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Unreality doesn't let go of its toys easily, and Alec was a favorite toy.

The spell being disrupted, some of the power still lingered inside of him, not enough to effect him during his waking hours, but in sleep his mind drifted across realities and She directed its course.

He dreamed of the Inn. Of coming back to the Inn and seeing the massacre. But it wasn't him. It was another him. Similar enough in such away that he couldn't right off tell the difference between them. He felt his alternate's horror at seeing what happened. He wants to warn his alternate, but he's only a passenger on this journey. He has no say, he can't take control of the body.

Up the stairs they crept and once again he sees her, it feels fresh and raw compounded by the newness for his alternate, rushing all into him. There's a sagging of his knees, the reaching to touch her. And then... and then... his voice. Laughing, mocking.

It blurs for him ... but something is different. A tugging on his ear, something ripped off.

A chain...? A chain covered in flamelets.

That was the difference. He was still with Kai.

And there he was. The fire god, smoldering in anger at what had been done to his consort. Looking deadly heated and burning.

And Jono laughed at him. There was no comparison in power here. Jono clearly had the upper hand.

There wasn't even a fight. Jono crushed the fire god before Alec's eyes.

And then he waited. And she came. In search of what happened to one of her gods. This time there was a fight. Author verses god moder. Jono fled. Laughing he fled.

Teena, beaten, but alive, then turned to him and freed him from the wall. She smiled and told him that everything was going to be all right. Then she brought Verra back to life.

Alec woke up, clawing at the blankets, shuddering. He curled up in a ball, and wouldn't come out from under the blankets for hours.

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More whimpering and he curls up tighter. He's shivering and radiating cold... which for everyone who knows Alec means that something is wrong. He usually is feverishly warm.

Mel shakes the lump a bit. "Alec, I'll get Triv if you don't say something." it's pleading.

"Don't tell her. Please don't tell her what happened." He doesn't mean Triv, of course, but Mel doesn't know that. She doesn't know what he's talking about. He's still lumpish and cold.

"... Alec? Alec, what happened? Tell me, come on..." she rubs his shoulder.

"She brought them back... godsohgods... she brought them back...without asking... she did it with a smile on her face..."

"..." This doesn't give Mel a lot to go on. But she has a glimmer of an idea.

"Don't tell her. You can't tell her. It would be wrong!"

"I won't." she says.

"Good," He says this vehmently. Though he's still under the blankets.