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*An updated version of my first version I posted on here*

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Club LOTE, the hottest Club/Lounge in Atlanta, pulsed with energy as Carmelo Hayes, the Promo King of the South, made his grand entrance. With his crew in tow, Carmelo walked in, trailed by mesmerized bottle girls. He greeted his acquaintances in the club, exchanging handshakes with the guys and embracing the females, who eagerly snapped pictures of him. Carmelo's reputation as one of the most sought-after male promoters in the Southern Region had taken him to major cities like Houston, Miami, Nashville, and, of course, Atlanta. Despite his undeniable charisma and influence, he remained grounded and approachable.

Accompanied by my friend Nia, I sought refuge in the bathroom to fix ourselves up after the exhausting journey of getting into the club. Both of us were new to the LOTE atmosphere, choosing to celebrate my recent job offer. I had just become the Executive Content Producer for Essence Magazine, fulfilling one of my top career aspirations.

I wore a stunning metallic wrap dress that hugged my curves and shimmered in the light. The dress had a low neckline and a high slit, making it alluring. I paired it with strappy high heels and sparkly jewelry. With my rhinestone clutch in hand, I felt sophisticated and glamorous.

Nia wore a fitted dress that hugged her curves and had stylish cut-out details. The dress accentuated her figure and added a touch of allure. She chose a bold color like red  to make a statement and completed the look with high heels, eye-catching jewelry, and a small clutch. Her outfit turned heads as she entered the club.

As we primped and adjusted our appearance in front of the mirror, Nia couldn't help but tease me about Carmelo's presence. "Girl, I know you saw Trick's fine ass walking in with Melo. You know he drives me crazy. Seeing him doesn't help shit," she groaned, focused on checking her lip gloss and makeup.

"Nia, you know exactly who had my attention. Trick was nowhere near my sightline," I replied, teasing her in return.

"Shay, please! Kiss my ass," she retorted playfully.

"With pleasure!" I kissed my hand and tapped her butt, a mischievous gleam in my eyes. "Lucky you!" I said before grabbing my purse and heading out of the bathroom.

Laughter echoed between us as we gave our outfits and makeup one final inspection before stepping back into the vibrant club. Muni Longs' "Hrs and Hrs" resonated through the speakers, intensifying the atmosphere as I approached Carmelo's section.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, everything around us seemed to freeze. I couldn't help but send him flirtatious glances, captivated not only by his gaze but also by his effortlessly stylish attire. He sported a fitted denim jacket layered over a sleek black t-shirt, complemented by dark jeans and a pair of sleek black boots. His simple yet attention-grabbing outfit showcased his confidence, leaving a lasting impression with the other club goers . Carmelo responded with a gentle smirk, sipped his drink, and then turned away, leaving me with a lingering feeling from our brief but impactful connection.

Nia and I joined the lively bar scene, ready to indulge in refreshing drinks and unleash our dance moves. We eagerly waited, exchanging excited glances, for the bartender to serve us our concoctions."What'll it be, ladies?" the bartender asked, ready to take our orders.

"A tequila sunrise for her and a strawberry Hennessy for me," I confidently replied.

"Alright, coming right up," the bartender said, turning to prepare our drinks. Within a short time, she placed them before us.

"Will that be card or cash?" the bartender inquired.

Before I could respond, a deep voice interjected. "Make that card. And keep my tab open; I'll be back later. And whatever other drinks these beautiful ladies want, add them to my tab as well. Got it?"

"Of course, Melo heard you loud and clear," the bartender replied, grabbing the card and placing it in the tab folder.

"Oh, um...Melo?! You didn't need to-" I began, slightly taken aback.

He politely cut me off and said, "Yes, I did! Enjoy it, baby girl. And whatever it is you're celebrating, congratulations!" Carmelo gently grabbed my hand, pressed his lips against it, and gracefully walked back to his section.

Nia's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight as she witnessed her friend receiving the tender hand kiss gesture. A gasp of excitement escaped her lips, and a radiant smile spread across her face, knowing that this was a moment of pure romance and connection for her friend.

In a state of disbelief, we clutched our glasses, the astonishment etched on our faces. With a collective gesture, we raised our drinks, toasting to the extraordinary and electrifying night that awaited us.

"Girl...am I trippin', or did he just give you that romantic ass gesture?" Nia's voice burst with exhilaration, her eyes widening with pure excitement.

"Shay! You gotta act on this, no time to waste! You know Carmelo has been your ultimate dream, and he just made the first move. Don't hold back, girl! It's your chance to make it happen!" Nia exclaimed, a mischievous grin on her face, urging for me to take action and go after one of the things I truly desired.

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze shifting to Carmelo as he was surrounded by a swarm of women, their hands all over him, and cameras flashing. "Are you sure about this? He seems pretty busy," I said, my voice laced with uncertainty.

We waited patiently, watching as more and more women approached Carmelo, desperate for a video or photo with him. My role was always behind the scenes, capturing moments from the shadows, not seeking the spotlight myself.

Thirty minutes passed, and I knew it was now or never. I checked in with Nia one last time, gathering my confidence before making my way toward Carmelo's section. However, my path was blocked by a burly security guard, towering over me like a linebacker.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we have a strict policy against allowing groupies inside." The guard dismissively waved his hand, allowing an actual groupie to enter the section.

"My nigga, I thought you said 'No Groupies!' What was that?!" I exclaimed, frustration evident in my voice.

"Uhm...HELLO?! Mr. 'Keep that tab open'; a little help?" she added, raising my arms in agitation, not understanding why the guard would allow others in but not me. To make matters worse, I was still drunk, making it even more challenging to get to Melo.

"Yo Benni, she good man; let her up," Carmelo's voice intervened, coming to my rescue.

With a nod from Carmelo, I confidently walked past the security guard, unable to resist sizing him up before continuing into the section. Despite the guard's insolence, I chose not to engage in a fight. I was on a mission, determined to capture Carmelo's attention while the hype of the night fueled my every move.

"Listen up, everybody! It's your boys, Trick & Melo, live at Club LOTE," They called out, commanding the crowd's attention. "We've got the hottest DJ, the best drinks, and, most importantly, the finest ladies in the ATL. There's still time to get in, so slide on down to The LOTE. It's about to go down!"

As the live video reached close to its end, I seized the moment, gently grabbing Carmelo and planting a passionate kiss on his lips while the cameras kept rolling. The flashes and frenzy of cameras surrounded us, capturing the electrifying moment. After breaking free from the kiss, I grabbed Nia's hand, and together we swiftly made our exit from the club.

"Girl...how much have you had to drink?" Nia asked, shock evident in her voice, as we climbed into the Uber.

"Damn!" I let out a loud belch, my face twisting into a worried expression. "Four Lemon Drops, three tequila shots, and..."

"And what?!" Nia's eyes widened, eagerly waiting for my response.

"I... I went all out with a bottle of Henny, driving that boat," I confessed, realizing it was a stupid move to mix all that alcohol.

Nia's disapproving stare hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Save your judgments, hoe ," I snapped, shutting down any sly remarks she had up her sleeve.

Nia couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, I gotta hand it to the Henny, it did its damn job."

"Shay, you made your move and kissed Melo in front of EVERYBODY in LOTE, not to mention on LIVE. Those girls who were on LIVE were 'The Atlanta Shade Girls'. They have over 500,000 followers on Instagram, and you WILL be the most talked about person in the city in the next 12 hours. So enjoy your last hours of freedom; this is the last bit of anonymity you will have in Atlanta. After tonight, Melo did just like Twista and made you an Overnight Celebrity."

My mind spun with a mix of excitement, regret, and uncertainty. "What did I just do?" I muttered to myself , realizing the consequences of my impulsive act.

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Florida faces ongoing flooding threats for the next several days as a front remains stalled over the Sunshine State.

Many areas in North and Central Florida have received 3 to 5 inches of rainfall, with some Doppler radar estimates indicating over a foot of rain in certain communities.

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Scenes of flooding, which have frequently affected Jacksonville, Tampa, and other communities north of Interstate 4 in Florida, are likely to persist over the next several days due to a stalled frontal boundary that is driving showers and thunderstorms.

The heavy rainfall began early last week across the Florida Peninsula and shows no signs of easing, as tropical moisture continues to flow into the Sunshine State.

Many areas in North and Central Florida have received 3 to 5 inches of rain, with some Doppler radar estimates indicating over a foot of rainfall in certain communities.

The area around Tampa International Airport saw significantly higher rainfall, with over 8 inches recorded in just 48 hours.

The rainfall totals and flooding are comparable to what a hurricane might bring, despite the absence of a storm, as the 2024 hurricane season has been relatively quiet so far.

The National Weather Service office in Jacksonville noted, "We don’t need 'rain with a name' to experience flooding impacts."

More rain is expected on football Sunday and into the coming week.

Storms may affect several NFL games in Florida on Sunday. In South Florida, the heat will be a bigger concern than the rain when the Miami Dolphins take on the Jacksonville Jaguars. Heat index values are expected to reach up to 100 degrees, with a Heat Advisory in effect for Miami-Dade, Palm Beach, and Broward counties through Sunday evening.

In the Tampa Bay region, off-and-on rain showers are forecast as the Tampa Bay Buccaneers face the Washington Commanders.

With the frontal boundary lingering across the state, precipitation chances will remain high. Forecast models predict an additional 3-7 inches of rain over the next week, with some isolated areas experiencing more.

The flood threat will be greatest in areas where rain bands persistently impact the same regions, generally south of the frontal boundary.

On Sunday, Flood Warnings are in effect for several rivers in North and Central Florida. Minor flooding is anticipated along the St. Johns River in Astor. In Southwest Florida, minor flooding is also expected for the Alafia River at Lithia in Hillsborough County, the Myakka River in Myakka River State Park in Sarasota County, and the Peace River at Arcadia in DeSoto County.

While damage from the flooding has been relatively limited so far, impacts are expected to worsen as the already saturated ground reduces water absorption.

Most flooding incidents have involved drivers attempting to navigate through water that was too deep for their vehicles.

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If your vehicle is partially submerged in floodwaters, AAA experts advise against starting the engine, as this could cause further damage.

Instead, begin by photographing the damage both inside and outside of the car for your insurance company.

Contact your insurance representative, who will guide you through the next steps. This will likely involve working with a claims adjuster and arranging for the vehicle to be towed to a certified mechanic.

Mike Porcelli, a mechanic and automotive technology consultant, previously informed FOX Weather that many insurance companies may declare a vehicle a total loss even if no visible damage is apparent.

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"Modern vehicles rely heavily on computers. Everything from power windows and lights to the engine and transmission is controlled by these systems," Porcelli explained. "If water floods the car's interior, it can damage these computers, which are often located under seats or in the dashboard."

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You can do a Florida search we came up with a Thor it's a little older no it's nice it's $45,000 and it will pull itself in a small car on a flat but we recommend having a car along and not towing it unless you can get a four-wheel trailer it travels on completely but if you can't and you don't have time just remember you should make frequent stops and you should let it cool off completely or you're going to have a problem or drive at night it will stay cooler most of the way

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Tons of people like this and they like the name Thor as a camper and Freya doesn't have one yet but okay still this will get you there and it doesn't pop up apparently but you just search Florida and you put 400 miles and you change the zip code to search for all of Florida if you want to 100 miles is pretty far it's like half the state it will include Miami from here to go all the way up to Tampa and beyond that's pretty far and all the way down it does by radius it's almost the whole state but it's a good deal it's a good way to do it

Mac daddy I did it by Florida and I found hundreds of results you go to the store and they have a lot more new ones

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Miami Beach's "Spring Break Breakup": A Bid for Order Amidst Chaos

Miami Beach, renowned for its sun-soaked allure, is severing ties with its tumultuous spring break past through the "Spring Break Breakup" initiative. Born out of the tumultuous spring break of 2023, marred by pandemic-related tensions and tragic incidents, the city is ushering in a new era with stringent measures aimed at curbing unruly behavior.

The linchpin of this transformation is a riveting commercial, unveiled on March 3, 2024, portraying scenes that would give any parent pause—scenes of unchecked revelry, public drinking, and littering. The tagline, "Miami Beach is breaking up with Spring Break," encapsulates the city's resolve to pivot from a laissez-faire stance to a more regulated, secure environment.

To deter undesirable behavior, Miami Beach is instituting notable changes. Throughout March, a $30 standard parking fee in the Entertainment District, coupled with doubled towing rates for nonresidents, sends a clear message: park responsibly or pay the price. Beach access restrictions, security checkpoints, and bans on items like alcohol underscore the city's commitment to fostering a more orderly environment.

Designated "high-impact weekends" from March 7-10 and 14-17 will witness South Beach parking garages closing, with parking fees soaring to $100. DUI checkpoints and License Plate Readers will be vigilant during these periods, further emphasizing the city's commitment to maintaining order.

Local sentiment echoes support for these measures, as one resident states, "The spring break crowds have gotten out of hand in recent years. It's time we took our city back."

As Miami Beach strives to reshape its relationship with spring break, the success of the "Spring Break Breakup" initiative remains uncertain. However, the city's resolute stance suggests a commitment to balancing hospitality with order, ensuring a safer and more enjoyable experience for both residents and responsible visitors.

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The worst of the rainfall that triggered floods in Florida has passed, and affected residents are now focused on cleaning up.

While more rain on Friday could potentially cause isolated flooding in Florida, forecasters indicate that the intense, persistent storms that dumped up to 20 inches (50 centimeters) in southern parts of the state have likely subsided.

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Officials noted that some neighborhood streets in the Miami and Fort Lauderdale areas still have standing water, though it is receding rapidly.

"The worst flooding risk was over the last three days," said Sammy Hadi, a meteorologist with the National Weather Service in Miami. "The heaviest rainfall has now ended."

The unnamed storm system moved across Florida from the Gulf of Mexico around the same time as the early June start of hurricane season, which is predicted to be exceptionally active this year amid concerns over climate change intensifying storm patterns.

Florida Governor Ron DeSantis conducted a media briefing in Hollywood, south of Fort Lauderdale, acknowledging the possibility of more rain to come, which is typical for South Florida during this time of year with afternoon showers.

"We expect more rain today and possibly throughout the weekend. Hopefully, it won't reach the levels we saw, but we have significant resources ready and can provide assistance as needed," he stated.

