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Elliot did a pretty good job keeping it together, at least at first. Meryl stood in the doorway, holding a bag of Chinese take out, smiling at her. Elliot gasped, and then reached out to Meryl.

“H-hey,” she said, which was a mistake. Immediately, she began to sob, tears streaming from her eyes, down her cheeks. She stumbled back to the steps up to Ardy’s apartment, sitting down and wiping the tears away with back of her hands. Meryl let herself in. She sat down next to Elliot, patting her shoulder, speaking in soothing tones.

“Oh no, hey,” Meryl said. “Why are you crying? Everything’s okay!”

Elliot tried to speak, but couldn’t get anything coherent out. She reached out to Meryl, who watched her carefully, pulling her into a hug.

“You’re okay, buddy. We’re okay.”

Elliot nodded. She cried hard on Meryl’s shoulder. Ardy watched from behind, and Meryl looked around to make sure things weren’t going to blow up. She stroked Elliot’s head gently.

When Elliot finally regained coherence, Meryl helped her up the steps. She sat Elliot down at the dining table. Elliot slumped in her chair, letting the last of her sobs rattle out of her. Meryl unpacked the Chinese, and Ardy brought them two plates and some silverware. She leaned down and hugged Elliot around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go down to the shop and check on things,” she said,

“What?” Elliot said, catching Ardy’s hand. “But… lunch?”

“I think you two need to catch up. It’s been an eventful few days.” She squeezed Elliot’s shoulder, and retreated to the outside world.

Meryl opened the boxes of Chinese. “I hope you like Kau Kau. It’s the best in the city.”

Elliot just watched as Meryl helped herself to the food.

“We need to talk about what just happened,” Meryl said. She heaped some fried rice on her plate, and grabbed a few pieces of barbecue pork. “Because I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

Elliot tried to speak, but another sob escaped. “I thought… I thought I had killed you.”

Meryl had just about to take a bite of an egg roll. She stopped, wide eyed. “Elliot…”

“I hit you with one of those magic ball things. I saw you fall, and the Nerd got you and and and…” She felt the tears coming back.

Meryl scooted over to her and hugged her close. “Oh no, I didn’t know…”

“And I thought that everyone else knew, and they’d hate me and they’d not want me around and-” Elliot wiped her tears away.

Meryl took Elliot by the hand and led her over to the couch. She sat Elliot down. “I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would have come over sooner. I just kind of assumed you knew.”

Elliot shook her head.

“Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t be killed in any meaningful way?” She offered Elliot a smile. Elliot laughed and looked away.

“I thought you were just being a weirdo.”

“Nope! Oh! Oh oh oh! I promised to show you a cool scar!” Meryl hooked her hands under her shirt and in one clean motion pulled it off. She turned so Elliot could see her side. The fur had been burnt away, and a gash a couple of inches long sat at the center.

“That one’s new,” Meryl said. “You did a good job, by the way! You did so good with that ball!”

Elliot felt sick. She swallowed, hoping to keep her stomach down. “You didn’t die…”

“Nah!” Meryl said. She poked at the wound. “It hurt like hell, though.”

“How did you…?”

“We’ll get there. But first…” Meryl turned. Down nearly the length of her back was a massive scar, roughly following her spine. It looked as though she had split in two.

“Oh my god,” Elliot said, just above a whisper.

“Right?? Isn’t it sick?”

“What happened?”

Meryl turned back to face her. “Okay, so you know how I said there’s no such thing as good or bad magic?”

Elliot nodded.

“I want you to understand that I mean that, so I want you to understand how serious I am when I say I fell in with a group of really, really bad magic users.” Meryl sat back on the couch, looking down at the shirt in her hands. “I had just gotten into medical school, and mom and dad were on my back a lot because…” she waved her hand in the air. “I was starting to, I dunno, break? I was trying to figure out how to take a year off just to feel better, and even just thinking about that helped. And I had met Ty and I didn’t want to walk away from her because she’s just… amazing. And she’s got this amazing friend, Z. I might have told my parents I didn’t want to do medical school anymore…”

Meryl paused a moment, letting her eyes follow the ceiling up to its point. “So I’m feeling trapped. And here is where I should say that when you meet some weird people hanging around the morgue, you should probably follow your instincts. I was mad at so much that I didn’t. They knew I was a witch right away. They saw all of it, and they dangled control in front of me. I could get more powerful, I just had to help them steal a body or two. At first…”

“Whaaaaat.” Elliot said.

