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December 2012
He shouldn't have been surprised to see her, impending apocalypse and all. Her astonishment was more predictable.
The fight pulled her in one direction, him, another, then brought them face to face in the end.
"I'm—" She lifted a hand, pushed hair slick with demon viscera off her forehead.
"A vision."
She raised an eyebrow. "Kinda pissed." Ah, the shock had worn off, then. "'No, you don't'? The no contacting?" She touched his hand, eyes shining. "This? Us? It's a love story, see? Just…with demon goo."
He smiled, threaded his fingers around hers. "Sounds about right. Sounds like us."