Babe In Arms
 

"What? You've got to be kidding."  Blair said in disbelief.

"Nope."

"You are kidding....right?"

She spread her hands beseechingly. "Come on Blair, it's the last chance I'll have."

Blair puffed his cheeks.  "Hang on.....I'm coming with you."

"Sure!"  Green eyes lit up in delight.  "It'll be so much fun.  We haven't done this in years."

Blair grabbed his coat and starting packing.  "I still can't believe you're going to.  Not now."  He raised his voice.  "Jim?  Jim, man, I'm going camping."

Blair walked along the rocky trail, eyes worriedly watching the pregnant woman beside him.

Make that very pregnant.  She looked ready to explode.

Dayna Jackson.  An old friend from childhood.  A floater, who'd spent most of the time floated along the same lines, the same places as Naomi and himself.  And she'd floated into Cascade a little over a year ago.  She had dropped by earlier that day, asking to borrow some of his camping gear.  "I need some time off, in the forest."

Blair had taken one look and insisted on coming.

He settled his bag a little more firmly on his shoulders.  "Are you sure you don't want me to take anything?"

Dayna sighed in disgust and flicked a lock of jet black hair off her shoulder.  "Blair. I'm pregnant, not incapacitated."   She grinned to take the sting off her words. "I'm fine.  Come on, I want to get to this place before it gets dark."

"Where are we going?  'Cos I have noooo idea where we are."

"Trust me, Blair.  I do.  I've been here before."  She picked up the pace a little.

Blair sighed and lengthened his stride to keep up.

Jim pulled open the door.  "Hi."

Simon was there, with a pile of paperwork, hand poised to knock.  " I hate it when you do that."  he grumbled as he entered. "Where's Sandburg?"

"Paperwork, Simon?" Jim grinned. "You know, you should do your own."

His Captain gave him a Look. "Relax Jim.  These are reports I need him to sign."  Simon dumped them on the coffee table.  "Where is he?"

"Camping."

"Now?  Since when?" Simon waved off the offer of coffee.  " I can't stay long.  Well?"

"Well, a friend of his showed up.  She wanted to borrow his camping gear."

"So?"

"So, she was pregnant."  Jim made the appropriate actions.  "Very pregnant, so - "

"So Sandburg being Sandburg insisted on going with her."  Simon sighed.  "These files can wait.  Are you still going to the poker game at Joel's tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good."  Simon smiled evilly.  "You're the Designated Driver."

Dayna stepped down a final incline and stopped.  "Here."

Blair looked around.  A small clearing near the river.  The trees leafed upwards, showing an expanse of chilly grey sky. "Oh I know where we are now.  Jim and I came here once for fishing."

"Catch anything?"

Blair shrugged. "Nah.  I just remembered the place because of that tree."

"Which one?" Dayna looked around interestedly.

"That one, over there." he pointed.  "The one that looks like.." he trailed off as a blush spread over his features.

Dayna surveyed the tree critically.  "Oh.  The one that look like it has a pair of.."  she pantomimed and Blair burst out laughing.

"Yeah, that one."

"Looks rather painful to me."  she grinned, shrugging off her pack.  Blair followed suit and they soon had the tent set up, the bright blue looking oddly out of place in the green forest setting.  Dayna looked up at the sky and tossed Blair a pack of matches as she started moving their stuff into the tent. "Better start a fire."

"Right."  Blair started gathering up the wood.  By the time night fell, they had a bright blaze going, cherry flames licking up into the sky. Blair pulled the pot off the fire and poured two cups of tea. Skirting the fire, he handed Dayna a cup and sat down beside her.

"Thanks."  she sipped the cup carefully.  Blair shivered and she proffered the blanket draped over her shoulders.  "Here."

Blair shook his head. "You keep it.  Two of you, one of me. I'm overruled by the majority." He sipped at his tea, making little 'yeowch' sounds as he burnt his tongue.

Dayna rolled her eyes.  "B, with all this extra weight, the last thing I am is cold.  You take it."  He shook his head again, and she let out an exasperated sigh.  "Share at least?" Blair scooted closer and they huddled, shoulder to shoulder, watching the stars.

"This is incredible."  murmured Dayna. "It's kinda like...do you remember Australia?  When we were with that Aboriginal tribe?"