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Florida's Emergency Management Director Kevin Guthrie noted that while flooding was widespread, there have been no reports of homes being destroyed, and very few homes have suffered severe damage. There have been no reports of deaths or serious injuries.

"We don't anticipate enough damage to qualify for a federal disaster declaration," DeSantis stated. However, he added that the storms may have affected businesses enough to qualify for assistance from the Small Business Administration.

The heavy downpours began on Tuesday and persisted through Wednesday, causing flight delays at two of the state's largest airports and leaving vehicles submerged and stranded in the region's lowest-lying streets. The primary issue was the hundreds of vehicles stranded on streets due to impassable floodwaters.

"It looked like the beginning of a zombie movie," remarked Ted Rico, a tow truck driver who spent much of Wednesday night and Thursday morning assisting in clearing the streets of stalled vehicles. "There are cars scattered everywhere—on sidewalks, in medians, in the middle of the streets, with no lights on. It was just chaos, you know. Abandoned cars everywhere."

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Rico, from One Master Trucking Corp. and a Miami native, said he was prepared for the emergency. "You can sense when it's coming," he explained. "Every year it seems to get worse, and yet for some reason, people keep driving through the puddles."

In Aventura, north of Miami, Juan Gomez, a South Florida resident of 27 years, described the recent storm as the most severe flooding he has ever witnessed, impacting his rental unit. Reflecting on the experience on Friday, he expressed his readiness for future storms. "We were dealing with water from 5 p.m. to 11 p.m. that night. We did what we could, but some furniture got damaged. The kitchen and bathroom cabinets suffered water damage, and the flooring materials definitely need replacing," Gomez said.

"It's tough, and we have to be prepared," he added. "We're taking steps to be more prepared. We're looking to acquire supplies like sandbags and other necessities in case more storms come in the coming weeks."

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FIC COMP: The Kidverse Arcs

#1 - And Baby Makes Three: The Arrival Of William Dean Harvelle

He had come early. Jo didn’t expect him to come for another three weeks and while she was glad to know the torture of having to stay at home, off of her feet, and waddle around with some parasitic creature growing inside of her, she couldn’t help but be worried at the distance between now and the due date. She’d thought it was just normal pains to begin with, not bothering to move off the couch from where she was watching a documentary on censorship in the media for lack of anything else. It wasn’t until they had continued for almost an hour on and off that she realised what was happening and had called Grey to grab her overnight bag and get her to the hospital as soon as possible.

The entire process had been over before she really realised what was happening, doctors throwing around words like ‘low heart beat’, 'not breathing’ and 'substance abuse’ as she lay on the bed in the aftermath, not really hearing what was going on until she realised that when in all the films and Lamaze class videos they should be handing her the baby, the doctors were instead crowded around the small crib that would be his bed. Grey was the only thing keeping her calm as she realised it, his uncrushed hand brushed across her cheek and rested against her neck carefully, catching her gaze and he spoke soothingly to her until the nurses came to get her to clean up as her son was wheeled out of the room without her even seeing him.

It wasn’t until two days later that Jo was shown to the premature ward, where she could look through the glass at all the other babies and her own, tiny, pale haired boy with the name plate 'Harvelle’ for the first time. Once again Grey had been the one there with her, hand tightly wrapped around her waist and was the only thing that kept her from crashing to the ground when the doctors came around to talk about the boy’s chances being higher than the days before but still worrying. That she’d sat through months of carrying the little thing inside of her safe and sound, and then the second he was out in the real world he was already in danger was hard for her to take as she got a final glimpse of his closed eyes and blond hair before she’d passed out.

During her first chance to feed her son, still not named as Jo wasn’t sure she’d be able to take it if he didn’t pull through, it was also the first time she’d gotten to hold him. The feeling was something completely different to what she expected, not the overwhelming joy she thought would happen as his bright green eyes had looked back at her during his first feed, but she was still happy as she brushed his small tuft of hair back from his forehead. When the nurse went to take him off of her and back to the ward, Jo had stopped her and asked Grey to hold him as well - the completely uncertain grasp he had on the boy was soon gone as she watched her friend get more comfortable with her son in his arms. She wouldn’t tell anyone else, but she’s certain the smile on his face was even wider than her own, even as the different eye and hair colour both scream out that there was no way he was the boy’s father.

The first visitors she had arrived four days after she’d come in, not having gotten the message out until that morning when the doctors finally told her that the baby was in the clear and that they could take him home in a month - just to check for any other issues. Her surrogate-father had been the first to show up, is new partner in tow, and the pair carried in a slew of toys - including a blanket Bobby had refused to let Jody see the underside of which had a Devil’s Trap sewn into it. The older woman had looked confused when she’d come into the room to find Grey holding the baby and wandering about the room as Jo sat on her bed, surrounded by papers she’d been unable to look at for a few younger hunters.

It was on her last morning in the hospital that she as sat, fully dressed and waiting, on the end of her bed with the birth certificate in front of her that she brought the topic up to Grey. He’d come in with her discharge papers and a nurse trailed behind him to come for the certificate, and as Jo’d turned the papers around - child’s name filled in as 'William Dean Harvelle’ and her name and signature under mother - it was obvious he didn’t understand for a brief second before the grin split across his face. She hadn’t mentioned it, she hadn’t even thought about having to mention it, and when she watched him quickly sign his first and borrowed last name, alongside a signature, under the position of father she hadn’t even worried about him saying no.

#2 - Back In Black: The Return Of A Father

The first place he turned his old, slightly beaten bike towards after waking up in the Washington storage-hole was towards the last place he knew the loves of his life were - a little rest stop, just off the highway through Nebraska. What he found when he got there was enough to make his blood run cold; nothing, just the darkened dirt where Harvelle’s Roadhouse used to stand.

He had no idea how he’d gotten back to the hide-out, or how long he’d been out - obviously long enough for a thick, clogging layer of dust to settle on everything he owned and for his only home to disappear from the face of the earth. Too long given the last thing William remembered was the barrel of his friend’s gun pointed at his head as he begged to for help as the burning, clawing feeling of both his wrecked body and the demon infesting his mind ran through him. To him, it was barely a week since he kissed his wife goodbye and put his knife in his daughter’s hand with the promise of being home to see just how long an apple peel she could get this time.

Tires turned towards South Dakota, he fled straight to the next safest place he knew Ellen would go, hoping against hope as he got closer and closer that she would be there and safe with their little girl. The changes in the roads, the cities and towns, and cars he passed didn’t register at all, nothing but how good it felt to have his hair held down by the helmet and the terror that had flooded him first seeing the empty patch of land disappearing with each mile.

The blond hunter arrived out front of the dishevelled looking salvage yard, expecting to see the aging dark bitch and her newest puppy litter outside on the porch as he kicked the park out, once again being disappointed by the lack of familiarity. Bill knocked loudly on the front door, knuckles rapped on the wood in a quick rhythm as he waited for the usually prompt hunter to get to the door. To say it was a shock when he was faced with a much older man, obviously related to the other hunter if the facial growth and penchant for baseball caps was any indication, was an understatement.

“I didn’t know old Bobster had any family. Or that he let them into ‘is house! Can you get him for me?” If the startled look the older man had gotten when he opened the door was shocked, it was a very mild shock compared to the reaction to Bill’s words and question. Obviously the older Singer wasn’t used to people showing up, understandable, Bill thought, given how unwelcoming the man, just over ten years his senior, Bobby could be. Deciding to be delicate about it, he unclipped his helmet and swung it off between his hands as he tried for a bumbling young man with his first pair of two wheels. “Urgent business needs attending to.”

All the act got him was a huge wave in the face and the end of a gun barrel pointed right between his eyes as both men looked at one another, one face unreadable and the other with the look of a very angry, wet cat. “Not. A. Demon.” Bill took a step back and to the side as he spoke, careful to keep his eyes on the other as he wiped what he assumed to be holy water from his face, and reached quickly for the silver cross around his neck before he waved it before the other, fingers touching. “Not a shifter either. I guess you know what kind of business I’m after Bobby for, so I’ll just come in and-”

“Iron.” The gruff response, alongside the almost furious twist to the old man’s face made Bill frown and cock an eyebrow, not quite sure how that could be relevant. “Bill, you need to touch some iron before I let you step foot in my house.”

“Your hou- /Bobby?!/” The blond’s eyes widened as he stared at the other, noting the family features could really easily be the one and the same features of the grumpy hunter he’d been introduced to by Rufus eight years earlier. “Bobby what the fuck happened to you, man?”

“I said iron, Bill. I’ll explain…whatever I can when I know you’re human.” Bobby was surprisingly unreceptive or friendly, given he’d seen the man only four months ago in a stop in on the way home from Miami. Bill thought that the last time the other had forgiven him for accidentally bleeding on his kitchen table, but maybe not if the cool reception was anything to go by.

He waved his hand for a second before he just dropped his helmet, fished out one of the knives he’d picked up from the locker to replace the one he’d given his little Jo and pressed the iron blade against the side of his wrist before holding it out. “Human, through and through. Now lemme in old..er man.”

Bobby stepped back, not quite lowering the gun until Bill had made his way through the Devil’s Trap above the door and into the main lounge-turned-study. The second he spotted the worn old sofa in the same spot as always, the young man felt less and less like a stranger in a strange land at the first familiar thing since he woke up and found his spare bike hidden in the bushes around the back of his store space. The clunks and groans of wood behind him as he settled down on the couch cushion, more worn than when he was there some month’s back, let him know that the much-older-than-last-they-met Bobby Singer had entered behind him, and if the doors on both sides of the room being shut meant anything, it was that there was something seriously wrong going on. And the only thing Bill could attribute that to was the other’s sudden aging.

“So, what happened Singer? You were a much fresher daisy back when I swung past for that patch up back in June.” The teasing tone was easy to hold right up until his hazel eyes met the other’s, Bobby’s mouth twitched in a way that said there was very bad news about to spill from his lips and that he needed to stop playing around. “Seriously, Bobby, what’s happened?”

“Harvelle..” Bobby sounded as worn down as the cap over his brow as he let out a sigh, hand running over his short trimmed beard for a second in contemplation before he looked at the other and asked seriously. “What is the last thing you remember? The very last thing.”

“John’s gun, he was going to kill the thing that jumped me, but I guess he subdued it somehow instead. I just remember that, and then coming to over in Washington. Everything else is null time.” It was hard to think about that moment, and he rested his hand over his stomach where he remembers holding himself together behind the chokes of blood, the pain simmering again in his mind as his thumb rubbed across the area as though holding in the phantom problems again. “Why? What’s what I remember have to do with you getting old?”

“This…is not my lucky day is it. You’re going to need a drink for this.” Without actually waiting for the answer, the older hunter was up and back with two, slightly grimy, glasses and a bottle of whiskey. As Bill raised his glass to his lips, Bobby let out a quiet exclamation before speaking to him again normally, a slightly bitter tone to his voice. “Try not to spill that, but John did kill you. Going on seventeen years ago now.”

“Sev- seventeen /what?/” There was a second where William thought he would loose his glass as he choked and spluttered on the drink he’d taken, eyes wet around the edges as he gasped yet stared at the other in disbelief. “Fuck, pull the other one you bastard. What kind of-”

“I’m not joking, Harvelle. It’s the gods honest truth.” Bobby’s tone was sharp, laced with a slight anger at not having his word believed, but the blond hunter remembers when the man in front of him was greener than that boy Ash’s face was his first night when his first step into the Roadhouse was to a screaming, flying mass of Bill’s little girl threatening him to stay away from her daddy or she’d cut off the tackle her Mama always said boys liked playing with so much while he slept. It was hard to believe much of what he said off the bat like that, even with the visible age difference having grown even wider. “You’ve been dead since that hunt in '95.”

“But… what happened to the Roadhouse then?” Bill’s eyes fixated on the other’s face, still watering but blinking quickly as the fear from before and of not seeing any sign of either of his girls’ around settled back into the soon to be frantic hunter. “What happened to Ellen? Did..when did it burn down? Where is she? What’s happened to her? And J- …Singer, where is my daughter?”

The older man’s look hardened at the other’s questions inexplicably to the other, an almost possessive element to his response quickly quietened the questions and near accusing tone Bill had. “Ellen is... Well... The Roadhouse got destroyed by demons six years ago… Ash didn’t make it out. As for Jo…” Bobby’s voice got tight as he explained about Ash, though it staying as he spoke about Jo complimented the way he paused to down his whiskey before leaning back in his chair, arms folded tightly across his chest and rubbed at his beard for a second considering how to continue.

The news on Ash hit harder than Bill expected it to, the boy had barely been in his life for a year, most of that lost to months on the road only to return to find just how close the genius was to being family each time he came back home. He’d been the one to baby sit Jo at night when Ellen was short staffed from what his wife would tell him, he’d practice identifying leaves and monsters and patterns with his little girl only to find out she had a better system all taught to her by 'Miles’. Ash had made his way into the Harvelle family, and it had been barely a week to the hunter since he’d seen the slightly grubby faced boy-man pretending to lose at poker with Joanna before actually finding it hard to come back from the first loss. But he barely had time to think about that as his heart sank at the way Bobby moved and spoke, not acknowledging hearing any of it other than to stare at the other, awaiting whatever horrible fate had befallen his daughter because he wasn’t there to protect her.

“She’s good, Bill, I believe. Keeps in contact calling for information on this hunt or that, or reporting something through her own knowledge base that might be useful.  Seems happy enough, all things considered.” Bobby’s jaw clenched after he spoke, unwilling to speak further on the matter. Not that Bill really cared, all he heard was that she was doing okay, that she was happy - everything else was a blur as he sank back in relief, until the word /hunt/ stuck out in his mind.

“Did you just say someone is letting my little girl hunt? She’s just a child, Bobby!” The passing of time didn’t connect at all to the young man as he envisioned his little girl, pigtails and awkwardly, knobbly knees and all, running out into one of the many hunt situations that he’d found himself in before. Unable to reconcile it in such a way that could make the idea anything near alright. “What do you mean all things considered? Is she injured? Hurt? Did something get her? Where is she? And her mother, Bobby? /Where are they/.” His voice got more and more aggressive as he spoke, the worry and things the other said getting to him as Bill stood in a flash, hands bunched in the other’s shirt front to lift him - as though it would make the answer come out quicker, like his intimidation could make his family reappear safe and sound at his elbow if he just tried hard enough.

