A Random Earth hotel living/sitting room

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Logan whimpers and clings to the guy that's holding her, feeling like she's going to throw up after what ever just happened. Then the new smells hit her and she stiffens and opens her eyes to stare around at the unfamiliar room. Her head goes fuzzy suddenly as she looks and she feels her knees buckle.

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Greg keeps a hold of Logan so she doesn't fall and guides her over so she's sitting down instead of standing up.

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There's a sudden swish behind them that makes her moan with fear, and then Charlie gives a squeal of joy. "Unca Chardie!"

"Shh, Ben," rumbles a deep voice. "You'll scare Ama."

The baby looks at his mother, then hides his face in Ada's shirt.

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"I've got you, Logan." House states kissing her cheek and just holding her.

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She gasps, her breathing going ragged as her heartrate goes up, every part of her instinctively fighting the intruder in her mind.

Then she strikes back, claws out and embedded in Charlie's stomach before anyone, even herself, is aware of what she's doing.

"Ouch," he grits, continuing to undo the mess in her mind.

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House finds whatever he can before getting the blood off her claws and sits back. "There you go, Logan."

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The sick vanishes with a swish and a flash as Charlie pulls himself to his feet and rubs his stomach. "How do you feel, Logan?"

"Head hurts, gut hurts, heart hurts." She lays her head against House. "What happened?"

"Ama?" Ben peers around House, then scrambles over and snuggles close.

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House blinks but smiles a bit. "It's just Bob."

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She growls faintly and finishes her cry, making a wet patch on House's shirt in the process.

Then she moves slightly. "Yuck."

"Feewin' bedder, Ama?" Ben looks up.

She kisses him on the forehead. "I'll do."

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"Odd." House states giving a slight shrug.

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"Not really," says Charlie impassively. "She's an alternate Logan's daughter, created for the soul purpose of trapping her mother."

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"He had to go home, Ben." House states. "We'll be goin' home tomorrow."

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"Me miss Unca Chardie. Usta wiv wif him." Ben looks at the fold of shirt and starts chewing it again.

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House wipes away the tears and holds her. "You'll be okay."

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The touch triggers more weeping and she hides her face in disgust, then bawls harder at the hurt the self depreciatory feelings bring.

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House blinks and lays her out on the bed after getting her there and then going to the suite door to see who the hell it was.

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The young man in hotel livery looks at him uncertainly. "Um, someone ordered all this and said to put it on the tab." He gestures to what looks and smells like a good meal under covers on the cart beside him. "They said it sounded like a really little kid."

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House smiles and picks Ben up before taking him and the food into the bedroom where Logan was.

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She takes her arm away from her eyes and looks around as he pushes in the cart, then starts to say something that gets interrupted by a jaw-popping yawn. "Grrr."

Ben cocks his head and stops wriggling and giggling. "Ama? Are you tsick adain?"

"Naw, I ain't sick, little britches." She yawns again. "Just had a weird day."

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"Don't eat too fast, Logan." He gives a slight nod to Ben letting him know it'd be alright.

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She shoots him an absent 'ya think?' look, then squeezes her eyes shut again for a few moments before groaning. "Gut's twistin'."

"Dust west a widdow bit, Ama," says Ben, his pudgy face furrowed in concern. "Wewax. You be otay."

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"You knew that the moment you got involved with me, Logan."

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She stares a little more, but then gasps and lets go of Ben to roll off the bed and head for the bathroom. "Dangit, Bethany!"

Ben lifts his head from where he's suddenly tumbled onto his face. "Wow!"

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He grabs the soup and hands it back to her.

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She drinks it, giving sips to Ben as he sits beside her and holds his toes. Then she sets the bowl aside and leans over to look at the cart. "What else's there? I smell meat."

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"Comfortable?"

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"Mmm hmm." She rubs her cheek against her living pillow and sighes again.