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Babs is sitting out on the back porch. Her laptop flickers beside her, and every so often she looks over and perhaps taps a few keys. But mostly she stares out over the fields.

Things are quiet here. It's so different from Gotham and from Metropolis and from everywhere else she's lived all her life.

She's not sure whether she likes it or not.

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Barbara blinks once, then leans forward. All teasing drops from her expression.

"I'll need to know what it's for."

"A hold."

Jo raised a hand and rubbed the back of her neck.

"For things you'd rather not have even the people of an apocalypse playing with."

Barbara's tone stays flat and businesslike. "I might have a place, but again: I'll need to know what it's for."

Babs doesn't let other people make decisions about "too dangerous" for her. She's the one who makes those decisions for other people.

Jo doesn't like this. Having to rely on someone she doesn't know.

It's not that she doesn't trust Babs. Babs doesn't rub her wrong the way she does Dean or Rachel. She took the phone, and she's known she was coming here to ask Oracle, specifically, for about a month.

It's making the choice. It's not telling the Winchesters and involving someone else.

"I found a store room like one in my world."

In my zombie overrun home and in the care of my zombie family, she doesn't say.

"Lock boxes, texts, cursed items, things that shouldn't see the light of day."

"Artifacts." Barbara needs to clarify that they're storing things not people.

"You're talking dangerous knowledge and tools, right?"

Jo nodded. "Things too powerful or complicated to be broken in this place, that need safe keeping."

Beat.

"Away from people."

"What would it take to just destroy them?" Barbara asks. "No secret is perfectly safe, after all."

"To even start trying here?"

Jo pursed her lips, and looked doubtful.

"History going back on each piece first. Where they've been, what they've done, who or what forged or held them first, formed a fixation upon it or cast the spell the first time. How the person who got them to that room managed to do so, without dying or getting ensnared themselves."

"And what would you need to do all of that?" Babs asks. "Given the situation we're in here."

Jo scrubbed fingers into her hair raising the hand from her neck.

"The internet."

It's a little flippant, but there's a weary note in it. She might be able to find something more if she went back. She never wants to walk into that place again.

"For starters. There were things we couldn't research well enough to be rid of entirely back home that spent my whole life on shelves. Here-" sigh " is harder. Cities are gone, people are gone, a network of being able to check and double check. The people I'd trust to take it over, who do this kind of thing professionally, aren't here."

Barbara nods slowly. "But maybe some people have arrived who are better at it."

She sighs. "That doesn't obviate the need for safe storage."

Jo nodded.

"Exactly."

"The real problem is transport. Most of the places that come to mind are far enough out that you'd have to travel. And while people aren't likely to find any of these on their own, they're liable to want to know where you're going."

Jo smiled suddenly. It was a brilliant sunny thing.

"How far?"

Barbara scrubs her face.

"The closest facility that's remotely workable is at least a hundred miles out. And I don't know how secure it is. All I have are design drawings and satellite photos."

"I could do that."

She didn't even hesitate.

"Traveling a lot comes with the territory."

Just in time to save her from stir crazy boredom, too.

"You'd have to do recon on your own," Barbara warns. "And if I have to send backup they'll want an explanation."

Not that she can't make something up. She's done it before.

"I'd keep it as few people knowing as possible."

No, she'd rather it was just her.

But even her mother trusted other people.

Plus, you needed at least a second to balance.

"If you can get me directions and specs, I'll find a way out there. I still have the phone. I could call and give you a more detailed lay of it there."

"I can get you a GPS system if you want," Barbara offers. "And run over what I've got for details. Which isn't much, I'll admit."

"Sounds like a plan."

Jo nodded, feeling little more at ease.

(She was plotting who she'd have to scam into it.
Who she'd actually want knowing where she went and why.
How she was going to manage two trips without telling it all.)

"You got time now? We can find somewhere quiet," by which she meant private, "and talk details..."

"Yeah. I got time before Dean's magic show."

Jo took the stairs up to the porch, following where Babs led.

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