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Lucky Spencer is with Lena Austen. They are preparing for a mission that does not have to do with one of the two, big open cases that the Crowbar has undertaken. It's nice to get a break from both of those cases despite knowing why they are so important to solve. They both seem so big and overwhelming. Progress to the next steps has been slow going at best.

They are in her room preparing for the mission and changing into appropriate clothing. It is straight forward enough mission. They have to go the bar and play their two roles while they get some information, hopefully a key that the one man supposedly always carries on him. Lucky has to be the observer. She is supposed to play the damsel in distress part. Lucky is there for backup and to get information from the people talking about the target while Lena goes a more direct route. He finishes buttoning the top buttons on his shirt. The ring that she gave him for Valentine's day is on one of his fingers along with the necklace that she gave him for Christmas.

Even if they turn out to have no secret powers to protect him, it comforts him to wear them both. He has gotten used to the solid weight against his chest and to playing with the ring while they have their big meetings or when he's waiting around on a stake out. It gives his hands something to do, which he needs more often than he can admit.

Lucky turns toward her, finishing up the last buttons of his shirt and freezing at the sight of the dress that she has on. It's hot and very short. "Does it have to be that-- Uh." Right, he will not be a jealous boyfriend here. He trusts her completely. It's thinking about how guys will look at her in that particular getup that makes him lineface if only slightly.

He reminds himself that he has her. How ever they look at her. It's him that gets to be with her in every sense of that word, not only what those guys would be thinking about.

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Oh, Lucky. The narration does not want to really know how Lena would be if you'd died in that bar and she'd had to go back to Sonny. There wouldn't have been much of her left. If any of them lost someone of their family, the narration just would not want to write them anymore. Unless it's a horrible AU, of course. :x

It isn't that one person's death is more important than the other.

No matter who it would be, a death in the Crowbar family would hit like a final train wreck. But everyone relates to each other in different ways. Within the family, there are several different dynamics and different ways of loving each other.

Lucky's partner in a way no one else is. She's given him her heart in a way she hasn't to anyone before. It's a different sort of closeness and if that was ripped away from her, she'd just be less. There wouldn't be a spiral into alcoholism but there would be a spiral into madness, and they all know that.

I promised you forever, and I thought that promise went both ways. Lena tries smiling too, but her voice is still shaky when she answers. "It did. It does," she says, and it is painful to be promised forever when she won't be here to bank in on it someday. And while no one gets forever, and everyone dies someday, it's different to have this very finite certainty over your own mortality. It's one thing to say, I'll die someday. Everyone dies. to saying, In one year I won't be here.

She won't be standing here across from him in this room and all these things that she's had and she's lost and she's had again won't be hers. None of it. Not even the fights. "I didn't mean to hold it back from you," she says, though she realizes now that's what she was doing every time she ignored a phone call or refused to look at an entry. "I'd just never felt that far away, and I didn't want to... have you stand in front of me and find that things were changed beyond repair."

She hadn't wanted to finally see him and find that all those things they promised to each other were things they couldn't promise again, because there wasn't anything there anymore to build promises on. And that makes more sense than anything else has in a while, and it's amazing how she hasn't been able to upt it into words or even realize what it was until he's helped her along with it. It's not the first time. He's always been able to tell.

Lena doesn't balk when her intensity is matched. He's intense, even in his quiet moments, and she loves that about him. She leans further into him, forgetting there was distance in ths first place. Even when she breaks away to catch her breath, she stays close, pressing against the side of his face. She feels it. The doubts are slowly melting away and the demon's voice grows so quiet in the background she can't hear it against the loud thrumming of her ears. "I missed you," she says, almost inaudibly against his mouth.