control_issues | Welcome Back? ((Rp for 12yrs

In the trunk of her car, Dani Reese carried the following: a spare tire with axel and crank, blankets, two flashlights, a highway safety kit, rope, a gym bag, holy water, an axe, and a shotgun with requisite rock-salt rounds.

She did not want to pin down an exact date for when those last three became common place in her life. Luckily, she was currently dodging green blasts of something, courtesy of a creature that was either a demon or an extra from a very messed up version of Sesame Street. So, no real time for thinking. Just shooting.

It’s not that she actively sought out cases featuring demons. That would have been ridiculous. It’s just that she was now, by default, the most knowledgeable person in the department about them. She knew when a case or a call for assistance sounded off. And she didn’t have a partner to weigh her down, so going to check things out didn’t mean she was risking anything.

Dodging another blast and flying away from a falling shelf, Dani grunted. This was going to take awhile, and she’d been hoping to get a jog in before it got too late. Annoying.

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"Hi, Reese," Charlie was mildly surprised to see his old partner staring at him but not too surprised. She had been getting into the shadows more and more just like him.

"Salt rounds don't work on that, by the way. Hang on." Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out the pile of nails he kept there. He threw a handful onto the Fae. Where the nails landed hissed and burned, causing the beast to scream.

"Fae don't like iron," he yelled over the noise. The creature thrashed and screamed, slowly dissolving away as the iron worked through it.

Reese, conversely, was incredibly surprised. By so many things!

"There are Fae? There are Fae now. You're here. Why are you here? When did -- there are Fae now? You're here?"

She looked from Crews to the pile of what-was-Fae and back again, holding her sleeve up in front of her eyes.

"There are Fae. They've been around for a long time." He had to side step as the thing lashed out at him.

"I'm here because we won. It's over."

Dani stepped back, patting down her pockets.

"I don't have iron anything. I think I have a tire iron in my car, but it's from Pep Boys. So. Probably not iron."

And wow, Crews was still direct, wasn't he? And not, at the same time. But good to know that the world wasn't ending. Dani shook her head. "That doesn't explain why you're here, Crews. Just why you're not somewhere else."

"That's okay, with that it'll spread through. Another five minutes and it'll be gone."

He tilted his head at her, somewhat confused. "Why wouldn't I come back here?"

That didn't make much sense to him. His home was here, Ted was here, Rachel was here. He hadn't left his life, just the place it was centered.

"Because you left." As far as it mattered to Dani, when people left they didn't come back. "Don't look at me like I'm the one who's not making sense."

She looked down at the pile of moving goo, wary. "Five minutes?"

"And now I've un-left." Charlie understood abandonment issues but he had come back to L.A. after his time in prison which had lasted much longer than his hunting. It seemed obvious to him that he'd come back.

He looked down too. "On average."

"I'm sure Ted will be happy," Dani said, picking her gun up off the ground. She hadn't given any real thought to him coming back, assuming that once he got a taste of life outside of the city that had put him in prison he would have sense enough not to come back.

But here he was. Dani looked towards the door.

"You've clearly got this."

With that, she started walking away. She had her limits, and Crews had reached them awhile back.

Welcome back, Charlie!

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