"Parker," Jude said in a tone that she thought was very calm, "if you change radio stations one more time I swear to god I'll pull this car over so I can strangle you. Just pick a station!"

Parker, in the front seat of Vivica, sighed heavily and sunk back against the upholstery. "I'm so bored of driving."

"That's becoming painfully clear," Jude said, eyes on the road. It was, at worst, only a two hour drive from Cambridge to London and yet Parker acted as though they'd been stuck in the car for two days instead. Parker was not the person to be trapped in a vehicle with. Parker was bloody annoying to be trapped in a vehicle with. "Should have got you more travel sweets," she muttered, glad they were at least getting close to their destination. Although she didn't want Parker too hyped up on sugar - she was already bouncy enough just coming back to London.

Pulling into the driveway at Victoria Lane, Jude considered that she could have called ahead, but showing up unannounced just had such a better impact.

Please, she thought as she climbed out, don't let anyone be kidnapped, dead, or in the midst of a breakdown. But those were all high odds and she tried not to dread it. If Parker was worried it didn't show - she was beaming as she bounced up to knock on the door, Jude following at a slightly more sedate pace but with a smile already happening.
Daria woke to silence, which filled her with panic.

She hadn’t meant to go to sleep, only to sit down on the couch for a moment. She’d cut up some bananas for the girls and set them up watching telly on the couch beside her. Lulled off by the sounds of Peppa Pig, Daria had only meant to close her eyes for a second.

She sat up straight. The DVD had finished and the screen was flashing its screen saver. For a moment she sat, trying not to even breathe loudly, listening for any sign of which way the girls had gone. They couldn’t get upstairs, the gate at the bottom was still closed. They wouldn’t be in the kitchen, not silently. And then her eyes fell on the glass sliding door that led out to the back lawn and the gate to Thomas and Spectre’s house. The sliding door was open, just a child’s amount but it was open.

... )
Some days Stephie could sense the bad day coming and some days she couldn’t. The day before might have been good and the day before that and the week before that, but sometimes she woke up and she was back at zero.

On those mornings the only thing that got her out of bed was Marie. She would hear Marie chattering to herself in her room, or Marie would come into Stephie’s room, and Stephie knew she had to get Marie fed and dressed and pack her bags and send her to Thomas’s house.

... )
Scarlett's grip on reality was shot, but she didn't know whether that was her own mind or because Magnus' had lost his grip on whatever world he had been trying to build up for her. Sure, it had all made sense before but now it seemed like she'd drift out of the world for long periods of time. Was she insane? Or was Magnus insane? Or had he forgotten about her and she was just lying somewhere in the dark creating so much noise in her own head to keep from feeling alone.

She didn't know any more if she could believe a word of anything. These were the things she knew as fact, because her friends had told them to her: Tasha was alive and well, Kait was dead, Renee was losing her mind, her parents had moved to Canada with Nancy, Astrid was in the clutches of Jillian, The hospital had been handed over by the government by Peter, all hell had broken loose and London was in chaos.

... )
Scarlett's grip on reality was shot, but she didn't know whether that was her own mind or because Magnus' had lost his grip on whatever world he had been trying to build up for her. Sure, it had all made sense before but now it seemed like she'd drift out of the world for long periods of time. Was she insane? Or was Magnus insane? Or had he forgotten about her and she was just lying somewhere in the dark creating so much noise in her own head to keep from feeling alone.

She didn't know any more if she could believe a word of anything. These were the things she knew as fact, because her friends had told them to her: Tasha was alive and well, Kait was dead, Renee was losing her mind, her parents had moved to Canada with Nancy, Astrid was in the clutches of Jillian, The hospital had been handed over by the government by Peter, all hell had broken loose and London was in chaos.

... )
Visitors came and went but in the end, in the darkest hours of the night, it was often just the three of them. Scarlett. Stephie. Thomas. All with separate little worlds of fear in their head, and the knowledge of the shared one between them.

Scarlett was still hooked up to an IV, the doctors worried that she wasn't getting enough food, which was fair enough as she was having difficulty eating without remembering her snout buried in Thomas' stomach. A werewolf refusing to eat was a medical worry. Scarlett was happy to accept the needle in the back of her hand.

Her bed had been moved at their request, pushed up against Stephie's to make a wide thing that both girls could sleep on, and even Thomas could fit on to sleep if they all moved over a little, something Scarlett was more than happy to do. Waking up and not being able to see Stephie and Thomas almost sent her spinning into a panic attack.

The warmth and light of the hospital felt so safe and knowing that the Templar couldn't find them here was the only thing that let Scarlett sleep, curled in the makeshift queen-size bed and trying not to touch Stephie in case she hurt her. She didn't want to touch either of them, but she wanted to cling and never let go. Her head was so messy with them.

