jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
James smiled a little, looking at the safe in front of him, closing his eyes as he rested his hands against the cool smooth metal. Ignoring the slightly uneasy sense that had been following him for days, focusing on the knowledge that he knew how to crack this safe. Knew how to do this. Spinning the lock, he smirked to himself at the sound of the tumblers falling into place, before going utterly still as the lock dial spun around, feeling that sense of danger hitting him all the harder. Yea, that totally wasn’t a accident. Locks didn’t magically spin by themselves. They needed a nudge.
And as he turned to face what he already knew would be there as the feeling solidified into a actual warning, he held up his hands. “I can explain.”
“You better.”Alex said, because staring down the barrel of a gun with his sibling on the other end, was not making him a happy camper.
~~**~~
James turned his head, looking at the woman standing at the end of the bed. Frowning slightly as he considered her. The soft blue hair that was a unnatural color in the human world, but to a man who’d seen the fae in all their glory, knew that the subtle mixture of color was completely natural. Wide blue eyes, and skin as pale as snow, but it made her look beautiful instead of skin and washed out like most did when they were that pale. For James, she was as familiar as his own face, or Alex’s face. A part of him that had been there for as long as he could remember. But this was new. It looked like she was solid enough for him to touch. Sitting up on a elbow, he reached towards her as she spoke.
“Help me.”
“With what?”
“help!”Even as the soft urgent whisper reached him, the sound of the phone shattered the dream around him, sending him flailing about for his phone. And even as he answered, he knew whatever was on the other end of the line, it was bad news.
“James?I’m calling in that favor.”Alex said, his normal slightly boston accented words clipped and short, a sign that his brother was so stressed that he was starting to lash out at the people around him, and was holding himself on a tight emotional leash.
And as he turned to face what he already knew would be there as the feeling solidified into a actual warning, he held up his hands. “I can explain.”
“You better.”Alex said, because staring down the barrel of a gun with his sibling on the other end, was not making him a happy camper.
~~**~~
James turned his head, looking at the woman standing at the end of the bed. Frowning slightly as he considered her. The soft blue hair that was a unnatural color in the human world, but to a man who’d seen the fae in all their glory, knew that the subtle mixture of color was completely natural. Wide blue eyes, and skin as pale as snow, but it made her look beautiful instead of skin and washed out like most did when they were that pale. For James, she was as familiar as his own face, or Alex’s face. A part of him that had been there for as long as he could remember. But this was new. It looked like she was solid enough for him to touch. Sitting up on a elbow, he reached towards her as she spoke.
“Help me.”
“With what?”
“help!”Even as the soft urgent whisper reached him, the sound of the phone shattered the dream around him, sending him flailing about for his phone. And even as he answered, he knew whatever was on the other end of the line, it was bad news.
“James?I’m calling in that favor.”Alex said, his normal slightly boston accented words clipped and short, a sign that his brother was so stressed that he was starting to lash out at the people around him, and was holding himself on a tight emotional leash.