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Ficlet(s)

Summary: Individual pieces can lead to the whole story.

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Multiple Crossings > General > Ficlet Collections - OthertootsFR154723,89213119,8651 Aug 111 Nov 12No

No Time

“Are you sure?...No, wait, I think I see him,” Oz heard a harried woman say from the mouth of the alley and a few seconds later, he felt someone tap his shoulder.

He deftly slid the stake he’d just stabbed a vampire with up his sleeve as he turned to face her. “Yes?”

She looked at his hair, then the beads at his throat and wrists, and said into the phone, “I gotta go.” She hung up then gave him a bright smile. “Hi. I’m Piper. We need to go now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“No time,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she pushed him a little bit. “Run.”

He’d been taking orders from unassuming women that had more power than he did for as long as he could remember so he obeyed on instinct. But then he heard it, the distant crack that could only mean one thing. Cain had found him. He shoved her to the side and dodged the other way, taking the bullet to his right shoulder instead of center mass.

The silver began to burn as he staggered back against the wall, using it to hold him up as he edged along. Piper was sticking close to the opposite wall, eyes flicking between him and the direction the bullet came.

“Most demons don’t use guns,” she said warily, feeling him out.

Oz closed his eyes as his control slipped and Boy strained his bindings. “Werewolf hunter,” he said, opening his eyes and watching her freeze. “Pelts bring a pretty penny.”

She blinked, then looked horrified. “He wants toskin you?”

“Alive,” he said shortly, applying all of his focus to keep putting one foot in front of the other and to keep Boy contained. They weren’t going fast enough because he heard running footsteps and growled, “Hide. He’s coming.”

Her eyes widened. “The wolf or the guy with the gun?”

“Hopefully just number 2,” he said honestly. She’d probably saved his life; it was only fair to warn her.

She slid in behind a dumpster just as he picked up Cain’s scent. He heard Cain breathe, “Finally,” and closed his eyes. He could let go and Boy might save him but probably not and it wouldn’t be worth the carnage if he did.

Piper popped out from behind the dumpster, hands sharply flung out. Oz looked at her, incredulous, then behind him where Cain was frozen, rifle at the ready.

“Huh,” he managed.

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re surprised? Not that many people know about demons.”

“You’d be surprised,” he said and, oh hey, that was an idea. He slid down the wall as he groped around in his pockets for his phone.

He pulled it out and the screen lit up immediately. “Oz, you’re bleeding!” Dawn yelped. He’d forgotten that they’d been magicked to trigger on blood but that just saved time.

“Happens when you’ve been shot,” he said and she gasped. “Cain,” he thought to add and tilted his phone to show her their new statue. He felt his skin ripple and swallowed, handing the phone to Piper. “Freeze me.”

She heisted, then took the phone as Dawn babbled at them and his neck arched.

He saw her bring up her hands and closed his eyes.

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