It wasn’t something Bobby was unused to from the other hunter, the infamous Harvelle temper coming not only from Ellen’s side but William’s too, though it had been a long, long time for the older man since anyone had attempted to intimidate, threaten and possibly brutalise the truth out of him. His large hands wrapped around the other’s, a short twist and he had freed himself from the now whimpering, worried grip of the Harvelle man. “You can take up her hunting with anyone you like, but Jo isn’t a little girl any more. She’s.. as old as you were when you died now, Bill. As for the rest - your daughter is fine, she’s in Minnesota, and it’s her story to tell her /father/, not mine.” The bitter tone was re-emerging, though Bill was perceptive enough this time as he scanned the other’s face to realise it was addressed internally rather than at him or anyone else.

“And Ellen?” Bill’s voice wavered slightly, not that the worry about his only daughter was gone the focussed turned to the woman he’d met in high school, who was the first girl to sit on the back of his bike and scream to go faster not to stop, and who was the mother of his child. Bobby’d been evasive when discussing her, even more so than the obvious aversion to sharing whatever secrets his little girl must have. “Where is she, Bobby?”

“She’s gone… Ran off to Mexico a long while ago, and she...she turned her back on Jo and us all, Bill,” The hesitance to explain was clear as day, as the older hunter dipped his head forward, obscuring his face with the bill of his cap. It took a moment for the words to sink in and the delicate way he spoke them was like ice over the boiling rage that flashed up at their meaning. Bobby added calmly and rationally, in the same gruff, almost possessive tone as he’d used earlier - it now making much more sense to the twitching, blond man, “You’ve been dead, Harvelle. For almost twenty years. Things have changed. /People/ change. It’s been a long time, and there are almost none of us left of our generation, Bill, and those of us that /are/ left can’t keep living in the past.”

Bill’s teeth ground together as he looked the few inches down at the other man, never having felt the distinct differences in their ages as pronounced as now - the now even older hunter, maturity and rational arguments soothing over the rash desire of the younger to beat down the other. “It’s not in the past for me, though. It was last week. Tell me, Singer, what am I supposed to do now? Am I even going to recognise my /wife/ when she walks through the door, or am I going to meet a stranger?” He at least had the decency to look ashamed after the words left his mouth, the anger at the idea of having died, of not remembering, of how much things must have changed but without him knowing or being there for it making him react even worse than his temper would usually bring about. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Bill.. This wasn’t easy, it’s never goddamn easy, and we’ve all had to do this too. The reliving thing. The waking up and forgetting it’s not three years ago, that the president is black and that M.A.S.H isn’t even on re-runs any more. It’s hard, but you start with the places you’re missed the most..” Bobby, to his credit, didn’t back down from the glares the other sent him, despite the differences in physical strength and the obvious anger, confusion and distrust coursing though the other man. Right up until Bill seemed to be listening, at which point the older turned back to his desk, scribbled an address onto the back of his newspaper and held it towards the other - the intent of it easy to tell as his eyes flickered to the clock above the fire place. “Go see her, Bill. Ellen… She’s not her any more. But Jo on the other hand.”

The sentence trailed off, as Bill’s fingers snatched the piece of paper from the other like a mad man, the lump Bobby’s words made feeling thick and hard in his throat with all the things, the accusations, the worries, the confusion, that he wanted to bring up but couldn’t. There was a truth to it, and as much as the idea sounded wrong to him - that the life he had barely a week ago was completely gone - he couldn’t fight it when the date of the paper read out a date he never got to see. He never got to see a lot of things, but if the black ink address on the flip side, a place somewhere not to far from here, was any indication (or the way Bobby seemed to be leaving it in his hands what he did, stay for one or go to the other, as he left the room) he didn’t have to miss seeing even more.

He didn’t bother to call out a goodbye, knowing he’d be back and probably sooner than this visit was from his last - though maybe not, depending what his wife had to say about it; Bill scrunched the paper in his hand tightly as he stepped out the front door. His other hand picked up his helmet, settling it upon his head as he tucked the address inside his jacket above his heart where it would be safe, before the young hunter mounted his bike and peeled out of the dirt roadway, headed away from the junk yard and one half of his old life and towards the closest way to the other half of his old home.

#3 - Baby Love: Reunions Of A Special Kind

The house that resided at the address scribbled down on the fold-worn paper was not what Bill was expecting, especially not when his last house visit had suggested the owner was in the life. A thigh high chain link fence wrapped the front yard and as far as he could see around the sides of the small house, the gate was made out of something that appeared to be very rusted but not iron and had more locks than the hunter expected such a non-defensive fence to have. As he kicked the foot stand out from the side of his bike and parked upon the small strip of grass on the other side of the footpath, he shook his hair out of its dark helmet as he surreptitiously took in the outside of where he was told his daughter lived.

Locks locked, the hunter opted to just jump the fence, the grind of salt on his hands when he let go made him smile. Obviously his little girl was even more creative than her mother had ever been. The flowers and bushes growing around the front yard would have given him pause in any one else’s house, the number of items required for hex bags and spells visible across the small distance was enough to make him think maybe she was more out of the life like the other hunter he visited was than in. More protections were visible under scrutiny as he got to the front door, the shadows of certain paint work and the faint edge of a symbol carved under the doormat made the smile widen as he reached out to ring the doorbell before running his hand through his hair and straightening his shirt. This could be just as hard as the reintroduction to Bobby had been, maybe even harder, he mused to himself.

There were noises from inside before the unmistakable sound of a child’s voice reached him through the thick ashwood  “Me get! Me get, please pleaseplease!” Bill blinked in surprise at the sound, stepping back to try and see if he could see any other appropriate houses as obviously he had the wrong one, before the door jerked open to a shock of blond hair.

Whoever he was couldn’t have been more than three years if the still slightly wobbly balance was any indicator, and the older hunter couldn’t work out where to start as he stared down into the suspicious eyes of the little kid. The boy’s green eyes reminded him of someone’s though he couldn’t put his finger on it, and the uncertain grasp on a very large glass of water was all he could see before the beverages contents were thrown into his face. Or rather, they were intended to, instead splashing all over his shirt and leather jacket.

“Um, ‘cuse me. You smoke?” The boy peered up at him earnestly, both hands now grasped tightly around the glass as he stared at him and Bill tried to work out if he was being offered a cigarette by a preschooler for a second before shaking his head. Either way, there was no way the answer was going to be yes in front of this child.

“No, no smoke here.” After a beat, Bill knelt down to the other’s eye level, a sincere smile on his face as the child let out an authoritative nod and stepped back to set his glass on the floor behind him. “Any chance there’s a woman called Joa-”

“'ife time!” The older man was cut off in the middle of his question as the little blond span around again holding a shiny butter knife in his hand, the blunt tip pointed right at Bill’s nose as the child smiled gleefully at him. “No shifties here, or walkies.. or wolfmen.. or…or deejinnie, or 'rain-suckers or /braaaains/ies!”

As the boy spoke he waved the hand holding the kitchen utensil just shy of the hunter’s face, though the blade didn’t worry Bill at all as a smile of his own broke out at the terms and knowledge being displayed. To make things easier and stop the kid from possibly hitting himself with the butter knife, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the flat edge and pulled the piece out of the boy’s grasp gently, twirling it over his own fingers as he spoke. “Don’t worry, son. I’m not here to eat or destroy anyone. I’m just looking for my daughter.” Bill moved to stand and move inside, before the boy shook off his wonder at the hunter’s dexterity and put a hand up to stop him, the other wrapped tightly around the door.

“Wait! Have to touch the door knockknock.” A small, chubby finger pointed up to the iron knocker in the middle of the door, the first piece of the metal that Bill had seen on what had to obviously be a hunter hotspot or child centre much in the way the bar used to be for the little Winchester boys and the few other children who were on the road. This idea was reinforced as the boy added in a downright depressed tone, “Daddy’d know without, but he’s not here right now. He’s at work. Wish he weren’t though.”

“Well, we all wish he weren’t, but he’s doing something important right now.” Bill reached out and ran his hand over the metal before holding it out for the little boy’s inspection. As the kid turned his hand as though expecting it to change, the hunter couldn’t help but smile remembering the few times his daughter would hand out shots of holy water while her mother poured the after whiskey turn. “Isn’t that right?”

The boy nodded as his hand was released before he was ushered inside, the click of the door shutting as Bill looked around the thin, long hallway. There were a few coats of different lengths hanging by the door, the unmistakable outline of a shot gun hidden behind one and light streaming in from the staircase to the side and the door towards what seemed to be the kitchen at the back of the house. “So, do you know wher-”

“Need to go in the kitchen. All the visitors go straight to the kitchen.” Bill let out a laugh as the boy tugged at his hand and guided him down the hall, past two other doors (one which was obviously the lounge room if the sound of what he thought was Bugs Bunny was any indication) and a rather dark oil painting into the bright kitchen. “You, stay, Mr…?”

The boy’s question made the blond man realise he hadn’t asked the young child his own name yet as he took in the boy’s appearance; the rumpled dark blue t-shirt with the words 'vworp vworp' blazoned across the front over faded and torn jeans alongside the dishevelled mop of hair just added to the man’s opinion that this boy was obviously another hunter’s child. “Well, my name’s Bill. What would yours be, son?”

He didn’t expect the reaction he got at that, the happy sound of the child’s laughter hit home the way his own daughter’s always did. “Me too! Though Mommy makes 'eryone call me Billy, because she don’t like the name Bill.” Billy’s smile was a little too wide for his face, though the hunter couldn’t help but smile back at the cheerful look and sheer amusement at such a similar name, before the boy added in a loud whisper, “She always says naughty words to whoever calls me that.”

The almost conspiratorial look on the little boy’s face as he spoke of the words his mother used was so familiar that Bill could have almost sworn it was like looking down at a sharper cheeked version of his daughter at that age when she’d try to talk him into letting her hold onto his 'special ghostie knife’. “Well then, we’ll make sure to point out how your name and mine are the same, won’t we /Bill/?” He reached out a finger instinctively to tap against the boy’s nose as he joked with him, smile widening as Billy laughed loudly again.

It was then, as the pair sat sharing an unexpected joke with matching grins, that the sound of heavy footsteps down the staircase caught both of the blond’s attention. Bill wasn’t sure what to think as he realised this must be Jo, it had to be Jo coming now. He deserved to see his little girl after such a long time, and as he jerked to his feet, he almost forgot all about the little boy in front of him as he stared in anticipation as the movement got closer and a warm call came from the hallway, “Did you do everythin’ I taught you, Billyboy? 'Cause I’ll have to tell your Daddy all 'bout it when he gets back if you did.”

Bill swallowed thickly hearing for the first time in ages - well, he wasn’t technically sure how long but it had to have been a long while - the sound of his daughter’s voice. Deeper and more mature than the high pitched, gleeful child’s voice he remembered, though it still held the same happy tone through it as he savoured every second of it. He didn’t even hear the boy before him’s response, other than the vague mouth movements he saw out of the corner of his eye as the toddler waddled towards the door with a proud smile on his face, until a word stuck out to him. “Wait.. What do you mean mommy..?!”

His question was answered the second the words left his mouth as a woman around his own age who resembled so thoroughly his own little Joanna appeared around the door to scoop up Billy into her arms with the same wide, proud smile on her face that he’s sure used to appear on his when he would do the same to her. The familiarity of the little boy, the way he talked about his mommy and daddy, the lack of other children, the comment about his name; they all suddenly made sense as Bill stared in shock into the wide, almost terrified eyes of his now adult daughter.

“J..Jo?” Bill could barely recognise his own voice as he struggled to say the name aloud as he gazed at her, jaw dropped open in uncertainty as he shifted a foot closer. The woman before him looked every bit what he expected his daughter to when she was older, right down to the messy pony tail, the faintly visible scarring over her toned tan arms, the faint dark circles under her eyes that all hunter’s eventually get; all except the petrified look on her face or the squirming armful of child in her arms. “Is that really you..?”

“I.. /Daddy/?” Her voice cracked on the words as her face twisted into something much more heartbreaking than the terror from before that Bill could barely stand to look back at her as she set Billy, her /son/, down on the kitchen bench closest to her without looking. “Bob..Bobby said..”

Bill didn’t give her a chance to finish her thought, not caring what the other hunter must have tried to tell her at all, as he strode the few feet between them to wrap his daughter up in his arms unable to wait a second longer. It was nothing like the last time they’d embraced, not even a fortnight ago for him but over two decades for his child, when he’d lifted her off the ground with ease and pressed a kiss to her forehead and he promised to be home before bedtime on Sunday. She was too big to lift any more, even if she wasn’t even as high as his shoulders. Her hair was pulled back in one section rather than split in two on either side of her face. She was shaking and clinging onto him like she’d never let go again, rather than the warm but unable to fully reach grasp of the last time.

“Mommy? Mommy?! //Mommy!//" It wasn’t until the demanding sound of a child’s voice, not the almost constant sing-song tone his little daughter always had, washed over the pair of them that they were able to untangle themselves again. "What the hell, Mommy? You shouldn’t be hugging so hard now. Aunty Shady says you 'ave be careful with the babymuffins.” Billy stared at the pair of them in the dead serious way children have, the reprimand not making sense to him while it brought a watery smile and choked up laugh out of the woman who was now his daughter.

“The babymuffins are okay, Billy, I promise.” Jo’s hand slipped slowly from his fore arm as she moved to scoop her child up again, as she raised her other hand to wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks as she looked back at Bill with a mixture of joy and uncertainty that hit right through him. “Though I thought… I thought your Daddy said not to say that word.”

“You say all the time, though. Only Daddy doesn’t like it.” The boy’s rebuttal made Bill smile as he focussed on the open amusement and curiousity on his, he guesses, grandson’s face rather than the complex emotions on his little Joanna’s he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to ever understand or fix; though as he caught Billy’s attention it gained an accusing quality so reminiscent of Jo’s when she didn’t believe the bar flies stories fully. “Mr. Bill… why did you hug Mommy like that?”