"Yeah." Blair grinned fondly.  "You looked pretty good in that tribal paint."

"Me?  You were the wild one."  she laughed at the memory.  "It was good there though.  I mean, the air was so clear.  Not like here.  I stayed in New York once,"  she shivered.  "Urgh."

"You in New York?"  Blair shook his head.  I can't imagine it."

"Never again.  I might stay here though.  I like it here.  I'd like my baby to grow up here."  Abruptly she changed subjects.  "Seen much of Naomi?"

Blair wondered at the abruptness, but didn't mention it. "Yeah, she's dropped in a couple of times.  Even ended up working on a case with us."

"Naomi working with the cops."  Dayna shook her head.  "I'm still trying to get over you working with them.  What's up?"

"I'm a police observer. I'm studying them as my thesis on closed societies." The standard Sandburg excuse.

Dayna didn't buy it.  "Bullshit." she laughed.  "You found one, didn't you?"

Blair stared into his cup for a long moment.  "Yeah,"  he said finally.  "I did."

"Jim?" Dayna ventured.

"Yeah."

She slapped him on the back.  "Knew there had to be a reason you were living with Mr. Stiff. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"I know." It was Blair's turn to change the subject. "How's Maureen?"

"Dead."  Said Dayna softly.

"I'm sorry."  Blair brought a hand up to rest on her back.

"It was her time."  Dayna had made her peace.  But she didn't shake off Blair's hand.

They stared up at the stars for a while longer, drinking in the forest sounds, watching the fire cool to red coals.

Finally Dayna shook herself.  "I suppose we'd better get to sleep."

"Good idea."  Blair tossed out the last of his tea as Dayna covered the fire.  He unzipped the flap of the tent and made a grand gesture.  "Ladies first."

"Since when was I a lady?"  Dayna laughed as she ducked into the tent.  "Don't answer that."

"Your two and five more."

Simon sighed in disgust.  "I fold.  What'd you have?"

Jim splayed his cards with an evil grin.

"What? A pair of twos?" Simon groaned and the others laughed as Jim raked his winnings towards him.

"Rematch, gentlemen?" asked Jim innocently.

The other shook their heads, mock horror crossing their faces.  "I think it's time you went home.  While I'm still wearing my shirt." groused Taggart.

They made their farewells and headed out the door.

Simon shivered and pulled his coat up higher as they stepped outside.  "Looks like that snow front broke early.  Do you think Sandburg's ok?"

Jim grinned.  Simon saw Blair as one of his own men, although he would never admit his concern to the anthropologist's face.  "He'll be ok.  I saw him pack extra warm clothes.  They have a tent, they can ride it out."

The burly Captain didn't look convinced. "You sure?"

"He has his cell phone, if he needs me."

"But the static - "

"I can filter out." he clapped the older man on the shoulder.  "Sandburg knows how to survive, Simon. He'll be fine.  We won't be unless we get out of this weather."  They headed for the truck.

They had it all planned.  A day of relaxing, maybe a little more hiking, another night under the stars, then back home.

Which would have been fine, if the storm front had broken on time.

Instead of a day earlier.

Blair opened the tent flap for an early morning view and was met by a faceful of snow. "Ugh."  he ducked back into the tent, hearing the laugh behind him as he scrubbed the snow off his face.

Dayna was still wrapped snugly in her sleeping bag.  "You look like the Stay-Puff marshmallow man," she grinned.

"You have got to lay off the cheesy eighties movies," he zipped the panel back tight.  No hiking today.

"Oh c'mon Blair, Ghostbusters is a classic." she teased.

"No cinemagraphical merits whatsoever." They were falling easily back into the old banter from their childhood.

"This from the man who dragged me off to see it fifteen times."  Dayna squirmed out of her sleeping bag and pulled on a pair of drawstring pants.

"Everyone's entitled to one really bad mistake."  Blair kicked his bedding to one side as he rifled through a pack for some food.

"One, yeah. But fifteen?" Dayna rolled her sleeping bag into a bundle, using it to prop her back.

"What can I say?"  Blair grinned, coming up with two breakfast bars and a bag of trail mix.  "Peter Venkman was my hero. Catch."

"Thanks. Nah.  For me, it was always Ray Stanz." Dayna unwrapped her bar.  "How bad is it?" she asked, gesturing outside.

