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Now that I don't necessarily hate what I am I've been enjoying my differences a lot more. On days that I don't work I like spending time at the cafe with Maggie. A good part of the time I like doing that in my wolf form. While my mind is still my own there's something about being in canine form that makes it easier to focus on the here and now and take joy in the little things.

The customers, at least the regulars, have gotten used to me. They don't know I'm also Jack, Maggie's boyfriend, they just think I'm the friendly wolf-like dog that likes to play with them. I've even had a few kids ride me around the shop. It's hard to hate what you are when it makes little kids giggle. There's something about the freedom of being in my wolf form that makes it okay to be... playful.

Which is what I'm in the mood for right now, playful. That's why I'm here at the shop as a wolf, eagerly greeting costumers at the door or making a nuissance of myself with Maggie and the other employees by weaving myself around their legs. I could get used to being playful.

detectivecontrary

Normally Levi's trips to the coffee shop was something that he looked forward to, a comfortable ritual and a way to group himself by seeing his oldest and closest friend. Today though, it wasn't quite the same. Today he had business.

His face set in a grim mask, he pushed open the door to the shop and made straight to the counter where a cup of coffee appeared in front of him. He hadn't even noticed who put it there, if it was Maggie or someone else. Folly had seen it's share of troubles over the years but he was worried that this might be more serious than any of them.

Taking the small vile out of his pocket, he tilted it side to side, watching the liquid gold inside swirl and shimmer. A tiny vial and it might bring the entire town to its knees.

youngpadawan

Yeah, she was not dealing with the whole young Harry thing or she was. But it was the kind of dealing that meant not looking at the Boss's- well, everything. Yeah, her schoolgirl crush on the older mentor type apparently only got worse with age. His age, his age being her age and not of the forbidden fruit type. Or maybe she just really liked Harry. Which was, you know, also a big possibility. God!- sorry dad- She liked Harry which was great and all and yet... still not getting a whole lot of anything. At this point she would take negative bases or something to deal with the whole stress of it all.

So, she was stress baking. Which, you know, not a great plan when you're a wizard with very little access to cooking things and also sucked at cooking. The apartment kind of looked like some sort of baking demon had attacked them or just a really sexually frustrated wizard. And she was totally going to ditch all responsibility of said mess until later. All she wanted was a freaking cookie.... One cookie and maybe coffee or a beer and definitely sex. Except she couldn't have sex because stupid Harry.

She'd wanted to ask Harry about it but he was young and hot and yeah, she was not asking Prequel Harry about if sex was going to make her powers influence others negatively around her. She was not going to ask that at all, so she was going to eat cookies instead and not think about how hot Harry looked without a shirt... dripping wet from the shower... yeah she was not blushing, it was just the heat.

"I need a coffee and a cookie or cake stat. Like give me all the sugary things," Molly said ordering at the front. God- sorry dad- she wanted a good, hard... cookie. Definitely cookie. Nothing else at all.

Stupid Harry Dresden.

bobdaskull

There was something to be said for our current residence. Most of that something was wrapped up in the young woman currently in the kitchen baking something or other. While she had yet to give in to my preference to be set on the floor under her counter, I was nothing if not optimistic about a change of heart.

Unlike Harry, she found me charming. It was a nice change. She also looked better in a skirt, which was a plus in any situation.

The young druid and I had spent the morning talking and sharing magic knowledge and now she was doing whatever she did to make the place smell good enough to make me wish I could still eat and I was propped on her counter, watching the varieties of humans and what she called preters both on the street and in the cafe itself.

All of which was better than a dank basement in a cold Chicago boarding house.

irishcoffee

It's still strange to me, not being at the cafe all hours of the day. Arriving at five in the morning to start the day's baking, staying until past six in the evening to clean and right the place for the next day had been the rule.

Now it's the exception. Turns out, having someone to wake up next to in the morning makes leaving bed to mix scones the absolute last thing I want to do when the sun starts to lighten the sky.

Two assistants take care of morning and evening prep and cleaning. I breeze in around ten in the morning and head out around four when Jack comes by to pick me up on his way home.

Some days I don't make it in at all.

Today, though, I'm readying the cafe to welcome the equinox. Pumpkin spice lattes, muffins and breads. Hot cider and thick, rich stews will take the place of the chilled beverages and fruit from the summer.

Based on the smiles I see from the people coming through the doors and reading the day's menu board, the changes are welcome ones.

youngpadawan

Another streak of light flashes outside and hells bells I am ducking and covering and heading for the nearest shelter. Big brave wizard scared of an itty bitty thunder, well yeah kinda. May have caused the thunder or you know it could just have been that the spell I was working just happened to time itself to a freaking thunderstorm and hey, it isn't my fault. Yeah, I don't believe me either. Harry's going to kill me.

Solo wizardry, this is where it gets me. Okay, so I should've known better. Me and magic? It's temptation and bad things and all kinds of dark side but the spell was just there and it was so easy. And yeah all I wanted was a little bit of magic, bit of age on Harry so he'd stop treating me like a kid and now, yeah storms and I'm hoping that's all that's gone awry. Road to Faerie is paved with good intentions right?

I duck, t-shirt plastering against my skin as the rain covers me and I run heading towards home. Harry's home. He better not be in, he's going to say I told you so and all kinds. And HELLS BELLS the wards. Apprenticing 101 Take Down the Jedi Master's wards before you fry yourself alive.

I mutter a word, slinking through before raising them up behind me. Storms behind me but Harry's home is ahead. And that's safe right? I couldn't have gotten the spell that wrong, could I?

irishcoffee

It wasn't every day that a new arrival came to the Folly genuinely happy to be there. I got a lot of shock, the occasional screamer, tears enough to make a waterfall off the highest peak, but never someone that just plopped into one of the barstools, and ordered coffee and a muffin.

