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A Strange Meeting…Thirteen

“Why did you leave the three bodies in the back room?” asked Lexi, staring at the old man. “I mean, you’re MERLIN, for goodness sake.  Surely, you could have made them disappear.”

“I could have,” he said, smiling at her, “but then how would I have been able to use them as a deterrent to others who imagined themselves up to the task of killing me?”

“Good point,” she said nodding.  “Get it completely. Great job.”

He laughed then.  Loudly and with great gusto.  “Parker, you must not let her get away. She’s funny, fearless, and intelligent.  You better get her before she notices who you are.” Then he laughed again and slapped his knee.

“Seriously,” Lexi muttered to herself.  “Who would have thought Merlin would ever slap his knee?”

“So you think your plan will work?” asked Bill.

Lexi sighed.  “No.  I’m positive it will fail and get you killed, that’s why I think it’s such a good plan.”

“I told you,” snickered Parker.  “It’s easier if you don’t say anything about the plan.  It seems like it’s going to work and…”

“Seems?” she asked, turning to glare at him.

“WATCH THE ROAD,” yelled Bill, putting his hands over his eyes.

“Wow.  Scaredy cat much?” she laughed.  “You must be from one of those warm states where the sun’s always out and it never goes below seventy-two degrees.”

“And?” grumbled Bill.

“So,” said Merlin, we’re going to go to what we think is their port sight and shut them down, is that right?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t do that immediately,” she said.  “Why let them come here if you can stop them?”

“You didn’t tell her about what’s guarding the port?” asked Bill, surprised.

Parker shrugged.  “Nope.”

“Why not?” asked Bill.

“I think she can handle it.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“And Merlin is with us.  He’s had experience with those kinds of beings, remember?”

“This is a really bad idea,” groaned Bill

“I can drop you off here, if you’re afraid to come with us,” said Lexi.

“No,” he moaned.  “I really don’t want to miss it.”

“Wanna tell me what all the fuss is about?” asked Lexi.

Merlin grinned.  “There are guards protecting their port site.”

“What kind of guards?”

“Oh, dragons and demons,” he said, casually.

“Really?” she said, excitedly.  “I LOVE dragons.  Think I can ride one?”

“You mean before they burn you to a crisp?” asked Bill.

“Why are you SO negative?  I get along really well with animals.  Even Hellhounds.”

“Is she serious?” Bill asked Parker.


“What is she?” said Bill, looking out the window.

“No idea,” said Parker.  “None at all.”

Merlin chuckled but said nothing.

“Okay dragons, demons.  What else and how many?”

“How many dragons do you need to keep people away?” asked Bill, sarcastically.

“Five?” she guessed.  “I mean you’re bound to have at least one sweetheart and a young one among them.  Maybe another who was misunderstood as a baby and…”

“You need to leave her,” whispered Bill, into Parker’s ear.  “She’s gonna get you killed.  Actually, I think she’s gonna get us all killed.  Tonight.”

“You are SUCH a baby,” sighed Lexi.  “Big Jumper terrified of a dragon and demon or two.”

Merlin chuckled louder and wiped tears from his eyes.

“Is this it?” she asked, in amazement?

“Yes,” said Parker and Bill in unison.

“No way,” she said, rolling down her window, braving the gusting winds and swirling snow.  “Starbucks?”


“Nice place,” said Shane, stretching, in the back seat. “A bit prison like for my taste but to each his own.”

“Looks like a bunker,” said Novak, sticking his head out of the window.

“That’s what it probably is,” muttered Louise, waiting for Graywing to return.

“Three men in the living room,” cooed Graywing.  “Two of them bigger than normal and armed.  Lots of guns on the coffee table.”

“Thank you, birdling.”


“Demons?” asked Shane.

“No idea.”

“How do you wanna play it?  Repel?  Front door?  What?”

“Flower girl?” smiled Louise.

“Lovin’ it,” laughed Shane.

Shane and Louise walked toward the building.  Graywing flew to the windowsill and waited.  Novak drummed his fingers on the dashboard and tried to think of other things.

Louise rang the door bell to the remodeled warehouse and started up at the camera.

“Yeah?” asked a deep rough voice.

“Flowers for a Mr. Dorken.”

“Leave ’em by the door.”

“You have to sign for them,” she said sweetly.  “I can’t leave them unless you sign and if I bring them back,” she said, a hitch in her voice, “I’ll get into trouble and I can’t afford to lose my job.”

“Who are they from?”

“I don’t know, sir.  I’m not allowed to open the card.”

“Fine.  Wait there.”

“Like where else would you wait,” whispered Shane.  “Nice glamour with the flowers.  I can almost smell them.”


“Okay, gimme the flowers and show me where to sign.”

“I didn’t expect him to go down that fast,” said Shane. “A big guy like that? Usually takes more than a couple of blows to the head and a stun gun to the chest.”

“You’re just good at what you do,” said Louise.

Shane stopped, then hugged Louise.  “Thank you.”

“Butch,” yelled a man.  “Where the hell are you? How long can it take you to answer the damn door?”

