnabout to meet Anna. He felt bad for making light of how worried she was about him but he was never very good at accepting concern. Hopefully she was good at accepting liquid apologies.

He got there early and saved a table for them, holding off on getting something to drink until Anna was there.

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Anna was tired. She hadn't fallen asleep until far after midnight when she was sure whatever horrible things her friends were doing to themselves were as done as they could be. She was human, she could yell at her friends, she could try and reason with them, but in the end... she was kinda useless. Jo was probably more useful than she was at this point.

So having Harry make light of it the next day had pissed her off. He meant well, he did. Had the same defenses Dean did, it was probably why she liked him, but it still stung.

So he was gonna buy her a drink and he was going to like it.

She walked up, hands in the pockets of her jacket, hair pulled back in a simple pony-tail.

"Hey, Harry."

"Hey," he said, smiling at her and standing as she came up to the table. Harry Dresden may have been an ass much of the time, but he was a chivalrous ass.

"I have no idea what you drink, so I didn't order anything for you," Harry added. Not that he was particularly talented at guessing what people would drink.

"Hot, caffeinated anything with lots of chocolate."

She sank into the chair, waving that he could sit too. Manners she appreciated, but she was still tired and irritated.

"Well, have as many of them as you want tonight, it's all on me," he told her as he sat down across from her, practically folding his tall frame into the booth.

"And I'm sorry for being such an ass," Harry quickly added. "Especially when you were so concerned for me."

She crossed her hands over her chest and stared at him for a minute before sighing.

"Apology accepted. I'm sorry, too I just get so... I used to have all this power. I could have protected all of you once and now..."

"Hey, don't knock yourself for being 'just a human'," Harry said, shaking his head. Humans were always so down on themselves just because they couldn't fly or shoot lasers out of their eyes.

"Look at Ba-" he started to say before realizing "look at Batman" might be taken as a joke.

"-aasically every famous person in history. All human, all did amazing things. And showing people you care? That's a pretty powerful thing, Anna."

She leans on the table and put her head in her hands.

"It doesn't feel that way when your roommate's crawling out a window because his dead mother is calling him."

Harry frowned. He didn't like seeing Anna like this, feeling so helpless. She was a good person and tried her best to help people. That should be enough. He knew it wasn't always, but he thought it should be.

"Is he alright?" Harry asked. He knew a lot of people weren't alright after yesterday.

"He's Dean Winchester. He's got more lives than a cat. He's just kinda like you. He lost his mom when he was just a kid. Hearing her."

But it's more than that, she knew he must feel miserable after hearing his mother... and with those memories so fresh she was probably one of the last people he'd want to see. Hell, he'd said as much yesterday.

"Yeah, it's hard to resist that," he said, nodding. That probably didn't make it any easier for her to have to see or deal with.

"And I didn't hear anything."

She waived at a passing barista and asked her if she'd mind bringing a drink out. Drink ordered, she paused before she continued.

"I wonder if that's because, technically, I don't have one."

Harry ordered a drink as well, just plain black coffee for the time being. Maybe something stronger would come later.

"I don't think the Deities care about particulars quite so much," he said. "If you have a mother figure that would have worked well enough to cause you to miss them, I'm sure that's good enough for them."

"I must've missed out, because I didn't hear my human mom. Which is its own shame. I miss her."

She tears a strip off a paper napkin.

"But hey, that's what happens when your kid's really a fallen angel, you get killed by the first passing demon looking for her and then she gets sucked into another dimension."

She pauses, realizing what she's just said. "Jesus, I'm depressing."

Harry tried not to get a smug look on his face when she admitted that she was depressing. Really, it was somewhat in poor taste and he knew that, but after her giving him so much crap about being positive, it was hard to do.

"You're just a regular Mary Sunshine today," he said.

"Then aren't we the perfect pair?" But she smirked a little when he said it. He had a point.

"Chocolate will help. Chocolate and then I can go home and throw something at Dean's head for scaring me like that."

