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Gabrielle hadn't received word from home this week. Ordinarily that was little cause for concern; not even her Greece, strange as it was, could send correspondence with anything like the (more or less) reliable speed of the current era. This week, though, it had her fretting. Were her parents all right? Was Lila? Helen, wherever she was now? Salmoneus, Autolycus, Hower and Minya, Flora, Pandora, Joxer, her Amazons, Homer and the boys at the Academy, Hercules and Iolaus?

And Xena . . .

That was the one that really twisted her stomach with worry, even though she remained mostly convinced that no matter what this thing was, Xena could handle it. The what-ifs were just persistent enough that Gabrielle couldn't help imagining a world without the Warrior Princess in it.

Her life without Xena in it.

That was . . . unthinkable.

On one level, she was aware of how many people she'd met and learned to care about throughout the past several years of her travels. It wasn't until moments like now, though, that she realized just how many people there were, and the thought had her in a pensive but agitated mood.

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Wesley was back, as he'd ~~handwavily~~ been every day for the past few weeks, and went through three cups of coffee and at least two dozen books before he started muttering to himself.

"Idiot, idiot, you're missing something..."

Someone was a wee bit sleep-deprived.

"You're not the only one," Scully muttered back at him.

"No," Wesley granted, turning a page almost quickly enough to tear it and then leaning down to eye it in concern, "but I'm the one who's been trained not to miss these things."

...arrogant much, Wes?

Scully gave him a side-eye, and took another sip of coffee. "Where and when?" She rubbed her eyes. "And what the heck do clowns (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_nugis_curialium) have to do with time travel spells?"

Ordinarily, Wesley would have no problem explaining the Watchers' Academy to anyone who asked. He took, well, some small amount of pride in having studied there, at least for a short while, but more than that, he simply liked being able to answer people's questions.

But he'd already done this with Scully and didn't much feel like doing it again, especially after the day he was having, so -- "Don't trouble yourself," he said tiredly, and a bit more sharply than he'd meant to. "And those aren't clowns."

It was a symptom of Scully's preoccupation that she'd completely forgotten that; this was one of several days running that she'd been doing this. She took another sip of her coffee and rubbed her eyes. "Right. Training. I forgot," she said wearily. "Sorry. And if they're not clowns, is there any chance they have something to do with this?"

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