“Hang on, there’s more.” Meryl stretched, like she was settling in for the long haul. “Necromancy, if you hadn’t guessed already. It was really strong stuff, and every session we did I felt more and more incredible. What I didn’t realize is that they were using me to summon a demon.” Meryl turned to show Elliot her back. “Guess where the portal was.”

Elliot covered her mouth.

“So THAT happened. I was lucky that Ty and Z found me when they did.”

“How did they even fix that?” Elliot asked.

Meryl gave her a weak smile. “If you ever have the chance for a god to owe you a favor, you take it. Z just happened to have exactly that, and she called it in.”

“Oh wow… Just for you…”

“Just for me,” Meryl said, smiling broader. “Remember when I said I didn’t go outside for a year? That was after the summoning. Ty and Z basically watched me until I was better, and made sure I had what I needed. They found Gimble and introduced me, and that’s when I started going out again.”

“That’s so much,” Elliot said, almost whispering.

“Yeah,” Meryl said. “It’s a lot to process sometimes. But I feel better than I used to.”

“You’re always so cheerful and happy,” Elliot said.

“Death and I got into a staring contest, and Death blinked,” Meryl said. “And here I am. I have an amazing partner, and a great friend…” She took Elliot’s hand. “And now I have you, too.”

Elliot felt herself blushing.

“Sorry, that was a lot too. As a friend, I mean.” Meryl tilted her head. “I didn’t think you cared about me so much.”

“The coven is really nice,” Elliot said. “But Z is… Z? Like, she’s pushy and nosy. And Ty is super cool but also super intimidating. And Gimble is nice, but like she feels like a mom? But you listened to me when I wanted help, and you’re warm and you treat me not like a project, but like a friend.”

Meryl fell forward, hugging Elliot around the neck. “Aw, buddy! I’m glad we are friends. It means a lot to me.” She sat back. “Feeling better?”

Elliot nodded. “Yeah. I’m glad you’re alive.”

Meryl beamed. “Me too. Okay, now you take off your shirt.”

Elliot rolled her eyes, but cracked a smile anyway. “Ha. Yeah, I’m good.”

Meryl only giggled. She put her shirt back on. “Anyway, they sent me to come get you when they found out you were here.”

“How did they…?” Elliot started, and stopped herself. “Ah.”

“She’s worried about you,” Meryl said. “And she wanted to make sure you got help.”

Elliot nodded. She bit her lip. “Yeah. That is nice, though.”

Meryl patted her arm. “The other thing is why I’m still here.”

Elliot looked up, right into Meryl’s eyes. “You were kidnapped by The Nerd!”

“He saved my life,” Meryl said. “I really do believe that. And in return, all he wants is to meet you.”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide. “Meet…? How-? I can’t!”

“I’ll set it up and everything. We’ll do it on neutral ground. Cassie’s place is covered with so much of her magic, neither one of you would be able to hurt each other, even if you wanted to.”

“But…” Elliot said. “He’s The Nerd!”

“Will you do it for me?” Meryl asked. “Please? I owe him.”

Elliot closed her eyes and sighed. “You really think he saved your life?”

Meryl nodded enthusiastically.

“Fuck,” Elliot said. “Okay, fine.”

Meryl stood, grinning. “Yay! I’ll set it up.” She held out her hands for Elliot. Elliot took them, and Meryl pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go eat!”

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Pacific NorthWitch 25

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The thing about falling is that when you’re falling for long enough you stop noticing that it’s happening.

Elliot dreamed of falling again, her broom next to her, falling handle-down, slowly twisting. This had been the last few nights, just falling in the void, every night waiting for the ground to come up to hit her. Every night, she closed her eyes and let the inevitable happen. Tonight, though, she waited for an impact that didn’t happen.