"Like a matched set," he said with a nod. He was glad to see the ghost of a smile on her lips though.

"And along with throwing things, might I suggest purchasing a taser?" he said. "Immobilizing but not too painful."

"Ohhh, there's a thought. I wonder if he's ever been tasered? But... Sam would probably get upset. So would Castiel."

She mock-sighed, willing to play along since it was cheering her up some. "Throwing a book is an act of impulsive passion. Coming home with a taser implies forethought and planning."

"That's one way to look at it," Harry agreed. He shifted a bit in his seat and leaned forward.

"Or, it's a sign that you care. Getting a taser says to someone, 'I care enough to find a way to prevent you from getting hurt by curses in the future'," he explained. "And maybe you need to try it out once to find out how long that person is incapacitated for."

"Can I tell Castiel it was your idea when he get's all guardian angel on me?"

Because that was the real test right there.

"Of course," Harry said, waving dismissively. He'd dealt with angry angels before. Besides, it was for Dean's own good, surely the angel would be able to see that.

"I'll let Sam know to sell tickets."

The drinks came and Anna blew on the top of hers to cool it.

"You're alright, right? Just some scrapes and bruises?"

“Well, they were a bit worse than that,” he confessed. It still wasn’t too bad, nothing worse than he normally experienced in the course of his work.

“But I’m pretty much all healed up now.”

"I'm sorry, but that's good to hear."

She tilted her head a little, "You said you weren't alone, who were you with again?"

"My brother Thomas," he said. That had certainly not gone as well as it could have.

"We almost ended up killing each other."

Anna's eyes widened. "How'd that happen?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. It was both frustrating and embarrassing all at the same time. They should have known better, or at least caught on sooner.

"We both heard our mother telling us that the other was dangerous," he explained. "Eventually the voice told her to kill each other."

Anna sighed and took a drink of her mocha latte. "See things like that... this is why I really hate this place sometimes."

"I know, and I hate that even with that, it's not so bad as home," he said, imagining she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"No, not as bad as home." She nodded.

"And there's always the chance that people you miss from home will show up here," he said, knowing she'd understand he was talking about people that had died.

"There is that chance. A friend of Dean's and Sam's arrived, and... well..." She shrugged.

"There's that chance."

"Plus, we have people like Sherlock Holmes here," he pointed out. That was always interesting too.

"And Captain Kirk." She laughed a little.

"Kirk's an ass," Harry said, making a bit of a face as he recalled how the captain had treated Thomas.

"But you seem to be more the kind that would hope the My Little Ponies would show up," he said. "Wait, no, She-Ra. Definitely She-Ra. But you have no idea who She-Ra is, do you?"

"...she's kinda like Zena, right?"

Harry pondered that for a moment.

"Yeah, she's the girl He-Man, basically," Harry said. "So kind of like Xena."

Anna nodded like it made perfect sense... which it didn't, but she had the feeling she wanted to head off any long, rambling, explanations.

Besides, "Smurfs. I remember watching the re-runs when I was little." She smiled, "I think a set of Smurfs smurfing around the City would be amusing."

"Smurfs would definitely be interesting," Harry said with a grin. He wondered if they would be three apples high or human sized. "Which Smurf was your favorite?"

"Hmmm, hard to say, but I think Papa Smurf. My dad was like him," she paused.

"My human dad I should say."

"I always liked Papa Smurf," Harry agreed with a nod. "He got to use all the fun potions and smells and stuff."

"He did, didn't he?"

She giggles a little.

Harry grinned and nodded.

"Plus, really, he got to hand out with Smurfette the most," he confessed.

"And there you go."

She smirked, "Harry Dresden, you're a perv sometimes."

Well, at least she didn't think he was a perv all the time, like Murphy did, so that was a step up.

"I cannot deny it," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It would help if women were generally less beautiful and amazing but you're not so..."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Dresden."

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"Not flattery, just how it is," he said.

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