“Because I haven’t in far too long a time.” The response was out of his mouth without a second thought as Bill’s own hazel eyes caught his grandson’s green for one long, drawn out moment. It was like looking into the face of a cat, unable to blink or give way first lest he be found a liar before a small jiggle on Jo’s grip broke the staring contest and both Harvelle men smiled at one another. His eyes drifted back automatically to his daughter’s face, her watery eyes dry now and the complex storm of emotions almost perfectly concealed behind a peaceful look as she smiled back at him and his choice of words. “/Far/ too long.”

“Billy, sport.. I want you to meet your grandfather. Not like Grandpa Bobby, but.. but my dad.” Jo dropped her gaze first, her free hand now brushed Billy’s hair back until it was somewhat tamed as she approached, the slight waddle of her steps making him stare at her curiously as Billy reached his hands out to be held by the once stranger now his mother had seemingly given the green light. “William Anthony Harvelle, meet William Dean Harvelle. He.. he turned three five months ago.” The weight of the small boy was unexpected but so familiar to the hunter as he situated the other on his hip like a professional and shared a hand shake with him before smiles. Though Bill’s dropped the second his daughter added quietly and avoided his eyes as she pressed a hand to her unexpectedly rounded stomach, “..and I turned thirty-two four months ago.”

“Thir..thirty-two.” Bill struggled to get the number out as he stared at her, trying to reconcile that he’d lost the last twenty-two years of his daughter’s life and yet the older hunter had said this was where he was missed the most. It was hard enough to comprehend that without adding in the wiggling child in his arms, and the slightly rounded shape of his daughter’s stomach as she now stood upright without anything else in the way. “And.. four months..?”

Jo nodded her head, an uncertain smile on her face as she frowned back at him, another undecipherable look on her face. Bill was suddenly regretting not sticking around Singer’s to see his wife as he realised how hard it was for him to understand his daughter, no long a child but a full grown woman almost overnight to him. Though as Billy tugged at one of the pockets at the front of his leather jacket, he couldn’t stop the wide, happy smile at seeing any form of his daughter again. “I’m..so proud of you, sweetheart.” It was all he could think to say as Billy kicked to be set down and Bill conceded reluctantly, eyes not moving from his daughter’s until her smile softened to its natural state.

There was an almost deafening silence as both hunter’s smiled back at one another for a long moment, before Billy broke it with a simple request for a drink and it somehow sparked the pair into an unexpectedly choreographed move through the kitchen - the tradition of making Jo’s favourite drink seeming to be the same as her blond haired son. It was so familiar, so the same and so natural that as the young boy drank from the red and blue webbed sippy-cup, both Jo and Bill shifted to sit across the table from one another in a happy discussion about the last time they performed the very same actions.

As the little blond boy finished his drink and set his cup down, Bill finally asked the question that was nagging at him. Though he didn’t expect the answer to arrive the very second he asked. "So… Billy and..the baby’s father is a… hunter?“ As the final word left his mouth there was the sound of a key in the front door that left Jo wide eyed and her son to squeal and launch himself through the open kitchen door with a shout.

#4 - Sad Eyes: Or How Water And Oil Don’t Mix Unless Shaken Up

It was days like this, as the shadow headed home after his last class just after the lunch break, that he was thankful they hadn’t moved from the once dilapidated house that Jo’d found for him all those years ago. There was barely a five minute walk from his office in the art building to their front door, and as Grey jiggled the keys in the lock when the door didn’t immediately swing open - a simple code Jo’d made for if there were visitors in the house - he could feel the stress of the overly excited classes that morning vanish the moment his foot was over the threshold.

Grey’d often find himself in a day sneaking away home over lunch, if he wasn’t already finishing early, to not only avoid the prying and slightly worrisome questions he’d get on occasion from the other staff members at the high school but just to help out with the inevitable fight over eating greens at lunch or settling /everyone/ down for an afternoon nap regardless of the objections. Or the days like today when he’d have no afternoon classes or after-hours meetings that he could leave early and possibly come home to the twisted take on Jody’s advice about encouraging reading that would be mother and son curled up on the couch reading over her hunters journal, or an old tome from one of the other hunters. Though recently it had been a, in his opinion, premature introduction to some novels that he couldn’t help but think Jo was just after an excuse to read again.

Shrugging out of his blazer, the one attempt he’d make half-heartedly at the start of every semester to look more professional than a possibly starving-artist type, Grey heard the murmur of voices from the kitchen before the little boy came sprinting out of the kitchen with a shriek.

“You’re home! Mommy said that you wouldn’t-“ The little blond boy cheered as he flung himself forwards around the monster’s legs. Grey knew exactly what the boy’s mother would have said, and reaching down he ruffles the top of the other’s head, effectively cutting him off.

The voices in the other room seemed to have stopped, that they were coming from the kitchen rather than upstairs in the study-slash-storage room as they moved things around to prepare for the new baby was confusing. Most hunters wanted to be behind the thin chain of iron that Jo’d place across the door - only for the hunters sakes, though it was still a sore point every time it happened and there had been fights over the allowance for hunters to come by the first time the blonde was too heavily pregnant to expose herself to the bars or to want to move around so much. "Yeah, I know, Billy. I wasn’t supposed to be home until dinner time. But the meeting I had to stay for got cancelled and I got to come home.”

“Goodgood, ‘cause Mommy was crying before but Mr. Bill was comforting her.” Billy looks perplexed as he speaks, the same crease in his brow as his mother evident as he shares a look with the other - one small arm wrapped tightly around Grey’s leg.

“What?” What the boy was saying confused the hell out of the shadow, that Jo was crying was strange enough even factoring in the pregnancy hormones and the comment about some man with the name Grey’d swiftly begun to associate with not only Jo’s father but her son and the boy’s biological father. There’d been communication between his partner and their son’s father over the last few years, to the point they’d exchanged a few photographs and agreed for them to meet 'some day’; though the idea made him feel sick and possessive every time it was discussed, regardless how often Jo said it was a mistake other than Billy. “Whose here?”

“Mr. Bill.” Billy was far too young to understand sarcasm but Grey couldn’t hide the small smile at the almost exasperated look his son gave him. The boy smiles back quickly, reaching out for the other before directing them both towards the kitchen once he’d been picked up like an admiral directing his troops to move forward. “Mommy said he was like Gran'pa Bobby.”

The words sound all wrong to the shadow - if it was who he thought it was, he doubted Jo would try to introduce the gargantuan man she described to him during the few rocky months of her first pregnancy as being like the much older hunter and almost surrogate father. (He was honestly confused why the grouchy old man hadn’t made an 'honest woman’ out of the older Harvelle, but Grey figured he didn’t have room to speak after his, painfully, unsuccessful attempt to do just that with his own Harvelle a few years ago.) Shaking his head to loosen the scowl that was building just thinking that, he lets out a tight laugh as small fingers push at his forehead while he walks the pair of them into the kitchen.

Only to freeze as he becomes the target of both people sitting on either side of the kitchen table’s gazes; Jo’s eyes wide and unreadable alongside the pleased flush on her cheeks, while the bearded man across from her squinted at him appraisingly. There was something definitely off about the hunter across from his partner, the choice of clothes, bitten down nails, dark rings of shadow under his eyes and the way he shifted his relaxed posture at Grey’s entrance - in an almost protective way of Jo, it seemed - screamed hunter as did the hint of a  holster under the leather jacket swamping him.

“I’m goin’ to guess this here is baby-daddy himself, then?” The gruff tone and way he rose from his seat did not help with Grey’s first impression of him. He was obviously trying to puff himself up, mark his territory or force the smaller shadow to heel if the steely stare was anything to go by. Something that was not going to happen, at least not from Grey where his family was concerned as he shifted his hold on Billy despite the boy’s attempts to be let go of. “Bit scrawnier than I thought you’d be interested in, sweetheart.”

“Don’t let looks fool you.” The shadow snaps back at the thiny veiled insult, keeping a tight hold of Billy and angling him away as he steps closer to the other warningly. After a second, Grey takes the two steps towards where Jo was still sitting to lean down and deliver a quick peck of a kiss as he ignores the larger man’s presence. “The meeting tonight got cancelled, so I figured I’d take the rest of the afternoon off.”

Jo seemed to be happy, smiling widely when he says he’s back for the afternoon - though the grip she takes on his wrist has more force behind it than he thought there should be. “Well that’s good, don’t think, uh, /this/ is exactly somethin’ we could cover in your lunch break.” She jerks her head between the hunter looking purposefully in the opposite direction as she speaks, the grin on her face and eyes filling with a look Grey wasn’t familiar with as she gazed at the other before looking back at him. The ugly twist of jealousy and possessiveness he thought he’d gotten over years ago reared its head again, growing larger when Jo spoke again though the gentle rubbing of her thumb against the inside of his wrist did a bit to help slow it. “Hun, maybe you should take Billy upstairs for his nap and then I’ll… I’ll introduce you properly.”

The shadow’s glance flickers between Jo’s reassuringly pleased look and the speculative study from the other hunter, uncertain if he trusted himself to leave the pair though the yawn from the small boy still in his arms confirmed what he should do. “I’ll be right back down, Jo. I’m just upstairs if…”

“It’s fine, Grey, nothings going to happen.” He would usually object more, never quite comfortable with Jo’s trust of the others in her profession - her comfort with those she saw like herself was something he couldn’t quite understand. Though the warm smile on her face and the relative distance the other hunter was giving her was a little more comforting.

The shadow nods as he gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze and frowning at the unconfirmed man wiggling his fingers and shaking hands in a mockery of seriousness with the little boy in his arms to say good 'night’. Jerking away with a quiet, inhuman hiss - not caring right now if it unsettled the man or caused problems - Grey takes Billy upstairs, ignoring his pleas to be allowed to stay downstairs. “No, sport, you’ve got to get your nap otherwise you’ll fall asleep during cartoons this afternoon.”

“But I wanna play with Mommy’s daddy…” He wasn’t sure how to take the boy’s sleepy mumbling, though the threat of missing out on his few favourite hours of TV a night worked to silence him. The quiet triumph Grey got over the boy preferring his favourites to Jo’s at the moment was always a bright moment when the three would sit and watch a few episodes, Billy’s eyes glued to the screen even if he’d seen the episode before while Jo would pout and pull at his own hair as they relaxed on the couch like the old days for an hour or so.

Settling the boy in, almost asleep before his head touched the pillow, Grey waits a moment before smoking downstairs to the shadows just out of sight of the kitchen door, hanging back to listen as he tries to work out if his son meant what he’d said or not.

“So that’s the guy, then?” The gruff tone seemed to have doubled, the man’s voice clearly displaying his uncertainty. “He seems… different.”

“Well he is certainly that. Grey’s a good guy, takes good care of me and Billy, and the baby.” Jo sounded uncertain, almost worried, and that didn’t endear the stranger any better to Grey than the vague disapproval was. “He’s not a hunter, so please, /please/, don’t make a thing about that.”

“Guess that makes sense, what with the picket-fence dream outside, huh sweetheart?”

“You can hardly expect that I was on the road, eight months pregnant and trying to hunt things, could you? I’m still a hunter, even if there’s a home that’s not got four wheels..”

“And Mr. Civilian is part of it. Does he even /know/ about what you do, Jo? Or are you a travelling sales woman, flying here and there every other week?”

Peeking through the part of the doorway not blocked at the harsh accusation, Grey could see the man’s back and Jo’s hand resting over his forearm, a move that she’d do with anyone she felt was getting out of hand or might need to calm down. Mr. Bill, as Billy called him, didn’t move for a second before he moves a large hand to cover Jo’s in a way Grey thought was far too tender for someone who’d just appeared in their lives.

Feeling that twisted possessiveness flare up again and not able to stop himself this time, Grey pushes into the kitchen and shuts the door just in case things got louder, announcing his return. “I’m a teacher, but I know all about hunting. What is it to you what I do or who I am?” The harsh tone covers the words, the only thing stopping his powers from slipping into the question by accident, as the shadow moves to Jo’s side, slips an arm around her waist and stares defiantly up the few inches at the other man.

“Grey..” Jo hisses quietly, though she covers his fingers with her free arm as she glances worriedly between both men, silently sizing one another up. After a long moment, during which the shadow refused to back down like his partner was suggesting and seemingly the hunter was unwilling to do the same, she adds quietly, “Hun, you might want to make a good impression rather than… what you’re doing.”

“You might want to listen to her, /Grey/,” The man cut in, shifting his weight onto his heels and dropping a shoulder, the undone buckles of his jacket chiming quietly together with the movement. There was something far too familiar between the looks both blond’s were giving him - the same quirk of their eyebrows and the sharp awareness that something was going to happen, either good or bad, just drove home what Grey was starting to suspect was the truth. “Wouldn’t do well for you to try and tangle with me over this.”

“Oh, I’d love to you arrog-” Grey gets cut off sharply with an elbow to the ribs from the woman beside him, both exchanging a look that neither seemed to be winning. That the other man seemed to think it was okay to try and boss him around in his own home did not sit well with the monster, regardless of if the man was a hunter and he something which unknowingly the other would prefer at the end of a gun than wrapped around a fellow fighter like he was. But Jo’s reaction and poking shuts up up from doing more as he bites back a growl, though pulls her closer instead. Speaking softly against her ear, he keeps an eye on the other man as he tries to work out if what he thinks is now more likely is true, “You want to explain who this… guy is, Jo? Billy said he was like Bobby.”

The man chuckling as though he could tell exactly what was running through Grey’s mind was not comforting, even as the woman in his arms let out a quiet sigh. It took everything in him not to growl at the stranger’s amusement, even as Jo answered him; her voice tinged with something between awe and shock. “Yeah, he is. Um, Grey.. I’d like you to meet William Harvelle. My father. ..Dad, this is my partner Jack Grey.” Lifting her hands and those underneath and above them, she moves to attempt to make the pair shake hands, eyes darting between the stoic look on the shadows face to the amused smirk on her father’s.

