Email to Nathan

[xp_daytripper]

To: NDayspring@xaviers.ny.edu
From: toilandtrouble@yahoo.co.uk



Dear Nate,

I've been sitting here for the last hour, trying to think of what to say. Apart from the obvious 'thank you', that is. Curt insisted I leave off opening your parcel until my actual birthday and I'm sort of glad I did since there's so much going on that's not-birthday-ish right now. I always did love this book and it was a real wrench to leave it behind. I guess I thought I'd lost the rights to it or something typically melodramatic. But having it back... it's like seeing an old friend again. Even if my Arabic's a bit rusty, between the pounding I gave the grey matter last year and the lack of study since. New Orleans wasn't big on language classes past the Creole. Which is a really fucked up language, by the way. Had to learn it so I knew half of what was being said to me by Tante's girls.

And I'm rambling again.

Moira's told me bits and pieces of what's happened to you over the last few months - as much as she thought I could handle, I suppose, since there was a lot of it that was to do with me and what I did. Pete's told me some more, filling in the gaps. And I know 'sorry' doesn't mean anything, but I wanted you to know how sorry I am, for the way things turned out, for what happened to GW, for even losing your dad like you did. I don't know what to say past that, except that I'm glad it's over, that you're back relatively safe and sound.

I'm actually in London now - something's happened with Rom and Pete's got me going through her papers in case there's something magic-related there. Nice and safe and boring, don't you (and Moira) worry. I'm enjoying being able to help, especially since it's Rom. I'm being careful about my powers, too, bleeding off the extra regularly, that sort of thing. Even eating and sleeping regularly; hell, I've been making sure the others do too. As much as I can, any way.

There's more, lots more, that I want to say, but I'm buggered if I know where to even start. Some of it I said in my letter, some of it Angelo probably told you when he got back. Written words have never been my friends, really, not when it comes to the important stuff. Maybe one day I can have a go at saying stuff in person. Besides, Remy's going to be here any minute to take me out. Something about not spending my birthday doing paperwork.

Take care of yourself and Moira and everyone else.

Amanda.

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[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Trust Curt to step in to make sure you saved it for your actual birthday. I'm glad he did, though. Especially given everything else that's going on.

I actually wasn't sure about sending the book back to you, so I'm even more glad that you are happy to have it. I just wasn't sure if you wanted the reminder or not, or if you did, whether the book was what I should have picked. To some extent, it was my first choice because I looked at it and though yeah, it would travel the best. But I also remember Dom emailing me or calling me every day for two weeks, bitching and complaining about having to chase it through every specialist bookshop in Central Europe, and then how gleeful she was when she finally found it...

I'm rambling, but I'm also sitting in a Starbucks doing mind-numbing telepathic surveillance, so I'm allowed. Moira's not all that happy with me that I'm back out in the field this soon, but there's so much going on that I need to be.

I'm glad to hear that you're doing all right with your powers. Moira didn't give me much in the way of details, just that you were over on Muir and having some problems. (You know how she is about patient confidentiality.) I kept thinking that I ought to write you back, or email, when I knew perfectly well where you were, but the last few weeks haven't been so good for things like that, even leaving aside adventures with insane relatives. I guess later's better than never, though, right?

I did read your letter. I suppose I should have written back, given that words are my thing, but January... wasn't a good month, with what happened to GW, and for all that I apparently looked like I had it more together in February, I've just become a better actor than I used to be. And then I spent most of March in a borderline precognitive psychotic state... yeah. It's been a great 2006 thus far, really, but I like to think that things are looking up.

I know you can't make any plans until you all have found Romany, but when you do - note the when, I'm working on the optimism thing - we should. Talk, I mean. Whether it's on this side of the pond or that side of the pond... Moira's promised to kidnap me back to Muir when things slow down. Really kind of looking forward to the idea, I've got to admit.

As you're probably out having some due fun, I'll stop inflicting my rambling on you. But it's good to hear from you, and it's good to know you're doing well. We'll talk more later. We will. I should probably get my mind back on what I'm doing, too...


Nate

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[xp_daytripper]

Hey Nate,

Thanks for the reply, even if you were playing hookey from leather stuff. I'm getting the impression things are busy over there right now - Moira's been quiet and Marie-Ange's phone's stuck on her voice mail. Hope people are all right?

The book's been a good break. Most of the papers Pete grabbed from Rom's stuff aren't much in the way of anything - scattered bits and pieces, really - and nothing that helps. It's bloody frustrating. Think I'll take myself out and poke around some of the magically-inclined folks. Seems like everyone's shut up shop tho'. Weird.
And don't worry, I'll be letting the Trenchcoat Brigade know what's what as far as where I am and the rest.

My birthday itself went well - Remy's not up for clubbing any more, with the leg, but he took me out for a couple of drinks any way. Pete even joined us for a bit.

Yeah, Moira's good with the whole patient confidentiality thing. You can let her know I'm fine with you knowing the details, tho' - saves me explaining it all. But the important thing is that I'm not doing magic. Can't, actually. I asked Tante to take it away and that's not changing just because my mutation's flared up again. I learned how to bleed off the energy I absorb on Muir; used some of what Rack used to do, if you can believe it. Bastard would spit knowing he's helping me now.

I think after your last three months you deserve a nice long drama-free break. Which isn't to say you'll get it, but fuck, Nate, how much crap can one person take, any way? I'm glad the whole thing with your family is done with, even tho' I'm sorry it turned out that way. You deserved better than that.

Meeting and talking... yeah, definitely an idea. If anything you get to see how I've changed since I left. I hope think you'll like it.

Back to the books for me. Take care, yeah?

Amanda.