“Damn, baby witch, you live like this?”

Elliot spun around to the source of the voice. Rory sat on Elliot’s broom, kicking their legs under them. They beamed at Elliot.

“How’d you get… in here?” Elliot asked. She looked around. This was a dream, right?

“How’s it going, baby witch?” Well, their mouth didn’t move, but Elliot could hear their voice all the same.

“Why are you here?”

“The walls go up quick, don’t they?” Rory said. “You’re defensive.”

“Can’t imagine why.” Elliot twisted her body, turning away from Rory. She tried to will the ground to come to her, hoping to end the dream.

“How’re you feeling?” Rory asked. “Do you still hurt?”

The sky around them started to change. It had always been dark, like night. But the sky began to glow, first red, then pink. Crows began to fly around them in distant clouds.

Elliot sighed. “…I’m better. I can move around some. Ardy’s been helping.”

“That’s kind of her.”

Elliot pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them.

“Bones feel good?” Rory slowly began to move around to face Elliot. Elliot closed her eyes.

“The cuts on your arms are healing up. You’ll have scars, but that’s okay.”

“Scars are fine,” Elliot said softly.

“You have a few already,” Rory said. That was true, Elliot thought. She had a few. She also knew not to pick at them. Rory seemed to want to do just that.

“I think,” Rory said with satisfaction, “you will heal properly.”

“Okay,” Elliot said. She turned, her flopped-over mohawk sticking to her face. She brushed it away.

“Now,” Rory said. “Let’s talk about you.”

Elliot tried to make the ground come to her again.

Rory just laughed. “As long as I’m here, you’re going be in this dream.”

“Hey, so that’s fucked up,” Elliot said.

“You can stop this if you want to.”

Elliot stared. “This is really shitty.”

“Just trying to help you out, baby witch.”

The raccoon let a long sigh out her nose. “If you’re going to waste my time, at least let me not be in a coma. And also get me coffee.”

“I can make that happen,” Rory said. “But I want something from you in return.”

“What?”

“Honesty.”

“Like, I’m honestly mad that you’re in my dream right now?”

“Honesty,” Rory said. “Some introspection, too. Because I’m going to ask you a question, and to be honest to me, I think you’ll need to think about it.”

“Okay?”

“Are you happy with how things are going?”

Elliot froze. For so long, she had been avoiding that question. What was she trying to do? Was this it? Was she going to fall forever?

“No.”

Rory smiled broadly, kind and welcoming. They held out a hand. “Do you want to stop falling?”

“Yes.” Elliot took their hand. Below, the roof of Rory’s shop raced to meet them. A pinpoint of white light opened, and then grew to engulf them.

The world hit Elliot and knocked the wind out of her. She gasped for breath, unable to see, feeling for anything. She grabbed a solid surface and clung to it until she could breathe again. The world slowly came into focus.

She was in the cluttered back room of Rory’s shop, sitting at a well-used table. A trio of mismatched chairs surrounded the table. In front of her, Rory had already placed a mug, the Frasier logo printed on it, chipped and scuffed, a little faded. Rory appeared with a coffee pot and a plate of pastries. They poured Elliot some coffee, and some for themself, and then they sat.

“Why are you doing this?” Elliot asked.

“Introspection,” Rory said, Saxnōt speaking for them. They pushed the plate of pastries to Elliot. “You have some things to think about for that question to make sense. But I will say this. You’ve been so afraid of being found out, right?”

Elliot’s ears perked. “Uhm-”

“Honestly,” Rory said. They leaned forward a little.

“Yes,” Elliot said. “Ever since I learned that I could do magic. Ever since I found out I was strange and maybe dangerous? Like, every single day, I worried people would find out. And I honestly don’t know what will happen when people do.”

“You’ve run away before. What do you imagine will happen?”

Elliot drew her knees to her chest again, hugging them tight and staring down the pastries. “I’m not afraid of pain. I don’t think people will hurt me. But I am afraid that they’ll walk away from me. That they’ll just be done with me.”