The confirmation of what Billy had suggested from Jo’s own mouth helped smooth down some of his raw feelings; the dread that it might have been the other hunter coming to meet /Grey’s/ son was a little more than he’d ever expected it would be.  He’d almost worried Jo had concocted a lie for their son given he wasn’t even old enough to understand his dad wasn’t human let along that he wasn’t really his biological father. The tantrum which had ensued after they tried explaining that 'Dad’s side of the family are just /special/’ to explain the inhuman actions had only stopped when Jo’d comforted Billy with the idea that she and him were special in their own way by being the only non-special ones. That he’d reacted so defensively to the idea and the currently smug looking hunter worries him, but as Jo looks up at him so hopefully Grey swallows that down to think about later as he shifts to offer his hand on his own free will.

Staring one another down, it is a full thirty seconds before Grey lowers his hand, the waves of disapproval still coming off of the other man and the tense seconds when Bill made no move to shake his said it all. The hunter didn’t approve and he was making it clear.

“He’s wrong for you, sweetheart.” The man doesn’t take his eyes off of Grey, squinting faintly at him as thought trying to discern something from him that wasn’t visible unless really focussed on. He wasn’t used to such heavy speculation, and even as Jo unconciously grips onto his lowered hand, he can’t help but shift backwards to refrain from lashing out at such a declaration.

Grey couldn’t tell if it was him shaking or Jo, the rage flushing through him from such a suggestion was hard to see through even as his fingers were almost crushed in her vice like grip. “Dad, what on earth are you on about? You don’t even know him! I like him, Mom likes him, Bobby li-”

“I don’t give a fuck what Bobby likes, Jo; that’s something I’m trying to come to terms with. But this… guy?” The other hunter waves a hand as he speaks to gesture at the pair of them, the cut off making both Jo and Grey wince as they could imagine where he must have gotten their address from now. “There is something /wrong/ about him, can’t you sense that? I don’t think you or my grandchildren should be around him, sweetheart.”

His comments bring out another wince in the monster, the sharp hunter’s intuition seemingly not at all rusted from the time spent beyond the veil. If the sharp inhale of breath from beside him was any indication, Jo was picturing all the ways this conversation could go wrong and it was only her hand in his stopping Grey from showing the hunter just what was 'wrong’ about him.

Grey was not expecting the hunter to move like he did when no one answered him for a full minute, the sharp push back against the kitchen door jerking the shadow’s hand from Jo’s as a forearm presses forcefully against his windpipe. “Tell me, /Grey/, what the fuck you are and what the fuck you’re doing with my daughter or I will gut your inhuman body where you stand.” It’s a barely audible hiss as the older Harvelle twists his arm up, forcing Grey to lift his head back of suffer a crushed oesophagus.

“Dad! Let him go!” Out of the corner of his eye, Grey can see Jo pulling at her father’s other arm, staring wide-eyed at the pair of them as though she doesn’t want to think about what could happen if Bill went through with his threat. It takes everything in him not to just shove the hunter off, or to let him break a few bones in order to get himself free; though when he can see his partner swaying on her feet the way she would during some of the more stressful times of her first pregnancy, that control goes out the window. Shoving the other back with unnatural force, Grey reaches out to catch her arm, even as Jo sends him a dirty look. “God damn, I’m okay. It’s you I’m worried about…”

While she trails off, turning to look for her father, Grey can feel the knot starting in his stomach again - though this time not from jealousy but anxiousness as the hunter in question pushes himself up off the floor and stares at him with the same look other hunters would get when faced with a twist of case and find themselves face to face with an unexpected monster. The small twitch of his hand from under the end of his jacket sleeve would usually make him feel bad to see, but Grey couldn’t help but think the hunter brought it on himself as Jo steps between the both of them to reach out for his arm.

“Joanna Beth, you better explain what just happened right no-” Bill’s voice drops considerably, and in an abstract way Grey could see another similarity between father and daughter when they got angry. The clipped tone, deeper register and way his eyes didn’t move from the focus of his conversation were all strikingly alike to the way Jo’s would.

Jo cuts in, stepping closer towards her seething father, not able to stop the quip from boiling up the same way it used to when arguing with her mother for the better half of her life. “You just threatened my partner! I don’t think I owe you any sort of explanation until you’re not going to try and kill someone in here for what you hear.”

“If that’s the kind of reaction you think you’d get then you better spill right now, sweetheart.” Bill was still focussed on Grey as he spoke, making the shadow feel like squirming inside though he remained cool on the outside. There was a direct challenge in the hunter’s gaze, and he refused to back down to it. “What the fuck is he, Jo?”

He couldn’t see Jo’s face though he could see the faint shake to her hands as she holds out a hand, Grey staying back but alert. All of the times that he’d been part of one of 'those’ conversations over the years couldn’t compare to what this one would be like, or the amount of nerves he could feel radiating off of the small blonde between him and the other hunter. “Well, Dad, you.. have it right. He’s not actually a huma-" She cuts off with a hiss as Bill’s hand shifts to the holster under his jacket before freezing as Grey acts quickly, stretching his shadow to join the other man’s and holding him trapped. Stepping up behind Jo carefully, the shadow rests a hand against the small of her back as he tries to pull her back away from the other. ”-n.“

"What is /it/ doing?” Grey flinches sharply at the word, his fingers tightening for a second against Jo’s back as she too draws back at the look her father was sending him. Keeping a careful lock on the other man’s movements, the shadow tries to lead Jo back to a chair to sit down as she almost looked white staring back at Bill. The fact he could feel Bill struggling against his powers just as strongly as the monsters and demons he would track and feed was more than a little disconcerting, feeling the desire to drain rear up on habit before squashing it down.

“Dad..” Jo sounds weary as she lets him guide her, the hold she has on his arm tightening for a moment as she stares back in the familiar face before sinking into the seat and not removing her hands from around his forearm. The colour in her cheeks was lighter than Grey had seen it in a while, and while he could see her reaction was making the other hunter calm down slightly he made a quick decision of his own.

Rubbing at the top of her shoulder and brushing her hair back from her face, Grey leans in regardless of the hiss from behind him to press a brief kiss to her lips as he holds her face in her hands before speaking as quietly and calmly as he can. “Jo, I want you to go upstairs for a bath. I know it’s probably run and cooling upstairs already, so you go relax and I’m going to talk to your father for a moment.” As Jo blinks up at him in confusion and opens her mouth to argue, he kisses her again before pinning her with a sharp look. “It will be okay, we’ll be home soon, okay?”

“What do you mean 'we’ll be home soon’, you… thing?!” The other man growls out, eyes flashing from anger at the approaching monster to concern at his grown daughter’s face. There was something in the look which made Grey’s heart skip, recognising it in Jo’s own face whenever Billy would get sick or hurt himself and she had no idea what to do about it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looks back over at Jo where she’s still fixated on watching the both of them worriedly before he steps next to the struggling hunter and reaches out before smoking the both of them away.

Setting down several miles away in an empty field, Grey keeps his hand on the other’s shoulders until he’s caught his feet before stepping a few feet back. Releasing the other, he tries to keep his voice as calm as possible as he speaks, “Mr. Harvelle, I get this is all very shocking to you, but you need to calm down and I’m not letting you back near Jo or my son unti-”

Cut off with a groan, Grey stumbles back another two steps as he raises his hand to his mouth, the slick feel of blood against his fingers and teeth bringing out another groan. Bill stares back at him, fist raised still as though trying to determine where to hit next; before sending an uppercut under the chin, teeth slamming together as his head jerks upwards. Falling back away again, the shadow keeps the other man, rubbing his knuckles with his other hand carefully, with the same watchful and alert eye as the hunter was surveying him.

Its a long, tense moment before Grey sees the other tensing as though he’s about to spring forth, reaching out as soon as the other moves to catch a hold of the punch aimed at his stomach and keep the hunter from hitting or moving back. Bill grunts through heavy breaths harshly, glaring back him with a twist of his mouth. “What are you? Why is my daughter with you? /Why aren’t you dead?/”

As the blond tugs back on his hands, Grey releases them reluctantly though keeps himself alert. When the hunter makes no direct moves or shifts to attack, the shadow speaks as clearly as he can even as his jaw aches and the numb feeling of his lips flickers in and out as he heals. “I am a shadow, a monster. Not a demon like I would assume you believe..” Bill’s face twists up at that comment, one hand dropping unconsciously to press against his chest as though holding something in, before Grey continues to speak quickly. “But I swear to you, I’m not a threat to your family. I swear it.”

Staring off like those strange western movies Jo would watch sometimes (or more like the third Back To The Future movie, Grey considers as he shifts), the hunter slowly steps back before starting to circle the stationary monster. Twisting his head to watch, the second he has to shift the other man launches again, driving the knife from his ankle into the monster’s side and twisting sharply as his large, muscled arm holds him in place. He was preparing himself for the sharp burn of iron but can’t help the relief alongside pain when it’s just the pain of the knife itself without any iron.

The blond man jerks the knife out, spinning away and preparing for another lunge before pulling himself up short as the monster merely presses a hand to the wound and looks mostly undisturbed aside from a small grimace of pain. Grey waits a few moments for the wound to heal before dropping his hand and turning to face Bill. “I swear, Mr. Harvelle, I’m not here to harm your daughter or our children." His hand stretches out in a sign of peace, though he can see the remnants of his bleeding side coating the edges of his fingers red and doesn’t need to imagine to know it looks much less peaceful from the hunter’s perspective. Dropping his hand and wiping it off, he shifts his weight back as the beefier man jumps him again, knocking them both to the ground.

Tumbling and fighting for control, Grey can’t help but imagine that if he ever has another daughter (his mind and focus slipping for a second giving the other man the upper hand as he struggles to force the thoughts that topic brings up down again) that he could completely understand the other man’s focussed aggression and protectiveness. Pulling his legs up and kicking the larger man off him slightly, the shadow rolls to the side and jumps up, muttering an apology as he does so - already mentally counting just how mad Jo might get for that move. He turns, looking around for Jo’s father to spring up from somewhere before he realises the other is still on the ground.

Approaching tentatively, Grey wipes his hand off again on his tshirt, glad for once that most of the shirts in the house were now dark colored, before offering it down to the other. The proverbial olive branch between the pair as blue eyes lock with green. There’s a moment when the monster worries that the other will try to stab him again - or worse - before the blond pushes himself up without the assistance and Grey lets his hand drop back to his side awkwardly.

"I asked another two questions, /thing/.” Bill growls the words out as he doesn’t back down from his proximity to the other, unconsciously attempting to intimidate through size and voice. Grey brushes his hands and shirt off, cringing painfully as his mouth throbs when he twitches at the choice of word.

Taking off his glasses as he considers, the shadow wipes the glass clean before resettling them and looking unashamedly and confidently back at the other. “Jo and I have been friends, and more, for years now. She was open minded enough to give me a shot after I helped her out on the tail end of a few cases and proved myself not to be a danger /any longer/ to humans.” He speaks calmly, the words slurring together slightly as his mouth aches, eyes not leaving the other’s face as he watches for any sign of movement or a negative reaction. “I’m not dead for the same reason. I’ve been able to prove myself to Jo, our son, and other hunters alike. And.. I’d like to be able to prove myself to you.”

Bill’s jaw tics at that comment, the tightening in his shoulders and the quick spin of his knife in his hands once again seeming all too familiar, as he seems to consider whats being said and just how ineffective his attacks have been. “I’d like to go back to my daughter now, /monster/.” There is no recognition of anything Grey had said in his words, but the way his eyes are more speculatively focussed rather than  hostile, Grey hopes that means he has gotten a little bit through to him. Enough that maybe he won’t find himself with another silver dagger stabbed through his gut.

“The name is Grey. Or Jack.. whatever you’re most comfortable with.” He speaks quietly, already mentally storing away that he’ll have to be extra careful around this hunter than other’s. Not that he expected any more, as he knows any red blooded male would be reaching for the iron bullets at the thought of a human man touching their daughter’s let alone something they perceive as worth dying for the crime of existing. “I’m hoping I can show you, one day Mr. Harvelle, just how much your daughter and our children mean. And I’m willing to give you as much time to get to know them and speak to them as you want, but you’re not going to make me leave - no matter how much you hate me or how hostile and threatening. Your friend… Bobby has tried it already and come to accept m-”

“/Monster/, we’re /done/ here.” The words are hissed out, sharper than anything else, and if the awkward way the hunter drew back at the mention of the woman who had once been his wife was any indication, Grey could tell someone had brought him up to speed so far as his wife was concerned. “Take me back there.” It’s not a request, or a suggestion, but an order; and while the shadow’s teeth grit painfully together and the idea of being ordered to so something, he knows the best idea would be to listen to this man’s wishes.

Reaching a hand out, there's a blink before the pair are standing back in the brightly lit kitchen of the house that has become the monster’s family home. Not releasing his hold on the hunter’s shoulder, Grey tightens his grasp when the man makes a move to head into the hallway. “If you could stay in here, make yourself comfortable; then your daughter and grandson will be down after their afternoon rests.” This time it’s his voice that’s laced with the harsh tone that says there will be no discussion and that what he says will happen goes. When the other looks like he’s about to object, Grey hold up his hand, still slightly pinkish, to stop him. “Jo may be your daughter and Billy may be your namesake, but they are /my/ family too - and I will be making sure /their/ well-being is taken care of first and foremost.”

It’s like neither will back down for a long sharp moment before Grey can see the calculation of how strong he’s proven himself and just how unknown he is occur inside the hunter’s mind before the tension is released only slightly from his shoulders. Releasing the other from his grip, Grey turns sharply - still on edge and prepared for an attack - and heads out of the door, shutting the thin wood behind him as he heads upstairs to fish his Jo out of the bath and into bed for a while. Fully prepared to stand guard on the stairs until the required time for resting is done with. Just in case.

#5 - To Sir With Love: A Teacher’s Tale

There was something deeply unsettling about being the newest teacher in a well-established school, especially considering his actual situation. He was always jumping for the first few weeks that he spoke to one of the older staff members or the principal or her assistant, expecting any moment the fallacy of his credentials to be exposed. But after that didn’t happen, in fact most of the other staff found him to be quite charming and knowledgeable in the ‘self-taught’ manner which suited the fluidity of the subject Jo had asked for her older hunter contacts to give him for specialisation.