But as she lay there she could hear Stephie's breath, the other girl so close. She couldn't hear Thomas breathing - being dead and all - and every now and then she opened her eyes and raised her head, just to make sure he was still there as well. It was okay. They were all there, all safe.
Visitors came and went but in the end, in the darkest hours of the night, it was often just the three of them. Scarlett. Stephie. Thomas. All with separate little worlds of fear in their head, and the knowledge of the shared one between them.

Scarlett was still hooked up to an IV, the doctors worried that she wasn't getting enough food, which was fair enough as she was having difficulty eating without remembering her snout buried in Thomas' stomach. A werewolf refusing to eat was a medical worry. Scarlett was happy to accept the needle in the back of her hand.

Her bed had been moved at their request, pushed up against Stephie's to make a wide thing that both girls could sleep on, and even Thomas could fit on to sleep if they all moved over a little, something Scarlett was more than happy to do. Waking up and not being able to see Stephie and Thomas almost sent her spinning into a panic attack.

The warmth and light of the hospital felt so safe and knowing that the Templar couldn't find them here was the only thing that let Scarlett sleep, curled in the makeshift queen-size bed and trying not to touch Stephie in case she hurt her. She didn't want to touch either of them, but she wanted to cling and never let go. Her head was so messy with them.

But as she lay there she could hear Stephie's breath, the other girl so close. She couldn't hear Thomas breathing - being dead and all - and every now and then she opened her eyes and raised her head, just to make sure he was still there as well. It was okay. They were all there, all safe.
Scarlett had her snout lowered as she ran through the the streets trying to pick up familiar scents. Now and then she caught ones she recognised but it was just of the others also searching. She was alone but around her neck there hung a small bag carrying her mobile phone to contact everyone else, cash for a taxi if needed, and a singlet and tiny shorts. She needed the lightest amount of clothing that she could get away with wearing should she need to return to human for anything. It was important to keep it all light so she could run easily as a wolf.

There was a change in the wind and Scarlett stopped suddenly, turning her head towards the breeze. There it was. Stephie and Thomas. She didn't change back yet, but instead ran in the right direction, following the scents. Once she was closer she'd call in the demons.

She ended up at an old church and the scent was somewhere around here. She darted into the shade of some trees and changed back as quickly as she could before pulling out the phone and the clothes.
Scarlett had her snout lowered as she ran through the the streets trying to pick up familiar scents. Now and then she caught ones she recognised but it was just of the others also searching. She was alone but around her neck there hung a small bag carrying her mobile phone to contact everyone else, cash for a taxi if needed, and a singlet and tiny shorts. She needed the lightest amount of clothing that she could get away with wearing should she need to return to human for anything. It was important to keep it all light so she could run easily as a wolf.

There was a change in the wind and Scarlett stopped suddenly, turning her head towards the breeze. There it was. Stephie and Thomas. She didn't change back yet, but instead ran in the right direction, following the scents. Once she was closer she'd call in the demons.

She ended up at an old church and the scent was somewhere around here. She darted into the shade of some trees and changed back as quickly as she could before pulling out the phone and the clothes.
Some days dawned in London dark and depressing, with no sense of hope, no real reason to get out of bed. Some days were thick with fear and hate, with anger and pain. Some days the world made no sense, none at all.

But unlike much of the human population, Icarus greeted every new day with hope and excitement and an empty belly that was going to give him the greatest pleasure to fill! He loved mornings! Mornings were when things started to happen again! The rising of the sun meant it was only a matter of time because Stephie would get up and play with him! Joy joy joy joy joy!
... )
Some days dawned in London dark and depressing, with no sense of hope, no real reason to get out of bed. Some days were thick with fear and hate, with anger and pain. Some days the world made no sense, none at all.

But unlike much of the human population, Icarus greeted every new day with hope and excitement and an empty belly that was going to give him the greatest pleasure to fill! He loved mornings! Mornings were when things started to happen again! The rising of the sun meant it was only a matter of time because Stephie would get up and play with him! Joy joy joy joy joy!
... )
Stephie had spent the drive back to Toronto arguing happily with Lars about movies and seeing how long she could hold her hand out the window before the cold became unbearable. Her record was eight minutes, and it took about that long for her to defrost her fingers under her arm before she could try again. Lars dropped her off at the airport, and, buzzing with nervous flying solo nerves, Stephie went to check in her luggage only to find that her plane was having issues and was going to take a while before it could get off the ground.

This wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't trying to get off the ground in Russia, and would take god knows how long to even arrive in Toronto.
Well, isn't this nice? )
Stephie had spent the drive back to Toronto arguing happily with Lars about movies and seeing how long she could hold her hand out the window before the cold became unbearable. Her record was eight minutes, and it took about that long for her to defrost her fingers under her arm before she could try again. Lars dropped her off at the airport, and, buzzing with nervous flying solo nerves, Stephie went to check in her luggage only to find that her plane was having issues and was going to take a while before it could get off the ground.

This wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't trying to get off the ground in Russia, and would take god knows how long to even arrive in Toronto.
Well, isn't this nice? )

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