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[smartemployee]

Shortly after this mess.

"Emily Ann?" he calls from the hallway, wandering toward the foot of the stairs. The Jakemeister's still in his arms, but he doesn't mind the little guy the least bit. "Can you bring Elle downstairs with you? Please? Your mother's home."

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[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"I was hoping you were kidding."

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Elle looks over at her Ash, holding her finger up and going into lawyer mode. "So, along with not telling me that you had to go back in time, you also neglected to tell me that you had to lead an army against the undead, correct?"

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"It... slipped... my mind?" he slowly replies, carefully choosing his words.

And he throws in the Patented Pout. Just for good measure. She can't possibly be angry at him now! (Can she?)

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

She wants to smack him, she really does.

Instead, she just pinches his ear really hard and doesn't let up. "Slipped your mind?!"

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

He starts whining. The more he struggles, the worse it'll hurt. "Yes! Babe - - please stop. Please? I didn't - I didn't want you to worry about me, so I didn't tell you!"

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

She lets go of his ear, but is still glaring. "Well, what did you expect me to do? Say 'Awww...that's sweet of you not telling me that you disappeared to 1300 for several days'?"

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"...Yes?" More or less.

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

"Four days, actually," Ash throws in unhelpfully, while Sheila pokes him. "OW." He looks a little more sober than he did an hour or so ago, but his walk still has a little waver to it. "Why the hell did you break that mirror after I warned you about it?"

Jake is fussing on younger!Ash's lap, saying "no yell!"

Sheila just sits back, holding chubby keys for Mary to chew, feeling guilty as all hell for letting that slip.

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"You're right, Jakeman. No yell." He glances around at the rest of the adults. "Right, guys? No yell."

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

There's an ascenting grumble from Ash, and Sheila - who is always wise enough to keep her voice at a conversational level even when she's pissed - says nothing.

"You didn't answer my question," Ash says.

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"I didn't break the mirror," he replies, not whining for once. He's dead serious. "I remembered what you told me."

Pause.

"That... doesn't mean... it didn't... I dunno... fall over and... happen to break..."

Facepalm time!

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

CLUNK.

"You're killin' me kid."

"Now, Ashley, 'tisn't his fault."

"I KNOW." He sighs and glowers. "Damn book," This part he mutters "oughta bury it under the dirty underwear in the hamper. That'll teach it..."

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. Thank you, Sheila. It wasn't my fault." For once.

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

The idea occurs to Ash abruptly. "Emily," he yells, "where's The Book?"

"Mr. Scaryface?" Emily asks. "It's in my room. We were playin' tea party."

Ash snaps his fingers. "Be right back." He lunges his way up the stairs.

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

Elle looks after the other Ash, then back at Emily. "Mr. Scaryface?"

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

Emily nods as she enters the room, with a soda and an ice cream bar. "Mr. Scaryface is daddy's now. I have to be real careful when I'm playing with him and never look inside." Small smile. "He's good for a tea party."

Ash bounds back down the stairs. "Never mind. I think it's suffered enough."

He's holding rhe Necronomicon ex Mortis. Which is wrapped in a feather boa and sports an elaborately flowered hat.

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

Ash stares.

"Wow."

And stares.

"That's - uh. A good look for you." Pause. "Mr. Scaryface."

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

Elle blinks and blinks. There are no words for what she's looking out right now. "Yeah...great look."

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

Even in a silly hat and a feather boa, Ash still hates that book. That damn book. The cause of all his problems. He can't take his eyes off of its cover, his jaw setting.

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

Ash can relate. Now that he's in control of its fate he's less angry at it (to be fair, he's still angry at some level over everything else).

He thinks of letting the other Ash punch it a couple of times, just to get out his frustration, then shrugs and says, "Wiseman died a year back. Left it with me. Said that it's my job to guard it, 'til the next Chosen One comes along."

[smartemployee.livejournal.com]

He doesn't say anything in response. He just continues looking like a pissed-off teenager.

And quite possibly hugs Bruiser for support.

[deltanudaughter.livejournal.com]

Elle looks down at Ash from where she's sitting. Bruiser let's out a whimper that seems to match Ash's expression. Elle sighs and gets down on the floor with Ash to hug him.

[deaditegoskwish.livejournal.com]

Emily's on the floor now. Yep, moar hugging. Only her little arms are a little bit too short to reach around them both.

Jake's making sad sounds of confusion as he tries to hug the noodle himself.

There's frowning from Ash. "I'm not the bad guy here. Don't look at me like that."

Sheila glowers at him. "I am nay looking at thee."

Ouch.

[bulletsnductape.livejournal.com]

Ash was presented with two choices all those years ago - either go crazy or laugh about it.

He chose to go crazy then, but now - with his family at his side- he chooses laughter. And laughing's exactly what he's doing right now.

"It's still dangerous as all hell," he admitted. "I only let Emily do stuff like that when she's having a really bad day." Bad=deadite infested, apparently. Plus she's smart enough not to read any of the incantations out loud.