Of course, once the fear of being outed by the staff began to recede - his quick thinking answers and the slight flexing of his powers for answers or distraction when he couldn’t get around it - came a new brand of uncomfortable for the dark haired monster. All spawned from the first time he heard, five weeks into his employment signalling the first week of the school year, the tell-tale sign of giggling and whispers from his first class ever. Grey wasn’t sure what it was, but as he wrote out his name on the white board behind him and turned about to stand and wait, he could feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck at the hungry and almost desiring eyes on him from most of the females and some of the males in the class. That first class signalled just the beginning of the interest and his change of status among the students from 'fresh meat teacher’ to 'that teacher’, even if he wasn’t quite sure if it was a change for the better.

Three weeks into term and the arrival of the end of his senior year class’ preliminary 'refresher’ course is when things changed up again - with a slightly foolish idea that came from his hunt-exhausted partner one night when he was keeping her from sleeping by worrying about what to do next. “Just get them all to sit about and talk about themselves for a week. Gives you some time to come up with something and maybe spark an idea for you.” Which is what he very quickly decided would be his next class when the blonde turned over with her front to him and an unmistakably deviant smirk.

“Okay everyone, I know we’re a while into the year to be doing introductions and get-to-know you games, but now that we all know some of the basics and not so basic things, I figure before we start on our first big assignment it’d be good to understand what each of us can and can’t do, what we like and that sort of thing, right?” Grey’s - or Mr. Grey or Jack Grey, depending on who in the school was talking to him - voice started out strong as the class finally settled down in their early morning slot, outside of the quiet whispers he was sure were never going to go away, but quickly trailed off into an uncertain ramble as he looked out at his students. There was something deeply unsettling for him that he could catch that many people’s attention at once, not particularly fond of being in the spot light. “So, if everyone can grab a chair and move the tables and stuff so we’re kind of.. less formal?”

It took a few moments for the teenagers to click that they needed to move but it was pretty quick when they did, or from what Grey could assume given how often the other teachers complained about the lack of speed from the students. When everyone was settled down, forming something like a semi-circle in the room with his desk and whiteboard being the straight section with just enough space for all of them, the dark haired man moved around to the front of his desk and pushed a few pens and papers aside to sit atop it himself.

“Okay, how about we do a quick round of names and a bit about your family and then we’ll, I don’t know, let a free for all questions where you can ask anyone anything appropriate if you’re holding, um, this.” Grey reached behind him and tossed a small Spiderman action figure towards one of the geekier looking males in the class directly to his right. “One question per time you hold it though, so, yeah. We’ll start with you Josh?”

The boy, Josh, quickly said his name and talked about his pet rat for a few seconds before he handed on the figurine which quickly made its way around the circle to end on Elizabeth who has four older brothers. Grey then indicated for her to ask her question of someone and the game started, quickly revealing to him just how hilarious teenagers could be if left to almost unsupervised fun. That was until a bleach-blonde called Mary decided to turn the tables on him. “Mr. Grey,” her tone made him cringe internally, knowing what that meant from years of hearing it before something he’d usually deem 'inappropriate’ for most people, “what about you? Do you have any family?”

Grey caught the figurine when she tossed it across to him, as per the amended rules, and rolled it about in his hand before he answered. “I’ve got a lot of brothers and sisters. More than any of you at least, though I only really see three of them often - two brothers and a sister - and our parents are dead.” He passed the toy back to Josh, asking him a question about the cartoon style drawings he’d noticed the boy drawing regularly before the game continued.

Tracey, a rather plain girl Josh asked for her favourite hobby, then turned the attention back to their teacher with the same yearning eyes as the first girl but lacking the same potentially troublesome tone. “Is there a Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey?”

“No, I don’t actually have a wife.” Grey stumbled over the response a little and all at once was bombarded with the sudden perk in interest and joy within the class’ feelings that he threw up a hand. “Okay, okay, I think we’ve asked Mr. Grey enough questions - back to one another guys until the bell goes.” He tossed the Spiderman across to a boy called Brad before moving around his desk again, trying to ignore the dramatic sweep downwards in emotions as he pretended to fiddle with some of the papers in front of him until the bell went. Not knowing that he’d just sparked a school-wide interest in finding out about the private life of the new art teacher.

It wasn’t until six weeks later when the teaching staff and students were back from the Thanksgiving weekend that he picked up on just what was going on. Grey had noted an influx in interest from students and teachers alike about what his plans were on a weekend or what he was planning to do on Friday night - but hadn’t thought anything peculiar about the slight disinterest and annoyance at his vague answers about 'having a night in’ or 'I don’t know quite yet’. Though he hadn’t noticed the slight increase in whispers and eyes on his back, having adjusted to it and chalked it up to the general distrust and observance by students of their teachers to remain vigilant, nor the number of invitations for family or 'get to know you’ dinners from the other staff members.

What sparked off his awareness of what was happening was the innocent answer to 'What did you do for Thanksgiving, Jack?’ as he walked with the slightly aging maths teacher Donald Kelly that he spent it mostly with the kids and the almost deathly silence which followed. Grey looked about curiously as the older man shot him a confused look at the revelation that he had children. “It was Fiona’s first Thanksgiving with us, actually - or at least the first she’ll remember.” Grey added hesitantly, not sure how to take the incredulous look of the way his words seemed to be echoed through the halls by other voices to one another before the moment passed.

He shrugged it off for the next few weeks, answering the staff questions a little more freely about his family - or at least the children - and even retelling a few funny stories about his oldest child’s first day of school that year with some of his art classes as Grey began to feel more comfortable as time wore on. Still there was something strange about the way the questions were phrased - not asking about the children’s mother once. The dark haired man particularly found the questions or comments, most from that early morning senior art class, to be interestingly spanned with little reference or comment about whoever his partner was other than that they must have won the lottery if there was one. On occasion Grey wanted to set the record straight, but when he’d first talked to Jo about starting teaching she had warned him to give as little away about his real life as possible - and given the role of her within it, he was even more reluctant than talking about the kids now the cat was out of the bag about them.

It wasn’t until the next Monday morning lesson that he worked out what the true interest, other than what had been affectionately termed 'teacher crush’ by his lover, in his personal life was - when the middle of his class was interrupted by the sound of a young child crying and the unmistakable whining voice of a six year old.

“Mom, I don’t get it. I’m big, I can come with you! Uncle Dean used to go with his dad and not get left at home when he was my age.” The shock of blond hair peeking through the doorway before the whining tone changed to excitement as the light haired boy turned back to whoever he was with before entering. “I found him! Dad, Dad, tell Mom I can come along with her and not stay home this time. /Puh-lease!/”

The entire class stopped as the small boy, extremely small for his current age, barrelled into the room and jumped atop Grey’s back, clinging and practically begging him with bright green eyes. The dark haired man, shook his back, catching the boy around the waist before he sat him down again - hand firmly gripped in the other’s hair at the top of his head to stop any mischief. “What do you mean this time? She’s not supposed- Jo, you said you didn’t have any cases this week.” Grey’s, along with the stunned and quiet teenagers, attention went to the blonde who entered after the boy.

She juggled with the rather large baby bag over one shoulder and the crying dark haired baby, barely over a year old, in her arms as she looked back at him with a small frown. “Well I didn’t, but then something came up - close enough I’ll be back by the weekend. No one else is near enough to take care of it this time, Hun, I’ve got to go.” Jo shrugged her shoulder, baby bag dropped to the floor before Grey’s desk as she wrestled her hair out of the little girl’s grip and approached Grey.

“D-does Principal Evans knows about this, the kids I mean?” The dark haired man instinctively reached out both hands, letting the younger boy go to go start inquiring and talking to the stunned and smiling students, to take the baby from her, hoisted onto one hip as he added quietly, “You’re going to be okay with this by yourself? You’ll call in to-”

“-night and leave the numbers to contact and where I am, yes I know the drill, /Dad/, don’t worry.” Her voice mimicked both him and the young blond boy as well as she lent in to brush her lips against his in a farewell. “Everything is cleared with your boss, Grey, and I’ll call when I know you’ll be home. I’ll see you on Friday hopefully, /and be good for your dad, dammit Billy!/” Jo’s voice rose into a firm, yet still amused, tone as she caught the boy’s eye and headed out the room with another round of goodbyes - not even acknowledging the students as she left again like a storm, there one second and gone the next. Leaving in her wake a very energetic young boy, a now sleeping little girl, a slightly concerned but happy teacher and a shell-shocked classroom.

Right up until Mary, now with shockingly pink hair, shouted happily from her seat as Billy approached and began to stroke her hair in a typically curious child’s way, “I knew he’d be with a blonde girlfriend! Someone text Dylan for the betting to be closed!”

[yesterdayandkarma]

A revised and expanded version of Putin Ain’t Such a Bad Guy (a Draft Colloquy on CIA) by the esteemed and indefatigable poet and political philosopher Carlo Parcelli:

"Once you accept the fact that the CIA blew Jack Kennedy’s head off like a barn door in a cyclone, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know the CIA organized the slaughter of a million Indonesians in 1965 and the assassination of that country’s elected president, Sukarno, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize the CIA supported the Indonesian invasion of East Timor leading to the slaughter of a quarter of a million Timorese, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize the CIA has interfered and/or rigged hundreds of democratic elections around the world, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you admit the CIA has overthrown and/or assassinated dozens of democratically elected officials, Putin ain't such a bad guy.

Once you realize the CIA has destabilized Eastern Europe, the Middle East and Africa resulting in the death of millions at the behest of transnational corporations, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know the CIA ran a secret program funded in part by the Rockefeller and Ford foundations, to experiment with LSD on US citizens without their knowledge as well as research which included propaganda, brainwashing, public relations, advertising, hypnosis, and other forms of suggestion, all on their own people without their knowledge, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know the CIA overthrew the elected president, Mohammed Mossadegh, in a coup in Iran in 1953 to secure that country’s oil and installed the Shah, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi and funded and trained his murderous secret police, SAVAK, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know the CIA overthrew Arbenz in a coup in Guatemala in 1954 leading to decades of slaughter and oppression, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize the CIA attempted the assassination of Charles de Gaulle – twice, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you grasp that the CIA attempted to murder Gamal Abdel Nasser of Egypt several times, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you acknowledge the CIA in 1961 assassinated its own creation, the murderous Dominican dictator Rafael Trujillo because his business interests hreatened US corporate interests and only after thousands had been killed, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you understand the CIA in 1963 overthrew the democratically elected government of Juan Bosch again in the Dominican Republic because he favored modest land reform measures, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize that the CIA backed the tyrannical Somozas in Nicaragua and trained and funded their murderous death squads, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you admit that the CIA backed the despotic Duvalier’s in Haiti and trained and funded their murderous death squads, the Ton Ton Macoute, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you understand that the CIA backed the murderous ARENA party in El Salvador, were involved in the plot to kill 6 Jesuits, nuns and Archbishop Romero with death squads trained and funded by the US, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know that the CIA overthrew the elected government of Jean Bertrand Aristide in Haiti twice, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you know that the CIA used biological warfare in Cuba, forcing the hog population to be slaughtered twice, burned crops and poisoned water supplies causing hardship and starvation, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize that the CIA made dozens of attempts on Fidel Castro’s life and murdered dozens of Cuban officials, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you know that the US abetted the bombing of a Cuban airliner in 1973 killing all 73 aboard and protected the perpetrators Juan Bosch and Luis Posada Carriles in Miami for decades, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize that the CIA was behind the assassination of Patrice Lumumba, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize that the CIA along with Hillary Clinton ran a coup against the elected government of Manuel Zelaya driving him from office, putting drug running oligarchs in power and reinvesting in that country’s abject misery. Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you understand the CIA ran dozens of front organizations used to spy on Americans in illegal violation of their charter, Putin ain’t so bad.

One you know The CIA’s man in Uruguay in 1969, Dan Mitrione, ran a torture campaign against the civilian population much like the Phoenix program in Southeast Asia and elsewhere, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you remember the CIA backed the coup in Chile that led to the death of that country’s president, Salvador Allende, Commander of the Army, Rene Schneider and poet Pablo Neruda and the murder and imprisonment of thousands of Chileans, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you know the CIA’s Phoenix Program resulted in the murder of tens of thousands of innocent people including local mayors, intellectuals, school teachers, doctors, farmers etc. as well as Viet Minh patriots, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you recall that the CIA ran heroin out of the Golden Triangle through the Phoenix Program as well as running cocaine out Colombia, Putin ain’t such a bad guy. Once you grasp that the CIA worked with the Nicaraguan Contras and Colombian drug government catel to bring crack cocaine into America and then murdered Gary Webb for having exposed them, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize the CIA ran the heroin out of the Golden triangle that US troops got hooked on in Vietnam and the streets of major American cities, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize the CIA ran a heroin processing operation out of an abandoned Pepsi Cola bottling plant in Vientiane, Laos, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you know, thanks to Seymour Hersh, the CIA ran Operation CHAOS, a domestic surveillance and infiltration of anti-war and civil rights groups in the U.S. in a clear violation of [LOL] US law, Putin ain't so bad.

Once you know the CIA’s people broke into the Watergate to tap the Democratic Party headquarters on behalf of the Republican candidate, Richard Nixon, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you’re aware the CIA wrote a Freedom Fighter’s Manual which was disbursed to the Nicaraguan Contras and included instructions on economic sabotage, propaganda, extortion, bribery, blackmail, interrogation, torture, murder and political assassination, Putin ain't so bad..

Once you understand the CIA ran a guns down, cocaine up operation out of South America during the period of Iran-contra to the present, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize that the CIA is responsible for Islamic fundamentalism having supported the Mujahadeen against the Soviet Union which led to the assassination of the liberal ruler Najibullah, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you recall the CIA blew Orlando Letelier and Toby Moffitt to pieces on a traffic circle in the heart of Washington DC, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you realize that the CIA murdered their own former CIA director, Bill Casey, while he lay ill in his hospital bed the day before he was to testify before congress about CIA crimes, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you note that the CIA drowned another of its former Directors, Bill Colby, because he did testify somewhat candidly before Congress. Once you are aware that the CIA murdered one of John Kennedy’s lovers, Mary Meyer, on the tow path along the C&O Canal in Washington DC to shut her up about CIA crimes, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you learn that the CIA gave Frank Olson LSD without his knowledge or consent and then when he became a ‘security risk’ pushed him out of a 13th story window of the Hotel Statler. Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you know that in 1963 the CIA murdered its own proxies, Diem and his brother, in Vietnam, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize the CIA failed to predict the most important event of the Cold War, the Fall of the Soviet Union, Putin ain’t such a bad guy at all.

