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alphas-daughter.livejournal.com[There is something about impulsively buying a ticket on the next available Greyhound and hightailing it back to the Tri-cities that makes Jesse feel sufficiently... accomplished.
Because as far as anyone and everyone knows -- she wasn't supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. School shiz and general hecticness and all that jazz.
She bites down on her lip and quietly slips out the keys from deep in the mess of her shoulder bag to open the front door. No one is home at this hour. Mercy would be down at the shop, and her dad would be at work terrorizing people by the sheer force of his presence.
She has enough time to unpack, nap and then wake up in time to surprise them all.]
Because as far as anyone and everyone knows -- she wasn't supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. School shiz and general hecticness and all that jazz.
She bites down on her lip and quietly slips out the keys from deep in the mess of her shoulder bag to open the front door. No one is home at this hour. Mercy would be down at the shop, and her dad would be at work terrorizing people by the sheer force of his presence.
She has enough time to unpack, nap and then wake up in time to surprise them all.]
