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Apollo finished re-knotting his tie after completing his vocal training. OK. Now, he was ready to scout out the relevant areas with Trucy.
Speaking of, it was strange that he couldn't hear her practicing magic. It was almost 7; usually, things were disappearing into her magic panties for at least an hour before now. But they'd agreed to be up and ready by 7.
Worried, as was his inclination, he walked to Trucy's door. She was awake, judging from the small sounds coming from the room every now and then, so he knocked. "Trucy? Is everything OK?" he asked, probably louder than he needed to.
He heard blankets rustling and Trucy quickly replied, "Yup! I'm just-um," she lowered her voice. "Could you come in, Polly?"
Apollo slowly turned the knob and opened the door, ready to stop or slow down if Trucy asked. Instead, he walked in and closed the door behind him.
His energetic, cheerful coworker was pale and bundled up in blankets. Still dressed in her pajamas, he noted, seeing the collar stick out a little from beneath the blankets.
"Trucy! What's wrong?" Apollo fretted. Trucy shushed him silently with a finger to her lips.
"Really, Apollo, it's no big deal. But please don't tell Daddy yet; he'll freak out. I started my period."
Why would Mr. Wright freak out? Unless--oh.
"So this is the first time?" Apollo asked hesitantly, testing to see how open to talking about it Trucy would be.
He needn't have worried. "Uh-huh," she confirmed, putting pressure on her abdomen with her hands. "My friends said I was lucky I didn't have them yet! Boy, were they right," she turned away a little, pain evident of her face.
Apollo's instincts (coworkerly? fatherly? motherly? brotherly?) violently burst forth. "Trucy, do you have anything? A heating pad, or hot water bottle, or medicine, or--" Trucy shook her head.
"We have some medicine, but not for periods. Daddy doesn't need them, of course."
Apollo grabbed a pen from Trucy's desk and starting feverishly writing on his arm. "Do you know if you want pads or tampons, or something else?"
"Pads. Big ones," and Apollo's heart ached at the small bit of pain that was evident in her voice, even though she tried to conceal it.
"OK, Truce. Need some tea before I go?" He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Trucy started. "What? You're doing the investigation with someone else? I can go, just let me--" Trucy struggled to escape from the hoard of blankets a dragon would be proud of.
Apollo put his hands up in defense. "No way! I'm just going to the store to get some things. Can I bring you anything?"
Trucy thought for a moment. "Cookies sound great right now."
Apollo finished his list with "cookies." "OK, Trucy; I'll be in the kitchen heating the water for tea. I'll bring it in for you, then go shopping and get back as soon as I can."
Trucy smiled at him gladly when he brought her the tea, and all felt right in the world.