Once you know that the CIA worked closely with that homicidal pus bag, Henry Kissinger, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you are aware that the CIA has ‘meddled’ in hundreds of democratic elections around the world, destabilizing, deposing, staging coups and killing elected officials they don’t like, Putin shouldn’t even be on your fuckin’ charts.

Once you realize Uncle Slimey’s CIA has a long and unbroken record of working with fascists, dictators, drug lords and state sponsors of terrorism in every region of the world in its elusive but relentless quest for unchallenged global power, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you know the CIA attempted coups in China from 1949 to early 1960s, Albania 1949-53, East Germany 1950s, Iran 1953, Guatemala 1954, Costa Rica mid-1950s, Syria 1956-7, Egypt 1957, Indonesia 1957-8, British Guiana 1953-64, Putin ain’t so bad.

Once you realize the CIA staged coups in Iraq 1963, North Vietnam 1945-73, Cambodia 1955-70, Laos 1958, 1959 , 1960, Ecuador 1960-63, Congo 1960, France 1965, Brazil 1962-64, Dominican Republic 1963, Cuba 1959 to the present, Bolivia 1964, Indonesia 1965, Ghana 1966, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you accept the CIA staged coups in Chile 1964-73, Greece 1967, Costa Rica 1970-71, Bolivia 1971, Australia 1973-75, Angola 1975, 1980s, Zaire 1975, Portugal 1974-76, Jamaica 1976-80, Seychelles 1979-81, Chad 1981-82, Grenada 1983, South Yemen 1982-84, Suriname 1982-84, Fiji 1987, Libya 1980s, Nicaragua 1981-90, Panama 1989, Bulgaria 1990, Albania 1991, Iraq 1991, Afghanistan 1980s, Somalia 1993, Yugoslavia 1999-2000, Ecuador 2000, Afghanistan 2001, Venezuela 2002, Iraq 2003, Haiti 2004, Somalia 2007 to present, Honduras 2009, Libya 2011, Syria 2012 and Ukraine 2014, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

Once you understand the above represents only the tiniest fraction of CIA murders and lies, Putin ain’t such a bad guy.

[where-is-my-pen]

I saw someone claim, “There’s no evidence that swim with dolphin programs and closed-system habitats are detrimental to the animals.”

This, of course, referring to the various “Dolphin Encounter” programs offered by marine parks, and the state of the enclosures that cetaceans are currently house in.

First, let’s briefly tackle how Dolphin Encounter programs work.

You shell out a bit of extra money plus the cost of your day ticket to feed and/or swim* with the dolphins. The less expensive feeding option gives you a tray of fish to give to the dolphins.

*Depending on the facility, there is little to no actual swimming with the dolphins. You will get in the water with them in a wetsuit on an underwater platform and the trainer accompanying your group will go through a set routine and allow each of the guests to feed, touch, and possibly get towed by the dolphin. A photographer employed by the park is sometimes present to take pictures of the guests.

What are the risks?

Aside from being stressful and dangerous for the dolphins, there are health and safety risks for the guests involved. Zoonotic diseases such as tuberculosis and pneumonia can be passed between people and dolphins, and the water that the dolphins live in also happens to be the same water that the dolphins excrete (eg. poop and pee) in. Ingesting any amount of the dolphin water could lead to infection, such as MRSA or bacillary dysentery.

Aside from the risks to your health, there are the risks of injury. One of the more well-known cases of a park guest experiencing dolphin-inflicted injury is the young girl that got bitten by a dolphin at SeaWorld’s Dolphin Cove.

The conclusion that most people came to in this case was that the dolphin got excited at the sight of the tray (which I believe you are supposed to keep out of the dolphin’s view, hence the angled border of the pool) and subsequently lunged for it and caught the girl’s arm in the process.

In this video, a dolphin lunges in frustration after being repeatedly teased by the guest holding the fish just out of reach, in order to pose for a picture.

This video shows Silvana Straccia, a swimming with dolphins at Bavaro Beach in Punta Cana. Starting around 2:20 in the video, one dolphin appears to strike Straccia in the face with it’s tail, and another rams her.

She explains in the video description: “ while the first one throws me water in the eyes, the other one comes behind and hits my chest, and sank me under the water. “ She was in the hospital for 8 weeks for broken cartilage, and claims that she was made to sign a form saying that any accidents to happen were not the fault of the park: “ They do the same routine every 20 mins surrounded by strangers, with noise, and orders.. non stop!!.. I was told that if he had hitted me with the nose I would not be alive.. so i was quite lucky in the end. Poor them.. who is the silly one??.. Us.. I will never do it again, and not for the hit. Nobody should and their business would be ended. THey earn a fortune with no responsabilities, as they made me sign a paper before entering, not being responsible for any ACCIDENTS! so you cant claim... “

A dolphin swim experience in Miami. A dolphin charges at the man shown in the video and bites his forearm. It stops underwater in front of him, then heads back to the direction it came from, and appears to strike him with it’s tail flukes. The man floats on his belly and says “He bit me.” From the video description:

“Dolphin attacks my son while on summer holiday in Miami. South African family. Just come across this video from our holiday in Miami, Florida, and it made me feel sick as the day it happened and decided to post it onto Youtube, so you can see the ugly side of swimming with dolphins, don't think it's all fun. Be careful and remember, it's a business they're running. “

Another incident that I have to link because tumblr doesn’t want me to embed more than 5 videos: “Dolphins attack Josie” - 2 dolphins bite a woman during a “swim-with” session.

Captive cetaceans aside, wild cetaceans acting aggressively towards humans is not entirely unheard of. In fact, in many areas, entering the water with and/or touching wild cetaceans is illegal due to the risks to both human and animal.

“Dusty” the dolphin was a local celebrity of sorts in Doolin, Ireland. Here he is displaying quite aggressive body language via tail-slapping several times before ramming the woman in the water. From the video description, “The dolphin is believed to have struck the woman in the kidney area with its nose, leaving her winded and shouting to be rescued.”

Dusty apparently frequently injured people.

Tumblr won’t let me embed more than 5 videos on a post, so here are more links to wild cetacean-human aggression.

"When Dolphins attack” - 2 wild dolphins harass a woman and the person filming.

"Wild Dolphin Attacks Swimmers In US Town” - A wild dolphin bites multiple people in a canal.

“Pilot Whale Attack - original version” - A man and woman jump into the water with wild pilot whales, even touching one. One of the whales grabs the woman by the leg a drags her under. They were fined $10,000, but battled it for 3 years and the claim was dismissed.

You can point your finger at the people getting hurt by wild dolphins and say “Of course they got hurt, they shouldn’t have been in the water!” What does that say about marine park’s swim-with programs?

“Of course the wild dolphins attacked, they aren’t used to people!” Then how do you explain the captive dolphins also lashing out at park guests? It’s well-documented that even wild dolphins will harass swimmers, and yet marine parks continue to introduce the circumstances that allow these incidents to happen.

[lady-olive-oil]

Chapter 4

Prelude || Characters || Ch1 || Ch2 || Ch3 || 4

A/N: I have finally broken my curse of making it past 3 chapters of a fic!!! Here is another chapter for yall!! The events in this story are complete imagination, and I don’t own the characters of BP. Nor do I own the Divine Nine; Southern University or the Fabulous Dancing Dolls, I only own the OCs. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: none but heated tension and language

Word Count: 3,111 [I went all the way off and descriptive on this one]

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines @destinio1 @designerwriterchic @terrablaze514 @themyscxiras @sirenmouths @chaneajoyyy

Who ever said that homecoming only ended after the game, have never been down south. Parties at SU meant good times for all and just being together in unity and solidarity.

For homecoming weekend, lasts for a few days, leading into the following week. Tonight was like no other ordinary weekend, it is Greek night. All the black Greek fraternities and sororities get together and just chill.

Nefertiti was currently having an internal battle with herself, not knowing what to do about to properly. So she was currently staring into space reminiscing about the night before.

“Earth to Nefe. We gotta get ready for the bash tonight.” Nattie was fixing her natural curls at the vanity, applying her bold red lipstick to complete the look all together. Waving she hand in front of her best friend face, she finally got her to snap out of it.

“S-sorry. I uh- ahem. I’m gonna be honest with you Nat,  I couldn’t sleep last night at all.”

“I could tell. You were up at 4 am, eating cherry jello. Talk to me.” Holding her close as she could in a gentle hug, she rubbed her shoulders.

“I just don’t know what came over me. I was in the heat of the moment and to be honest, I kind of wanted to do it again.” With the affirmation finally coming from her, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

“I knew it! I knew you enjoyed it. But listen, you two need to talk this out. Get it out in the open and help your sisters stroll.” Nattie explained and made sure Nefe heard her clearly.

“You’re right. I have my sisters for a reason, plus we get our jackets. I just need mine, but Simone might have it.”

“I love mine. The nickname is perfect; Cleopatra. I rule everywhere I go, with the love of my life.” Nattie smirked and headed for the door.

“Enough about me. You two make me sick, Black Panther and Cleopatra. Sickening really.” Nefe joked a little and followed her sister out, earning her a gasp from the slight insult.

Do The Divine Nine of SU have stomp offs in the yard? You damn right they do, but that won’t be till someone calls someone else out. Currently everyone was in the quad of the houses kickin it.

After the kiss that happened at the game, Nattie gave Nefe a lecture, after a much needed detail session on what went down. As to why Melanie was in an even worse mood than before. Needless to say, she won a bet against their crew and made sure, Nefe would never hear the end of it. The bet was, that either one of the two would kiss before the year was over.

Upon arriving at the party, the Delta’s did their stroll along the other Greeks and everyone was having a good time. Enjoying each other’s company and just vibing.

Nattie was with T’Challa; Okoye was FaceTiming Daniel, (he already graduated), Nakia was perched on Erik’s lap and Nefe was just chatting with M’Baku on the balcony overlooking the party. He was just looking as rugged ever and handsome as can be. As the full moon shined on him, making his skin look luminous. He had in a silver chain necklace that hid in his black T-shirt.

“Now most people would be having fun, at these things but you, you choose to stand up here and watch from the raptures.” M’Baku called out to her as she made his way over towards Nefertiti, as she seemed to be in deep thought. Handing her an Angry Orchard Ròse, he noticed the look on her face.

“I feel horrible for what I did at the game.” Nefe started off, taking a sip of her hard cider. Glancing over at him, trying to not choke while taking in his appearance.

“It’s ok. Accidents happen. We’re grown adults and we understand that it was just an accident.” He reassured here but deep down he felt horrible because he didn’t want to feel bad about it at all. In fact he wanted to kiss her for so long, he was just too scared to do so.

Upon nodding in agreement, Nefe still felt uneasy about it all. The music from the party drowned out her thoughts a little.

“When did you get your jacket? I haven’t gotten mine yet and the probate was in spring, it’s fall now.” Focusing on to something else, she fiddled with her nails.

“Oh this old thing?” He held a smug smirk on his face and chuckle sweetly. “Got it this morning, Jonathan gave it to me. Simone should’ve given you yours by now, since you moved into the house.”

“Yeah. But I also live off campus too, remember? My dad's old studio apartment, is 30 min away.” Nefe couldn’t take her eyes off of him for one second. His smile was emasculate; along with his hair that was just shaved nicely and shaped. It grew back pretty fast from the pledging.

“Maybe you’ll get it right now.” He had pulled her jacket from behind him as a surprise. Simone knew how much it meant for her to get it so she trusted M’Baku to give it to her before she cousin finish up the nights activities.

“Baku! Oh my god I love it!” She immediately slipped it on giving a little show, before looking in the mirror.

“Lady Egyptian. I like it, It fits given that it’s my actual name.” She was awe over her jacket couldn’t believe it was all finally over.

“It suits you. Mine is ‘Great Gorilla.” M’Baku bit his bottom lip nervously, slyly checking her out.

Upon seeing his reflection a bit, she thought to herself; ‘Boy don’t do that. I’ll bite that lip for you. Oh god’ she knew she was in too deep.

“Hey you used your actual nickname.” Once coming back to reality, she shook her thoughts away, giving him her full undivided attention.

“Comes with the territory though, right? Being a Que, strong nicknames reign.” The arch in his brow made him look more dominating than before. The contrast of the royal purple and gold against his ebony skin, made him look ethereal.

“That’s true. But you’re also messing with a pink and green, so eh I can’t say much.” Returning the smirk, before taking another sip of her drink, earned her a chuckle from her friend. Glancing over at him once more, the chain caught her attention this time. He noticed hers as well and brought it up.

“New necklace? I’ve never seen it before.”

Looking down at her own chest, she pulled out the chain necklace that she’s had since she was a kid.

“This old thing? I had it since I was 12. My neighbor gave it to me before he moved away. Haven’t had contact with him since then.” Facing him properly, she dangled the right half gorilla quarter necklace for him to get a better look.

“He told me, if I ever feel sad, think of him and home. I miss living in Miami at times but Baton Rouge, is what I call home.” When she explained it to him a bit, a sudden light bulb went off. M’Baku had to think for a minute before asking her something important.

“Do you remember why he moved?” He asked curiously, nervous with anticipation.

“He just told me that his parents had better jobs in another country. Never heard back from him since.” With a slight shrug, she leaned against railing.

“He was the only boy who treated me nicely and didn’t make fun of me. I was teased when I was younger, you remember me telling you that?”

“I believe I do.” M’Baku was attentive for wanting to know more about his best friend. “You said he made you feel normal. Wanted even, and never left your side until he moved right?”

“Yup. Only lived next door for a month, till his family moved to go knows where. I keep the necklace and with me in hopes he’ll come back, but I haven’t had any luck.” Smiling down at the gorilla with joy, she sighed gently.

“Reminds me of my old friend I met here in the states before going back to Wakanda. I hated that I had to leave so abruptly, but my mother and father said we had to move. She was the most gorgeous girl ever. Tall too, and her smile just radiated a room.” The way M’Baku talked to Nefe about the girl made her heart stop and then speed up again.

Was she jealous over this girl who made M’Baku happy as a child? It’s possible, but not completely. Urging him to continue, she texted her mom to tell her how she was doing and what was going on.