"Bad enough. We're going to have to wait it out."  Blair pulled open the trail mix and spilled it out onto the bag between them.

Dayna sighed. "Greeeeeeaaaaaat."

Dayna tossed the last of the trail mix down. "mmm-mmm.  I needed that."  she slumped onto her back, knees raised. "Is it just me, or is it getting stuffy in here?"

Blair put a hand carefully against the flap of the tent, then jerked it back with a slight hiss.  "It's cold."  He tucked his hand in his jacket. "Looks like we're snowed in.  Literally. "

"Great."  Dayna pulled her sleeping bag around her shoulders. "At least the snow will insulate us, huh?"  She said, trying to look on the bright side.

"Yeah, but if the snow builds up outside, we might be stuck for air." Blair pulled out his pocket knife "I'm gonna make a breathing hole." He jabbed the top of the tent, near the corner.  A gust of cold air made them both shiver.

"Well, at least we know we're not completely covered." Dayna said dryly.

Blair pulled a deck of cards from his pocket.  "Blackjack?" he offered.

Dayna shrugged. "Whatever.  How about strip poker?"  She grinned evilly. "Don't give me that look, B.  Underneath that angelic demeanour is a pair of horns and a forked tail.  Remember that poker game at Bronwyn's?"

"I lost."  Blair mumbled.

"And?" prompted Dayna wickedly.

"And I betted up collateral. And lost."

Her smile grew even wider. "And?"

Blair threw up his hands. "And you made me run naked three times around the back yard." he said with a chuckle.  "But I got you back."

"Making me do the bus stop at a corroboree doesn't count."  Dayna slapped the floor of the tent. "Blackjack it is.  Deal."

They played all day, laughing, joking, tossing bags of peanuts at each other.  Catching up on old times, until it was time for sleep.

Cold cold cold.  Man I hate the cold. Blair pulled himself in to a tighter ball and looked worriedly over to where Dayna was sleeping on the other side of the tent. She was shivering again.  That sealed it. Blair wriggled out of his sleeping bag and spread it open.

Dayna jerked awake at his light touch on her shoulder.  "What?  What is it?"

Blair gestured over at the other side of the tent.  "C'mon.  It'll be warmer if we share."

She nodded sleepily, and struggled out of her bag.  Blair helped, pulling the zip down and peeling the top layer back.   They moved over to where Blair's bag was spread out, laying down on it and pulling Dayna's over the top, making a warm cocoon.

Dayna was still shivering, so Blair pulled her into his arms, spooning up behind her, sharing body heat.  She snuggled backwards, hand stroking his arms where they encircled her middle.

Blair sighed and gave her a reassuring squeeze. This was nice.  He and Dayna had always been so comfortable with each other, even made a go of it once...he nestled his face in her soft hair.  That had been nice.  No pressure, just easy going...whoa.  Change of track. "So, who's the lucky guy?" Blair patted her stomach carefully.

"Not so lucky.  He doesn't know."

"What?"  Blair pressed his cheek to hers.  "Dayna, I think you should tell him.  I mean, it's his kid too."

"He doesn't need this." Dayna shifted uncomfortably in the sleeping bag

"Who?  Anyone I know?"

"Maybe.  He's cop."

"A cop?" Blair started running through names in his mind.

"Stop it."  Dayna slapped his arm lightly.

"Stop what?"

"Trying to figure out who it is.  I know you're doing it.  I can hear the squeal of those little hamster wheels inside your head."

Blair grinned, then sobered. "You'll have to tell him.  What if he -"

"It was a mistake Blair."  She stopped.  "No.  That's not the right word.  This," she stroked a hand over her stomach.  "Isn't a mistake.  It's a child.  My child.  Mine and his.  I wouldn't trade it.  But it wasn't planned.  It just happened.  I don't want to wreck his life."

"Who says you'll wreck his life?  Maybe-" he drew his arms back as she gasped.  "Dayna? What's wrong?"

"It's ok," she assured him  "just a cramp.  I'm still a little cold."

Blair nodded and hugged her tighter, tucking the sleeping bag a little more firmly around them.  "Try and sleep."

Jim grinned.  The biggest fish he'd ever seen in his life.  Just there on the end of his rod.  The fight was gone.  All he had to do was reel it in...

The phone rang.

