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“Then, I apologize too, Miss,” Azazel said, vanishing. A second later, he materialized right next to her, “but you’d no longer need these memories then. Emma would be glad to take them away, wont you?” he said coldly.
Emma nodded, stepping forward.
Moira stepped back, swallowing hard. This didn’t look good. Would she lose all her memories now?
“Wait!” Mystique interrupted. Emma stopped her hand in mid-air, and rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you think this is a bit too harsh?” The angel asked, coming to Moira’s side. Moira, eyes wide, nodded frantically.
“Yes! Harsh is an understatement,” Moira chimed. “This is totally overkill. In fact, what I think we should do is take some time off, maybe go to a shrink, or have some coffee, if you want. I’ll get chocolate cake and muffins too-”
“Please stop,” Mystique said at the same time as Emma said, “Shut up.” Janos whispered “I want the cake,” in the background.
Emma turned to Mystique. “What do you think we should do, angel?”
“I think I have a better idea,” Mystique said with a smile.
Moira would’ve taken another step away, from Mystique this time, but unfortunately, she was already backed up against the wall.
Moira woke up with the sun on her face. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Huh, strange, the sun seemed to be slanting in a different angle. She read the clock, and oh shit! Eleven thirty? She was damn late today. Dead. She was officially dead. Her boss would stab her. Ahuh. Stab her. In the eye, probably.
In a hurry, her legs tangled in her bed sheets, and she fell down the bed.
She blinked, getting up. The strongest wave of déjà vu hit her. Did this happen before? Of course, Moira fell down her bed many times, but it hadn’t happened for almost two weeks now, she was sure of it. They why was her backside aching, as if she had fallen freshly this morning itself?
She crept to the guest bedroom, remembering last night. Maya, if she was right, was still asleep.
Good, that’s good.
She got an unidentified child in her guest bedroom. How the hell was that good?
“Hey Raven!” Moira called her best friend at work, clutching her phone between her ear and shoulder.
“Hello,” Raven replied, voice strangely emotionless. A second later, in the same tone, she said, “You’re not here. Where are you?”
“Oh, right. Yes. I am so sorry! I was um, engaged. But it’s over now! I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Moira said, trying to button up her shirt and comb the dead bird’s nest she called her hair, at the same time. “Can you please fill in boss for me?”
Raven swallowed. “Yes. I will talk to Miss Frost.”
“Thank you! You are such a darling!” Moira finished her buttons. “I would kiss you if I could.”
“My gratitude for the sign of affection, but I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
“Okay, see ya soon!”
“Farewell,” Raven said, and Moira heard the click of her phone.
She threw her mobile on the bed, finishing her hair. If she didn’t know Raven better, she’d have said that Raven’s behavior reminded her of a certain angel from ‘Supernatural.’ But then again, maybe watching four episodes per day was finally getting to her head.
She turned to the mirror, checking herself.
Ugh, she sighed as she noticed she had buttoned up in the wrong sequence, and one tail of her shirt was hanging out. She felt like she was three again.
Mystique handed the phone back to Emma.
“I hate doing this,” she said.
“I know,” Emma gave her a pearly smile.
“Why couldn’t you do it?”
“Well, it was your plan, wasn’t it? You wanted her to remember the Illusion, did you not? So you carry the burden,” Emma said smugly, looking out of the window. Moira hurried out, putting on her coat and struggling with the keys at the same time.
“And why do you get to be the boss?” Mystique asked, stepping forward.
“Well, ‘Frost Industries’ does have a cool ring to it,” Emma shrugged.
Mystique turned away, fuming. At least it wasn’t complete injustice to Moira. She’d remember finding Maya, but that was it. She would not remember her powers, nor the Angels and the Sins. Charles was a telepath. No way someone like Moira would be able to shield her mind. And by… pretending to be her friends, they would get first hand information of what was going on. Humans loved to gossip, Emma had assured.
And this wasn’t exactly lying either, right?
“Plus,” Emma said, turning back to face Mystique. “She thinks you’re acting like Castiel, you know, when he pretends to be human.”
“Cas-who?”
“Nah, nevermind. But he’s hot, so you should be happy.” Emma said with a wink. “You’d totally want to get in his bed, trust me. He’d be your type, you know. His pretty blue eyes and hard-”
Mystique disappeared with the swift flapping of her wings.
Angels, Emma thought sarcastically. Though Castiel would be an exception, she thought, shaking her head.