“Where did you live in the states before you moved again?”

“Shreveport, Louisiana. My mother had friends there, along with a job opportunity and I asked to go with for bit. Born and raised in Wakanda, moved to the states at age 12, then moved back.” M’Baku explained, fidgeting with the rim of the bottle he held.

“I lived in Shreveport for a bit as well. Born and raised in Miami, summer’s in Shreveport and New Orleans. It was in the summer when I met him. Best friendship I’ve had for a month. He has the other half of this set.” The sweet smile made its way back on her elegant face, and was M’Baku’s turn to be feeling jealous.

He already had an issue with her being with Sean, the thought of possibly another obstacle coming, made it worse. He didn’t understand his feelings and neither do Nefe with hers.   

“How could a young man leave such a beautiful woman like you behind?” He still felt something was off about this whole thing.

“I could ask you the same thing, Baku.” Resting her head on his shoulder, she thought back to a time when she was happy: when she met Marlon.

That was the name he told her. Little did they know, things were going to go way south.

As if on cue, her phone started going off; a FaceTime call from her mom.

“Well this is weird.” Nefe inquired as she answered the call, M’Baku in tow.

“Hey ma! We were just talking about you. What’s going on?” With a tilt of the camera, Nefe has M’Baku wave to her mom and then he saw his mom.

“Mother? What’s going on? You two on a girls dinner or something?”

“Well not exactly. Remember how you were telling me about you and M’Baku talking about your past? Just a few moments ago?” Regina inquired.

“Uh yeah what about it? Something wrong? Did he come back?” Nefe was quick to ask, feeling her heart beating a thousand miles a second. M’Baku rolled his eyes at that and focused back on his mother.

“Not exactly darling.” Zola, M’Baku’s mother, had began. “There’s something we haven’t told you both.”

The two of them looked at each other in confusion, before turning back to their mothers.

“And that is?”

“Nefertiti, did M’Baku show you his necklace yet?” Regina asked which raised the suspicion even more.

“No ma’am, he didn’t.” Nefe responded and arched a brow. “Why?”

“M’Baku, Nefe. We haven’t been completely honest with you both. You see, the necklace that Nefertiti is wearing is the other half of yours.” Zola had finally broken the ice between the two, making them both laugh.

“Yeah, ok.” Nefe shook her head and smiled.

“Mother is this true?”

“See for yourself.” Zola nodded her head towards her son, whom followed instructions and showed his necklace.

Low and behold, it was the same exact necklace, except it was the left half. It could only mean one thing; they’ve been in each other’s lives since they were young and never realized till now. Setting her phone down on an available surface, to get a better position, so their mothers could see as well, Nefe was nervous.

“No fucking way.” They were both in disbelief and shock as to finding out this major secret. “How is this possible?”

“We didn’t know how to tell you both, we just figured you both will discover it on your own. I knew the day I was introduced to Regina, and I met her daughter around orientation day, I knew it was fate that brought you two back.” Zola smiled with such hope and determination, that couldn’t be matched.

Glancing up into his brown eyes, Nefe sighed gently and contemplated a bit. “Remember when I told you the necklaces were magnetic?”

“I believe so, yes.” M’Baku nodded and his breathing had increased.

“Let’s see if they still work..”

Holding up both pieces of the necklace; the two of them moved closer, watching the pulse of the magnet move them together and finally snap into place. The joined gorillas locked together, in harmony after all these years.

“It worked. I can’t believe it worked. After all this time, we’ve know each other since we were kids.” To say that Nefe was in shock, was an understatement. Rejuvenating even, but shocking.

“Now that you two have it figured out, we’ll leave you two, to it.” Saying their goodbyes to their mothers, the call ended and the room was quiet.

“Yeah. Who knew, I uh- wanted to also apologize for telling you my name was Marlon. I didn’t know if you’d like my real name or not.” M’Baku chuckled softly, holding on to her arms.

“I love your name. It’s unique and unexpected, just like you.” Smiling gently at her best friend, she noticed a butterfly like feeling erupting in her stomach. I wasn’t nausea, it was pure; honest, genuine feelings.

They both didn’t realize how close they were in proximity, as the necklace kept drawing them in closer.

“Uh what’s happening?” Nefe asked curiously but didn’t want to stop getting closer to him.

“I don’t know. But I kinda don’t want it to stop..” their noses were touching at this point. Breathing in each other’s air; engaging in the moment, as both of their heartbeats were beating a million miles per hour.

As if on cue, Nattie came rushing through the door to find her friends and was met with a surprise. “Guys! It’s time for the- oh shit, my bad. Sorry I’ll just be downstairs.”

Instantly moving apart from each other, Nattie gave Nefe a look that read ‘you better explain later!’ Before heading downstairs to the yard. The necklace shifted apart and felt back to their respective places.

“We should head down to the yard. Don’t wanna keep the crew waiting.” Fixing her hair a bit, Nefe made her way downstairs. Not looking back at him, but feeling her eyes threaten to let tears escape. She doesn’t know what her heart wants, along with what’s the truth.

“Yeah, we should.” M’Baku sighed heavily as soon as he saw her leave. Why was it so hard for him to admit that he has feelings for his best friend? He didn’t want to jeopardize what they had and that’s what kept eating away at him.

Adjusting his jacket, he headed downstairs as well. Putting in a brace face to join his frat brothers. The yard was where you’d lay everything out with your fraternity or sorority. It was now or never.

The yard was covered with the Divine Nine crews and students alike for the pure entertainment of it all. Melanie knew something was up between Nefe and M’Baku, and she wasn’t having it.

“You need to tell me what happened up there. It looked like pure lust, and unidentified feelings.” Nattie nugged her.

“I will tonight back at the house. What happened between M’Baku and I-” Nefe’s speech was cut off by the age devil herself.

“Leave him alone he doesn’t want you.” She shoved Nefe’s shoulder, as her girls got ready to stroll across the yard. The glare she threw back at her was nothing but lethal.

“Listen here little girl, don’t do it. I’ll take your man if I wanted him. Besides, a Delta with a Que is Coleman-Love. Try me.” Nefe spit back at her in so much sass that her girls heard it and sounded out the Delta chant.

“You against me? Ha, nice try, little miss Lita Lombada. Any Man that wants you, is clearly delusional. Why would M’Baku want a Diva, when he can have a princess?” Melanin flipped her hair and the AKA’s said their chant in an echo.

“Girl please. You’re just a ditsy princess,” Nefe got in her face this time. “I’m the motherfuckin Queen!”

“Y’all it’s about to go down! Look at my girl go.” Sean has a shot eating grin on his face, as the crowd roared in cheers and chants.

This only meant one thing: all hell was going to break loose. Sean was eating this up mainly because he knew how ticked off Nefe would get. But, M’Baku knows more than he does. Even though Erik and T’Challa were in different frats, they still had M’Baku’s back regardless. The look M’Baku gave Sean didn’t go unnoticed, as both guys held him back.

“Baku, don’t engage. We don’t need a war to break out.” Erik tried to calm him down, as T’Challa nodded in agreement.

“Let them settle it. No bloodshed yet.” T’Challa wa she voice of reason for the boys, like Nattie was for the girls.

M’Baku nodded in agreement and sighed gently, before watching the show. Hearing the dawgs barking behind him to rile up the crowd.

“Disty? You don’t want none of this.”

“Did I stutter? Clearly you can’t hear with all that glitter in your ears.”

“It’s on now. Ladies, let show them how it’s down.” Melanie and her girls got into position but, Nefe stopped before they could go.

“I believe the term is, ladies first.” Nefe smirked and winked at her, walking across her squad to fix their hair and stuff. Looking at the crowd with determination, while messing with her own braids. She breathed in and out before calling out the girls.

“I’m here to tell y’all who runs this yard.” Eying everyone one more time, especially towards Melanie.

“I said now Deltas!” She began the stomp yell and the girls followed.

“Yeah!?”

“You’re looking good today!”

“Well the deltas look good everyday. Ooop!” The crowd went crazy as the girls moved in sync, with precision and grace, that only a delta could possess. This was gonna be a fun night, regardless. But only one would come out alive.

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461 – Roman Emperor Majorian is beheaded near the river Iria in north-west Italy following his arrest and deposition by the magister militum Ricimer. 626 – The Avar and Slav armies leave the siege of Constantinople. 768 – Pope Stephen III is elected to office, and quickly seeks Frankish protection against the Lombard threat, since the Byzantine Empire is no longer able to help. 936 – Coronation of King Otto I of Germany. 1461 – The Ming dynasty Chinese military general Cao Qin stages a coup against the Tianshun Emperor. 1479 – Battle of Guinegate: French troops of King Louis XI were defeated by the Burgundians led by Archduke Maximilian of Habsburg. 1485 – Wars of the Roses: The army of the future King Henry VII of England lands at Mill Bay in Milford Haven, Wales to gather support for the Tudor cause before making its way to England and confronting the incumbent King, Richard III of England, at the Battle of Bosworth Field. It has been hypothesised that their arrival here introduced a hantavirus to the British Isles that would go on to cause the first confirmed outbreak of sweating sickness in England. 1679 – The brigantine Le Griffon, commissioned by René-Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle, is towed to the south-eastern end of the Niagara River, to become the first ship to sail the upper Great Lakes of North America. 1714 – The Battle of Gangut: The first important victory of the Russian Navy. 1743 – The Treaty of Åbo ended the 1741–1743 Russo-Swedish War. 1782 – George Washington orders the creation of the Badge of Military Merit to honor soldiers wounded in battle.[13] It is later renamed to the more poetic Purple Heart. 1786 – The first federal Indian Reservation is created by the United States. 1789 – The United States Department of War is established. 1791 – American troops destroy the Miami town of Kenapacomaqua near the site of present-day Logansport, Indiana in the Northwest Indian War. 1794 – U.S. President George Washington invokes the Militia Acts of 1792 to suppress the Whiskey Rebellion in western Pennsylvania. 1819 – Simón Bolívar triumphs over Spain in the Battle of Boyacá. 1858 – The first Australian rules football match is played between Melbourne Grammar and Scotch College. 1890 – Anna Månsdotter, found guilty of the 1889 Yngsjö murder, became the last woman to be executed in Sweden. 1909 – Alice Huyler Ramsey and three friends become the first women to complete a transcontinental auto trip, taking 59 days to travel from New York, New York to San Francisco, California. 1927 – The Peace Bridge opens between Fort Erie, Ontario and Buffalo, New York. 1930 – The last confirmed lynching of black people in the Northern United States occurs in Marion, Indiana; two men, Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith, are killed. 1933 – The Kingdom of Iraq slaughters over 3,000 Assyrians in the village of Simele. This date is recognized as Martyrs Day or National Day of Mourning by the Assyrian community in memory of the Simele massacre. 1942 – World War II: The Battle of Guadalcanal begins as the United States Marines initiate the first American offensive of the war with landings on Guadalcanal and Tulagi in the Solomon Islands. 1944 – IBM dedicates the first program-controlled calculator, the Automatic Sequence Controlled Calculator (known best as the Harvard Mark I). 1946 – The government of the Soviet Union presented a note to its Turkish counterparts which refuted the latter's sovereignty over the Turkish Straits, thus beginning the Turkish Straits crisis. 1947 – Thor Heyerdahl's balsa wood raft, the Kon-Tiki, smashes into the reef at Raroia in the Tuamotu Islands after a 101-day, 7,000 kilometres (4,300 mi) journey across the Pacific Ocean in an attempt to prove that pre-historic peoples could have traveled from South America. 1947 – The Bombay Municipal Corporation formally takes over the Bombay Electric Supply and Transport (BEST). 1959 – Explorer program: Explorer 6 launches from the Atlantic Missile Range in Cape Canaveral, Florida. 1960 – Ivory Coast becomes independent from France. 1962 – Canadian-born American pharmacologist Frances Oldham Kelsey is awarded the U.S. President's Award for Distinguished Federal Civilian Service for her refusal to authorize thalidomide. 1964 – Vietnam War: The U.S. Congress passes the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution giving U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson broad war powers to deal with North Vietnamese attacks on American forces. 1969 – Richard Nixon appoints Luis R. Bruce, a Mohawk-Oglala Sioux and co-founder of the National Congress of American Indians, as the new commissioner of the Bureau of Indian Affairs. 1970 – California judge Harold Haley is taken hostage in his courtroom and killed during an effort to free George Jackson from police custody. 1974 – Philippe Petit performs a high wire act between the twin towers of the World Trade Center 1,368 feet (417 m) in the air. 1976 – Viking program: Viking 2 enters orbit around Mars. 1978 – U.S. President Jimmy Carter declares a federal emergency at Love Canal due to toxic waste that had been disposed of negligently. 1981 – The Washington Star ceases all operations after 128 years of publication. 1985 – Takao Doi, Mamoru Mohri and Chiaki Mukai are chosen to be Japan's first astronauts. 1987 – Cold War: Lynne Cox becomes the first person to swim from the United States to the Soviet Union, crossing the Bering Strait from Little Diomede Island in Alaska to Big Diomede in the Soviet Union. 1989 – U.S. Congressman Mickey Leland (D-TX) and 15 others die in a plane crash in Ethiopia. 1990 – First American soldiers arrive in Saudi Arabia as part of the Gulf War. 1993 – Ada Deer, a Menominee activist, is sworn in as the head of the Bureau of Indian Affairs. 1995 – The Chilean government declares state of emergency in the southern half of the country in response to an event of intense, cold, wind, rain and snowfall known as the White Earthquake. 1997 – Space Shuttle Program: The Space Shuttle Discovery launches on STS-85 from the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida. 1997 – Fine Air Flight 101 crashes after takeoff from Miami International Airport, killing five people. 1998 – Bombings at United States embassies in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania and Nairobi, Kenya kill approximately 212 people. 1999 – The Chechnya-based Islamic International Brigade invades neighboring Dagestan. 2007 – At AT&T Park, Barry Bonds hits his 756th career home run to surpass Hank Aaron's 33-year-old record. 2008 – The start of the Russo-Georgian War over the territory of South Ossetia. 2020 – Air India Express Flight 1344 overshoots the runway at Calicut International Airport in the Malappuram district of Kerala, India, and crashes, killing 21 of the 190 people on board.

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