I Will Follow You Into the Dark

Oh, look, there was a boy knocking at the door.

The balcony door.

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Lulu glanced over. Jean-Paul was inside, so who could... Oh. Another one.

"Hello," she said, as she came over and opened the door.

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"Hi, Mommy!" said Jean-Luc, flinging himself at Lulu's waist.

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That was... only partially unexpected.

This was clearly going to be one of those weekends.

"Hello to you, too," she said. "You certainly seem excited to see me. Is your father around at all?" She rather thought she might know the answer, given how he came in through the balcony door and all...

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Oh. Right. Alternate dimensions. "I'm Jean-Luc," Jean-Luc explained patiently, "and you're my mommy, and Dad's in the kitchen. I saw him in the window."

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Lulu stared for a moment, then covered a burst of what were totally not giggles, because she was far too mature and serious to giggle.

"Oh, Jean-Paul?" she called, over to the kitchen, as she led Jean-Luc in that direction. "I have someone you might like to meet."

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Jean-Paul looked up from his intense scrutiny of Joanne, half a smile on his face. "Oui--Lulu. Who is that?"

And why did he have points on his ears?

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"This is Jean-Luc. He just came in through the balcony door." She grinned. "Which makes sense of our son, no?"

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The smile fell off Jean-Paul's face. "That is not even possible."

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"My you says I was caused by sex pollen and he'll tell me what that means when I'm older," Jean-Luc explained helpfully.

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Lulu couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well," she said, "that does explain some things." She gave Jean-Paul a vaguely incredulous look, but went on with it. "So, Jean-Luc, would you like some breakfast? I can get you some Cheerios, if you'd like, just like Joanne has, or I've got some eggs poaching for Eggs Benedict." She directed that last at Jean-Paul, as well, just in case he'd like some.

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Food, yes. He should probably eat some of that. "I would love some Eggs Benedict. What about you...Jean-Luc?" This was never going to not be weird.

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"I'd like Eggs Benedict, too, please," Jean-Luc said politely, casting a look at Joanne. "Since when do I have a sister?"

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Glancing at Jean-Paul to let him field the question, Lulu moved to throw a couple more eggs in the pan, and to start frying a few more slices of ham. She just hoped that she had enough Hollandaise.

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"She is, uh." Jean-Paul hesitated. "She is visiting. From another world. Just as you are." That should suffice, right? "Did I ever tell you about Joanne?"

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"Oh," Jean-Luc said quietly. "Yes. A little." He turned to his mother and said, "I don't like the sauce from Holland."

...what?

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"Hard or soft yolk?" Lulu asked Jean-Luc, even as she deftly layered the egg and ham on halves of toasted English muffin for Jean-Paul's breakfast. If she didn't know by now how he liked his eggs, she might never learn.

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"Soft, please, Mommy," Jean-Luc said. Alternate dimensions with moms who didn't know how you liked your eggs were so weird.

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Lulu caught the egg before it turned hard, and layered it on another English muffin. "Here you go," she said, bringing it over to Jean-Luc. "Would you like anything to drink?"

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"Milk?" Jean-Luc asked. "Please? And thank you."

Jean-Paul? Still wondering where the manners had come from.

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Lulu got him a glass of milk, and then joined them at the table.

"What shall we do today?" she asked.

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"I wanna go flying!" Jean-Luc said immediately.

Then he remembered some people at the table couldn't fly. "Or...maybe not?"

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"You can fly? My son can fly!" Jean-Paul informed Lulu with a slightly dorky grin on his face.

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"I think, perhaps," Lulu said, "that the two of you should definitely go flying." She smiled. "It will be good... father-son bonding time."

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