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[This was bullocks. This was absolute bullocks. He felt like he'd stepped into a rerun of the bloody Xfactor or whatever it was. Reincarnation, memories from another life, nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Yet he couldn't stop dreaming about it. Every night it had happened. The girl in the water, pulling her out, some agony tight in his chest-- and-- incredible loneliness. Incredible grief. More than once he'd woken up in tears and so was running on as little sleep as possible.

So when he appears on the feed, he's looking haggard and cross. He's never been much for technology. He's also wanted to avoid touching this... supernatural disaster-- but he's exhausted all other possibilities short of going to therapy and if it is connected to this-- organization, maybe someone can give him a clue]

My name is Crowley. I'm looking for a missing girl, about eleven to fourteen. Shoulder length dirty-blonde or brunette hair, wearing a locket. Heart shaped. If anyone's seen her, or knows anything about her, let me know.

Or if anyone can tell me about the Bureau. The truth about the Bureau. Not the interdimensional whatever it is. How prevalent are they? How prevalent are 'we'? Is anyone doing any sort of investigating at all?

[and while he knew it wasn't a good idea to question so openly on their own network, he needed information. And it would be interesting to see what they did with this threat, if anything.]

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[fair. He tends to avoid that side of the family. Mostly since they usually only call him about Anthony.]

Sure.

[or at least he was hoping that's how ulcers work. He drank his cold sludgy coffee as Anthony talked and regretted it. It seemed that Anthony really did have his life together. A girlfriend, too, that was a new one. Especially the dating steadily.

So what the hell was he doing here?

Nevermind. He was glad he was. The twilight zone was one thing and Fell was another. If he believed in divine intervention, which he didn't, he might believe he came at the right time to stop it all from falling apart]

Nothing's changed. Except being in this bloody city. [a faint smirk]

You've actually done something for yourself.

[he looked away]

God, I hate compliments. Why do people have to compliment each other? Isn't it enough to just be told when you screwed up?

[which is to say he's proud of you]

[ He had hoped for that. An A+ on his report card, a good job you haven't screwed anything up... why then did the compliment leave him feeling restless? ]

You're teaching in New York?

[ So he was staying!?!? ]

Where are you living?

Yeah. Louis Armstrong Middle.

[it was awful but when had it ever been otherwise?]

Queens. It's a little studio flat. Not really worth the rent I pay for it, but... [a shrug. Living in New York was living in New York] Christ, though, you think they'd learn to make some decent coffee. This is America isn't it? They're practically iv'd up to the stuff.

You shouldn't go to a chain bagel shop. The best coffee can be found in little out of the way places.

[ Alec probably shouldn't have said IV. It did bring up all sorts of memories of terrifying moments when he wasn't sure if the idiot was going to live or die on him. ]

And what about the ticker? You have been looking after that better than the ulcer?

Like where?

[more sips of the disgusting coffee]

It's fine.

[still going anyway]

I'll make you a list.

[ Once he figured out which shops he would rather spend less time at. ]

So you got the surgery?

I said it's fine. Don't worry about it.

What do you mean its fine? It's fine I got the surgery, everything's good! Or I'm fine I want to tell you how to live your life but I don't want to hear the same thing from you?

I'm not telling you how to live your life. I'm just making sure you're not making a complete shite show of it. You think I want to be checking up on you all the bloody time? No. But I do, because that's what family does.

How is that different?!

[ Anthony rolled his eyes and flopped back in his chair. ]

You never did anything about it did you? Tch, you're the one who needs looking after.

I don't need anyone. I'm fine. Look. I'm sitting right here talking to you so lay off the hysterics.

[ He huffed but decided not to say any more about it for now. It wouldn't do any good anyway... He had always been stubborn. ]

So... where do we go from here?

I don't know. I never expected...this. [the memories he means. The dreams] How many are there? Do you know? And why? It feels so...real. Like I've lived it only I know I haven't. I don't understand.

I don't think it's some set number. No one's going to yell Bingo when they get to the end.

[ All of the rest of those questions left him as dumbfounded as his poor cousin unfortunately. ]

Apparently there is a group that meets now and then that is trying to work out those answers. Creepy, what's-his-name, would have told you about that?

I heard. But groups like that. [he makes a face] Sitting around telling your name and your ... problems. I don't see why it helps. I don't want to hear about theirs and mine are none of their business. [he has a feeling that he'll have to go sometime or another]

Fell seems to think it's legitimate...

[ Nevermind him if his ears perked up at Mr. Fell's name. ]

He can be convincing.

[ Anthony shouldn't ask, but he was curious... ]

What were your impressions of him?

[he was sacrificing so much to this damn coffee to look innocuous]

You first.

You can't ever just answer a question!?

[ God! You were so frustrating!! Deep, breath... ]

He seems well meaning, always trying to help others out. Art restorer so... he's of that scene.

Don't think he's a little too trusting of everything? A little too naive?

[and then]

That scene means...?

You've met him.

[ The implication being you didn't notice? ]

If you didn't notice maybe I should't say...

[ That he was gay. Mr. Fell had readily admitted it to him so it might not have been a secret but Anthony attempted to shift focus anyway. It was a bit odd really to feel so protective of some one who was a relative stranger to him. ]

He's from London. Posh accent, fussy table manners, that sort of thing.

I've seen him. [meeting would come later] He seems interested in you for some reason.

[the coffee is finished so he sets it aside]

Does he know you have a girlfriend?

[ Didn't he wish he had a cup of coffee to get lost in? Actually! Anthony waved the girl over and ordered a 'to go' black. Even if the coffee was bad it would be a distraction when he needed one. ]

I'm sure he does. It's not a secret.

[ He couldn't recall the precise moment he had mentioned Grace's name but he had to of, right? One doesn't just forget they have a girlfriend! ]

We're just friends. We met at one of those meetings.

[ Also conveniently leaving out having a second memory that involved asking the guy out to lunch. Probably didn't mean a thing. ]

I'd make sure of that if I were you. [he's just saying]

I'm surprised you went to a meeting. Doesn't seem like your style.

[asking him out to eat seemed to run in their family for some reason]

You worry too much.

[ He meanwhile didn't see the problem. ]

I went to one meeting. It wasn't my style though so I left pretty soon after that.

[ After accidentally trashing the snack table. Things happened. ]

You don't worry enough. [he'll tell him if Anthony won't. It's not his business but now he supposes it is. Always was ever since they were little]

Haven't been in contact with anyone since then?

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