Damn  Jim peeled his eyes open and reached for the phone.  "Ellison." he mumbled

"Jim.  Simon.  I need you to come in.  Some moron in records lost that paperwork on the Schenk case. I need you to redo it."

Jim struggled out of his bed. His nice warm bed.  "Who? - no.  Don't tell me.  I may want to kill them." he heard Simon chuckle on the other end.  "I'll be there in half an hour.  It'll take that long to get through the traffic."

He grabbed a quick shower and a coffee before slipping downstairs. Outside, he shivered once in the cold.  The snow had stopped at least.  Sandburg would be on the move again.

Once he woke up.

"Oh God"

Blair jerked awake as the pain filled exclamation shattered the still air of the tent. "What?  What is it?" he looked down at the figure in his arms.  "Dayna?"

"I think it's the baby." she muttered, curling around herself.
 
Blair sat up in panic. "What, *now?!*"

"Yes, now" she gritted through her teeth.

"Oh, man."  Blair brushed his hair back.  "Are you sure?"

"I don't bloody know!"  she snapped back.  "It's not like I've done this before."

"Ok, ok, just keep calm."  Blair batted the air with his hands.  "We can do this.  Remember Waco?"

Dayna panted, then grinned.  "Yeah.  You delivered that kid, then passed out."

"I was fourteen!" Blair caught her shoulders as she tensed again. "Shh.  Easy, take it easy.  Deep breaths.  Remember that meditation stuff we used to do?  In and out."

She followed his breathing for a few minutes, then cried out again as another contraction hit. "Oh shit that hurts."

"Language."  Blair reproved, rubbing her shoulders.  Five minutes.  Not good. "You don't want that to be the first thing the kid hears."

Dayna tensed again, then blew out a breath, turning it into a raspberry.  "The way this is going, the kid had better get used to it."

Blair grinned reassuringly, then shifted away to reach for his cell phone.  Damn. He should have called out earlier.  Dayna grabbed his hand in a frantic grip. "Don't go.  Stay with me."

"Shh.  It's ok."  Blair soothed.  "I'm just going to grab the phone.  I'm gonna call for help."

"Won't. Work."  Dayna forced the words out between her teeth.  "Not in this weather.  The snow will - " she cried again as another band of pain tightened around her.

Blair eased her back down.  "Breathe, Dayna, breathe."  Two minutes.  Oh shit. Not good.  Not good at all.

He unfolded his phone and dialled 911.  Nothing but static.  "Dammit!"

"Language," reproved Dayna. "langu-shit!"

"Hold on Dayna."  Blair said a brief prayer and dialled the Loft. He got through.  "Yes!" he sent a brief 'thank you' to whichever Gods looked after trouble magnet anthropologists. "Jim?  Jim?  It's me." he struggled to hear the other end through the layers of static.

'....after...beep..."

"Shit.  Jim!"

~beep~

"Jim!  Jim man, it's me.  Look, I keep fuzzing out here, so I'm hoping you can pick this up with those ears of yours.  We need help.  Dayna's having her baby. I mean now man.  We're down near the river, where we went fishing that time, you know, where it looks like the tree's got testicles.  I can't get through to 911." Dayna cried out, voice harsh with pain.  "Hang on, Dayna.  Jim, I really need your help."

"Blair!"

He folded his phone and crouched beside her.  "Dayna that was thirty seconds.  I don't think the baby's gonna wait.  I need you to draw you legs up for me.  Can you do that?"  He grabbed a bottle of cheap bourbon Dayna had stashed in her bag for the final night and splashed it over his hands.  It was the best he could do in the circumstances.

"Don't do that." Dayna moaned, shifting her legs.  "Waste of alco -oh God"

Blair tugged off her soaked pants.  "Deep breath, Dayna.  We can do this." I hope

"Blair." It was a moan.

"I'm here, it's ok." Blair reassured.  She was almost fully dilated. shit shit SHIT

"Don't pass out this time.  Please?"

Jim swung into the loft, Simon on his heels.  The Captain had been feeling guilty, so he had offered to buy lunch.  Never one to pass up free food, Jim had promptly ordered Chinese, and designated the Loft as the restaurant of his choice.  The fact that a Jags game was on didn't hurt either. He pressed the button on the answering machine.

