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[devoutish]

[It was a stroke of good luck that had put Alfie within a day's walk of the police station, where Fiona had revived. Watson is on his way too, as are (tentatively) Angel and Rhys - but they're days behind, and there's no question that Alfie will make it to her first. Selfishly, he can't help but be glad about that.

She gets herself to a nearby house, and he's there half a day later - quickening his pace as he sees it up ahead, and calling out her name before he's even up the front steps.]

Fiona?

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[plundering]

[That second drags on longer than she anticipated, because he tangles his fingers in her hair and she finds herself completely unwilling to move.]

Yeah. Guess it was the whole being dead thing.

[Another attempt at a joke that doesn't really sound like a joke. She's off her game.]

[devoutish]

C'mere.

[He pulls away just along enough to bend down and start pulling blankets and pillows out of his bag. He tosses them onto the couch, the nearest soft place. Then he wraps an arm around her again and shuffle-walks them over.]

I'll warm you up.

[plundering]

My hero.

[She sits down obediently, wrapping a blanket around herself.]</small? You don't know where my hat went, do you?

[devoutish]

As a matter of fact--

[He fishes that out of his bag too, holding it out for her inspection. It's still a little crumpled, but he and Watson had done their best to smooth it out. The blood stains are also mostly gone, but there are a few stubborn ones that haven't been quite rubbed out yet.]

We did our best with it.

[plundering]

[Fiona makes a face when he hands her the hat, but she can't complain too much. At least they saved it for her.]

I think I'm just going to steal yours for good.

[devoutish]

[He smooths a thumb over the biggest bloodstain, apologetic.]

It needs a few more scrubbings.

[But he picks up her hat and settles it gently on her head, then leans over to give her a kiss on the temple.]

It did always look better on you.