“And your friends? Ardy? Do you think they worry too?”

“They seem like they know what they’re doing.”

“Elliot…”

“They must be terrified all of the time,” Elliot said. “Like I am.” She looked down at her coffee, and took a long drink. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Am I like you?” Rory laughed. “From Out of Town, like you say?”

“Shut up, you were in my fucking dream and you use a crow to talk,” Elliot said before she could stop herself. Rory laughed again.

“Baby witch, do you think the Sun is afraid of the Earth?”

Elliot nodded. “That’s a terrifying answer, thank you.”

Rory propped their head up with their hand, appraising Elliot. “Is this personality? Is this what Real Elliot is like?”

Elliot’s ears perked, and then folded back. She stared down at the pastries.

“That wasn’t a question that was meant to evoke this kind of response,” Rory said.

The raccoon nodded. “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“You have a few things to work on, then,” Rory said. They retrieved a phone from their pocket, which Elliot instant recognized as hers. “I let Right Determination know you’re here, bee tee double yew.” They set the phone down on the table and pushed it to Elliot. “Call the people that want to help you.”

Elliot took her phone, and held it in her hands. It felt impossibly heavy, and she wanted nothing more than to drop it.

“You’ve got to stop pushing people away when things get complicated. Otherwise, you’ll just crash land on someone else’s roof. And they might not be as nice as me.”

“I’ll call them when I get back to Ardy’s,” Elliot said softly. “I want…” She pulled her jaw tight, her ears falling back on her head.

“You want to feel safe,” Rory said. “Well, should it go wrong, which it won’t, you’re safe here.”

Elliot nodded. “Thanks. I mean that for real. I’m sorry I’m a jerk.”

“This is nothing you can say to me that will hurt,” Rory said. “Your words are weak and your fear brings me sustenance.”

“Hey, we need to have a talk about this eldritch god shit, because it’s unsettling.”

Rory tapped their nose and winked.

“Don’t like that…”

“Okay, baby witch. You have a demon to get back to. She’s worried about you.” Rory drew a door for Elliot. “Tell her to ring me up sometime. I’d love to have tea with her.”

Elliot let out a little laugh. “Yeah, can do.” Despite everything she had built up inside herself for years, Elliot gave Rory a hug.

“Oh, that was nice!” Rory said. “You’re good at that.”

Elliot pushed Rory away and stepped through the door.

Ardy’s apartment was bright and sunny, as bright and sunny as an October day in Seattle could be. Elliot looked around the bedroom from where Rory had taken her, if only to ground her reality. Then she went to go talk to Ardy.

“I’m back,” she called as she stepped into the living space of the apartment. It felt open and airy, and cheerful somehow. It was nice.

Ardy was on the couch, sipping a glass of wine, watching a particularly spirited episode of Rick Steve’s Europe.

Elliot squinted at the TV. “Are you watching the travel dweeb?”

“There she is,” Ardy said. “Do you feel better? How was Rory’s?”

“It was…” Elliot didn’t really know. She was still processing everything. “It was good, I think.”

Ardy gave her a soft smile. “Good.” She stood and hugged Elliot. “I’m glad to see you up and about.”

Elliot sank into the hug, closing her eyes and nuzzling into the curve of Ardy’s neck.

A phone on the wall rang. Elliot had wondered how she had missed that, but given that it was Ardy’s place, a wall phone wasn’t out of character at all. Ardy let Elliot go and answered the phone.

“Yes? Oh, good! Hang tight, I’ll open the door.” She held a button down on the phone, and then hung up.

“Did you get a call from 1993?” Elliot asked.

Ardy laughed. “Hush. I got some lunch for us. I think you’ll like it.” She went to the kitchen and began to get plates and silverware out.

A moment later, the delivery carrier knocked on the door. Ardy motioned to the door.

“Do you mind? Everything is paid for, tip included.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Elliot carefully descended the stairs down to Ardy’s apartment door. She opened it.

Meryl waited on the other side. When she saw Elliot, her face lit up. “Hey, buddy!”

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