'...Jim, man...me...............down....fishing....looks........testicles........'  Jim grinned as he identified the voice.  "Wherever he is, it sounds like Sandburg's having a good time." he said to Simon.

The next words wiped the smile off his face.  '...............911...'  There was a wordless scream of agony '..need.....help..........'  another voice now. 'Blair!'

He looked up. "Simon.  Call the search and rescue.  We need to find them."

The Captain shook his head, dark eyes filled with concern.  "They can't go up in this weather, Jim.  The wind's too strong."

"We have to find them."  Jim hit the rewind button and concentrated as his partners voice filled the Loft.

'...Jim, man...me...............down....fishing'  Jim tilted his head.  "They're somewhere near a place we fished at."   He hit rewind again.

'....looks........testicles........'

His head snapped up.  "I know where they are."  He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, Simon at his heels.

"Where, Jim."  Simon demanded.

Jim pulled the door open to the truck.  "A place we fished at a couple of months ago.  There was this tree, it looked like it had a pair of ...you know."  he sped out into the traffic.  "That's what he was telling us.  They're camped near there."

Simon was dialling his mobile.  "This is Captain Simon Banks of the Cascade PD. We need paramedics at - "

"Map reference J5"  said Jim tightly.

"-map reference J5.  Yes, that is in the middle of the national forest.  I don't care, dammit, we have a woman out there in labour. "  There was an indignant squawk on the other end.  "Meet us at the road.  We'll bring her out."  Simon disconnected and swore. "They'll be there in half an hour.  There's a big snowdrift on the main roads.  It's going to take them a while to clear it."

Jim nodded, eyes fixed on the road.  Simon had the uneasy feeling Jim would tear the truck full tilt through any obstacles.  Unconsciously he tightened his seatbelt. He hated it when Jim got overprotective.

"That's it Dayna, you're doing good, keep it up." Blair encouraged.

"I've changed my mind. I don't want it anymore."  she panted, gritting her teeth.

Blair grinned and patted her leg reassuringly.  "You're doing great Dayna." She gasped again. "Push Dayna.  I can see the head.  Push!" She pushed, and Blair suddenly found his hands full of wet, slippery baby.  "I got it, I got it!"  he paused.  "Her. It's a girl, Dayna." a goofy grin spread across his face.  "Congratulations."  He scooted to her side and passed the baby into her arms.

Soaking his knife in more of the alcohol, he carefully cut and knotted the umbilical cord, then moved up to Dayna's side again, brushing back her sweat soaked hair.  "She's beautiful,"  he murmured softly as she cradled the child.

Dayna smiled softly, then twisted in pain. "Blair!" she gasped in panic.

He held her hand tightly. "It's ok, you're supposed to do the afterbirth.  Remember those Sex Ed classes?" he teased softly.

She grinned, but the pain made it seem more like a rictus.  "Uh-huh."  She sighed as the pain passed and held her child,  smiling in wonder as one tiny hand curled around her finger.

Jim pulled the truck to a stop and climbed out.  Grabbing the first aid kit, he immediately set off up the trail.  Grabbing a couple of water bottles from the back, Simon followed.

"My baby."  Dayna grinned weakly, but proudly up at Blair.  "Delivered by my best friend.  That has got to be good Karma.  I want you to hold her." She lifted baby up into his arms, gasping at the effort. "Blair.  something's wrong.  I can't - " she convulsed as a sharp pain hit her. "Oh GOD."

"Dayna.  Dayna, you'll be ok." Blair swallowed when he saw the blood trailing across the tarpaulin floor of the tent.  It was the wrong colour.  Not the dark red of labour, but a bright, almost arterial red.  Blindly, he pressed a free hand to her stomach, putting pressure on her uterus. "Hold on Dayna.  They'll be here soon." he murmured as she fought against the pain.  Jim'll find us." God Jim, please find us. he prayed.

"Blair." Dayna gasped.

"Shh."  He pressed harder.  "Don't try to talk."

"Father.  Cop." she forced the words out weakly.

"I know. You told me.  Shh."

Dayna shook her head "Listen.  Major. Crimes. He's - " She screamed.

Jim stopped at the edge of the trail. In all the whiteness, he'd lost his bearings. He focused his hearing, searching, hunting.

Three heartbeats.