“Actually, he answered it right away,” said Louise, slamming the side of her hand into the first man’s the throat.”  He grabbed his neck with both hands, gurgled and fell backward into the chair he had been sitting in.  Louise turned and saw Shane holding Princess to the temple of the second guy.  His hands were zip cuffed behind his back.

“I can only assume you came to see me,” said the thin, balding man, staring out of the window.  “I don’t know why the government can’t get rid of these disease carrying birds.  Graywing smiled at him through the glass but he didn’t notice.

“Tell me about the portal painting,” said Louise.

“Not much to tell, really.  Man wanted some guys erased, I told him I could do it.  He paid me and I gave him the canvas.”

“You knowingly let demons come to this side of the veil?”

“Business is business. How many came through?”

Louise hit him.  “Y O U  W E R E N’ T   E V E N  C O N T R O L L I N G   T H E M!” she yelled, finally backing off.  “You don’t even know how many came through, where they are,  or what they’re doing?”

“What’d do that for?” he mumbled, wiping at his face.

Louise and Francis both turned when they head the electric buzzing.  Shane was on the back of the guy she floored, stunning him with something.

“New toy?” asked Louise, as she watched the tips of the man’s hair start to smoke.

“I designed it.  It’s a little more powerful than ordinary stunners.  I’m still getting used to the body weight, power ratio.”

“Is he alive?” asked Louise.

Shane put her fingers against the man’s neck.  “Thready, slow, uh, weak, but I think he’ll be okay.”

“Good enough,” said Louise.  “Francis, we need to talk.”





Edith looked out of her bedroom window.  Their house was in the trunk of a very large tree and she loved it.  It was multilevel and there were bridges, stairs and ropes all the way up to the top.  Her room was somewhere in the middle and contained a soft bed with pale yellow linens, a table made out of twigs and logs and a cuddly chair.  She looked down and saw a girl standing in the trees across from their front door.  Edith waved and said.  “I’ll be right down,”

She ran outside and walked over to the girl.  “My name is Edith, or Bluebell, I answer to both of them, so you can call me either one.”

“My name is Weed,” said the small girl, who immediately looked down.

“Wow!,” said Edith.

“I know, it’s the worst and lowest name there is around here.  It means unwanted, a blight, to be pulled up and thrown away,” said the girl softly.

“Are you kidding?” said Edith.  “It doesn’t mean that at all!  It means tenacious, able to survive anywhere, under any conditions, it means to take over everywhere you are, to grow and grow and spread and be the best and strongest thing in the garden!  Weed is a fabulous name, I wish my name was Weed.”

The girl stared at her, her eyes huge.  “That’s what you think?”

“That’s what I know,” said Edith.  “Weed is a name to be proud of.”

The girl started weeping softly.  “I’m human, you know.”

“I’m half and half,” said Edith, putting her arm around Weed.  “Where do you live?”

“Where do I live?”

“Yes, where do you live?”

“I’m human, I live where I can.”

“Don’t you have a home?  People who care about you?” asked Edith, in amazement.

“I’m human, so no, I don’t have any of those things,” sighed Weed.  “Human kids live where they can.  If we are working for someone, we get fed and maybe a mat to sleep upon until our job is done, then we’re on our own.”

“That’s unacceptable,” said Edith, standing up.  “Wait here,” she said.  “Do not move.”

Edith went into the kitchen and pulled on Lilly’s pale blue dress.  “Lilly there’s a girl outside who doesn’t have anywhere to live and she doesn’t really have regular meals and I want to know if she can live with us.”

Lilly bowed her head.  “She’s human, isn’t she,” she sighed.

“She is, how did you know?”

“That’s the way human children live in Fairy, Edith,” muttered Lilly.

“It’s wrong.”

“I know.”

“Now we can do something about it.  She can stay in my room and she won’t have to be alone and hungry any longer.”

“We can’t save everyone.”

“Maybe not but we can save her.”

“Bring her in.”

Edith skipped all the way back to Weed.  She grabbed her hand and dragged her into the kitchen.

“This is Weed, isn’t that a great name?” said Edith excitedly.  “Strong and tough.  Weed this is my grandmother, Lilly.”

“Hello Weed,” said Lilly, staring down at the terrified child.

Weed curtsied and refused to look up.

“Edith wanted to know if you could live with us.  In her room actually.”

Weed snuck a sideways glance at Edith and looked horrified.

“It’s not a very big room but there’s enough space for both of us,” said Edith, matter-of-factly.  We can fit another bed in there and that’s all we really need.”

Weed started shaking.

Lilly touched Weed’s shoulder.  “It’s okay Weed.  You’re welcome here.  Please be at peace and enjoy your new life.”  Lilly sent a calming spell through Weed and she stopped trembling.

“Come on,” said Edith, pulling on Weed’s arm.  I’ll show you where you’re going to stay.  THANKS LILLY,” she shouted, from the stairway.

“You’re welcome, Edith,” whispered Lilly, grinning.  “Life is never going to be the same around here and isn’t that wonderful,” she snickered.  “We might need a bigger tree.”


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