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2. Love.

Even in the city of the dead, life goes on. This one's a bit silly, and I don't like it very much, but it's cute enough to stay. I think I'm going to end up rewriting most of these.

Some important information regarding this: Brian, known as Devon to people he doesn't trust, is five. The quarentine was established before he was due to start kindergarten, so he never got to go. He's unusually vocal in this one, usually he's quite tacturn.

Submitted: June 25, 2008

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Submitted: June 25, 2008



"But why Bodici? It sounds stupid!" He told her, kicking the shopping bag at her feet. Kitti picked it up, out of harms way, before replying.

"First, it's not stupid, they're a designer line, and second, why should I know why they chose that name? It's probably the name of somebody who worked on it, or something."

"It's not, actually." A woman's voice said from behind them, interupting Kitti's impromptu lesson on designer clothes. "Bodici is a take on the Latin word for the love of a parent for a child. By naming their line that, they're indicating that if you love your childern, you'll buy their clothes." She paused, sitting on the table. "It is their infants to young children line, isn't it?"

Kitti grinned.

"See, Private Aideen? You are learning something about brand names!" She said, clapping her hands in mock applause. Ashling, better known as Private Aideen, or Miss, to most of the pub's residents, shook her head, laughing.

"Oh, I know plenty about brand names. Derwent makes the best watercolors, but for colored pencils, and watercolor pencils, Prismacolor is what you want. For paper-"

"Okay, okay, I get it! I didn't know that Latin was a required course for a nursing degree, though."

"It's not. You do know that you can take other classes than the ones required for your degree." She told the younger girl, giving her a tiny, amused smile. Kitty blushed and Brian laughed even as he scrambled into his guardian's lap. Ashling shook her head again, absently ruffling his hair.

"Roots were always Gwen's thing. I just picked up on some of it." She sighed softly, face tightening with remembered pain before she brushed her memories aside. "Your full name, Catharine, for example, means Pure in it's original Gaelic."

"Garlic?" Brain asked, confused, as he looked up at her through his bangs. She laughed and tapped his nose, shifting so that both of them were more comfortable.

"Not garlic, silly, that's a food. Gaelic. It's an ancient language that's still spoken in parts of the UK."

"Ancient?" He asked, carefully pronouncing the unfamiliar word.

"Really, really old." She explained, tapping his nose again. Kitty grinned, sitting on the table next to her.

"What're you going to teach him next, Private Aideen? How to do calculus?"

"Nonsense. That's far too advanced for him at the moment, though I might try in a few months." She smiled, looking down at her ward again. "Though I should really start him on the basics. What do you think of that, Brain love? You never did get to start Kindergarten."

He frowned, and shook his head.

"Uh-uh. School's boring!"

"But wouldn't you like to be able to read and write? To understand what the words on the walls say?" She asked him gently, bouncing him slightly on her knees.

"Well, maybe."

"And what about math?" She pressed, knowing for a fact he'd never had the chance to work in a school setting, and so didn't know what was expected of him. He shook his head again, face hard.

"No math. Math's hard." He explained, looking up at her.

"Oh, really? Well then, sweetheart, tell me something. If there were seven zeds standing in the carpark, and two more showed up, how many syringes would I need to take care of all of them?"

He thought about it for a moment, counting on his fingers as he considered the question.


"That's right. Now, if I showed up, but I only had three syringes, and I used them all, how many zeds would there be left?"

He counted again, staring at his hands as he figured it out.


"Right again." She told him with a smile. "And you want to know something else?" He nodded, and she bent to whisper in his ear.

"That was math."

"Really?" He gasped, eyes wide.

"Really." She confirmed, shifting again. He seemed to consider something seriously, or as seriously as a five year old could.

"I might try school." He finally told her. She laughed softly, and ruffled his hair again.

"You'll enjoy it." She promised. "We'll start tomorrow."

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