One, dangerously slow and stumbling, one quick and even and the one he was looking for, steady, if a little fast.

A cry pierced the air and he jerked his head back in pain, hands cupping his ears. Simon was at his side in an instant.  "Jim?"

He shook the other man's hand off, focusing again.

"Shh.  It's ok, shh."  A weight lifted off his chest as he recognised the voice of his Guide, tinged with grief.  "Shh.  It's ok little one, I got you."  The whisper of material across skin, calming murmurs.  "Shhh."  He heard his partner lean back against the side of the tent.

"Jim?  I don't know if you can hear me.  I need help, man, worse than ever.  Dayna's baby...something went wrong.  I can't stop the bleeding.  Oh God, Jim, the blood, it's all over the floor.  I can't..." the voice trailed off into  a choked sob.

"Dayna?"  Another rustle of material. "Dayna, stay with me, please.  Jim, I really hope you got that message, man.   Dayna - oh God, no.  Dayna!"  Jim pushed his hearing to the limit as he ran, feet slushing through the snow.

Two heartbeats.

"Dammit Dayna, don't give up!"  Hampered by the baby nestled at his chest, Blair slapped the unconscious woman's face.  "Wake up! "  His friend, a woman he'd known forever was dying in front of him, and he couldn't stop it.  He couldn't stop it. "You can't die.  You can't..." his voice broke and he leaned against the side of the tent, taking his hand away from her stomach.

He couldn't stop it.

"You haven't even named your baby."   He whispered.

The first thing that struck Jim was the smell.

The smell of blood.

It hung heavy in the air around the tent, overwhelming the crisp fresh air.  It coated his sinus, the back of his throat.  He drew up short, hunting for the dials, his mind screaming at him to hurry, hurry.

A patch of blue flickered in front of him, growing against the white. Simon was close behind him now.  "There!"  He fell to his knees beside Jim, helping him to brush away the snow.

Jim pulled the flap away.  "Oh god." He heard Simon behind him turn away, retching.

Jim's heart broke at the sight. Blair sat there in a pool of blood that had spread across the floor of the tent, cradling a tiny child to his chest, eyes staring blankly at some far off point.  He seemed oblivious of the liquid soaking his jeans, staining them red past the cuffs.  He stretched his senses out.

Nothing.

Dayna was dead, her face peaceful, as if sleeping.

Jim cast a concerned look at Simon who waved his hand, indicating he was ok.  Jim nodded in understanding. They'd both seen death before, in a hundred forms, but this... He reached forward gently.  "Chief?" Blair shivered and clutched the tiny bundle tighter to his chest. "Chief?  It's me, Jim."  He kept his voice low, soothing.

Blank eyes stared up at him.  "Jim."  Recognition flashed through and they widened.  "Jim! Dayna - " He stopped as Jim tightened his grip on his shoulder in sympathy. "She's dead, isn't she."  His voice was almost inaudible.

Jim nodded and gently pulled his partner out of the tent, out of the blood, cradling the smaller man to his chest as he began to cry.

Outside, he could hear the wail of approaching sirens.

"Chief?"  Jim padded carefully down the stairs. His Guide was seated on the couch, cradling the baby in his arms.

Blair looked up and smiled, briefly.  "Dayna was wasn't sleeping too well.  Neither was I.  Sorry if I woke you..."

Jim passed it off with a shake of his head and moved over, looking down at the tiny bundle nestled against his partner's chest.  "Dayna."  He brushed a soft finger across the baby's face, one hand resting on Blair's shoulder.  "It suits her.  Is there any family we should contact?"

Blair shook his head.  "Her mother died two years ago. I was listed as next of kin. There's no one else."  He shifted his arms slightly as the baby made a small, sleepy sound, lips moving against his chest. "Can you pass me that bottle please?"  He nodded towards the coffee table.

Jim reached out and handed the bottle to his partner, watching as the baby greedily suckled the contents.  Blair with a baby.  It looked so right.

But it was wrong.  Like this, it was wrong.

Aware of the scrutiny, Blair met his eyes, smiling sadly. He pulled the now empty bottle away, sighing as the baby leaned against him, gurgling happily.

He felt the couch shift as Jim sat next to him, and looked up into the blue eyes of his partner. Jim watched the baby for a moment before speaking.

"Well Chief, where do we go from here?"

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