I didn't get any real sense that he was happy about it for any nefarious reasons, but I knew I'd be sending my preternatural investigators around to introduce themselves just in case.

In the meantime, he was a really pleasant guy with a great laugh and a flirtatious nature that he bestowed on anyone that came in for coffee, male and female. He'd even asked me out once, but backed off graciously enough when I told him I was with someone (with the obligatory remarks about it 'always being the good ones' and my lack of outward symbols that I was off the market.)

From then on, I told him more about the Folly, he told me more about himself and we genuinely had a fun afternoon, laughing with each other.

everywere

I'm not a morning person. Or a morning... whatever I am. Maybe it's the cat part of me but I hate getting out of bed in the morning. I can do it if I have to but I don't like it. Fortunately the amazing woman I share a bed with is very understanding about that and when she doesn't have to get up early for works she stays in bed with me.

Scooting over I press up against her back, her smaller form half curled up on her side. I know she's awake but I'm glad that she's still here. I'm always happier when I wake up with her neck to me. I curl my body up around hers and put an arm over her, wrapping it around her and pulling her close before I nuzzle along the back of her neck.

detectivecontrary

He knew that you were supposed to keep track of these sorts of things, how long you've been sober and all of that, but he hadn't been. Of course, it hadn't been a true sobriety. The unfortunate thing was that Levi really did need the pain medication to deal with the headaches. He had been rationing them carefully, limiting himself to how many he could have a day and trying his best to keep the actual amount he used under that number.

He was having some success with that but he still hated that he had to do it. Levi wasn't sure if he'd ever stop feeling like a junkie. It was pathetic, or at least he felt that he was. Every day at work he saw what happened to those types of people and it made him feel like his life was a lie. Like it was just a facade covering up who he really was.

Sighing he collapsed on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Maybe my family was right about me," he said. "Maybe I am a useless disappointment."

irishcoffee

It was without a doubt, Maggie's least favorite day.

Mother's Day wasn't far behind it but she only had vague memories of her mother. She'd been six when the woman had dropped back out of The Folly. Long enough for Maggie to remember her, but not long enough for anything to remain in her mind beyond little shadows in her mind.

Her father's exit. That she remembered clearly, considering she'd been the one that found him when the last of his attempts to bring her back to the Folly had failed. Magic drained after five years of these attempts, he'd been unable to fight the depression, unable to see anything beyond the loss of the love of his life.

Unable to see the daughter he'd be leaving behind.

She'd seen first hand what magical exhaustion did now that she was fully in her magic now. When she'd been eleven and sent to her foster home, it hadn't been as easy to see at all. She still hated him for leaving, still wished she'd been enough to keep him from giving up, but now, she was a little more accepting of it all.

When she saw a vaguely familiar woman at his gravesite, it took everything she had not to pull the earth, wind and water to her to blast the woman, and the trash around the headstone, into the forest so deep even Bella wouldn't be able to find her.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

detectivecontrary

Levi had finished some of the leftovers that Bella had made the other day, which were getting increasingly more edible as time went on, and glanced at his watch. Bella would probably be home in a bit. While he didn't say anything to her, he did consider it their home now since she spent so much time there. Or maybe it was just because he wanted her to consider it hers too. Sometimes he felt he still had to dance around some things with her, but no more so than he imagined you would in any committed relationship.

Earlier he had been planning to go out with her, maybe some dancing, but he had a headache that was killing him and being around a lot of people would only make it worse. He'd taken as many pain pills as he dared but he'd interrogated a suspect earlier and had been forced to use his ability to get information, which always taxed him.

Since he was feeling no pain though, at least other than his headache, maybe it was best if they took advantage of that. He knew that the sex was best for Bella when he was as physical as possible and sometimes his human limitations got in the way of that. With the pain pills though, he'd be able to go harder, at least tonight. He'd feel it tomorrow but it would be worth it.

Smiling, he decided that's what he'd do. A night in. It sounded perfect.

youngpadawan

"It is too hot," Molly called out from the doorway, struggling with the paperbag of shopping as she attempted to lower and reset the wards all at the same time. Making a frustrated noise, she kicked the door too before setting down the food and well, mostly beer on a side table. Pulling off the hooded sweatshirt, she made an ew face at how hot she was before resetting the wards carefully. And she only broke out into a mild sweat at that, her control was getting better and better. "I have cold beers, you better not be naked because I have cold beers."

And her libido could not handle a rough, scruffy naked Harry. It was bad enough she had to be his student already with him knowing about her stupid crush let alone seeing him rough, scruffy... naked. She really needed to stop thinking about that. Molly knocked gingerly on Harry's bedroom door, pushing it open and pretending not to look by covering her eyes and holding out the beer.

"Beer, sweet untainted beer. It's a microbrew, from a genuine pub." Molly said, peeking a little. "Harry? Are you in the shower?"

justthemessenger

Sam was busy with yard chores. He had never imagined that he would be living on his own, busily working at yard work. His dad would be utterly, utterly shocked that Sam was doing it voluntarily and wondering why he was never so eager back home.

Of course, back home he was doing it for his dad, not for his ridiculously hot neighbor. Never mind that she was a bit older, she was still crazy hot and with an English accent that just did things for him. So he did things for her, like mow her lawn.

Which was huge, but that was okay. He didn't mind. Sometimes Ms. Jones came out to check on him or offer him lemonade or something and that made it all worth it. Especially in the summer when she wore shorts that showed off legs that went forever and then some.

Pausing to empty the bag on the mower, Sam wiped the sweat out of his eyes and looked out across the giant back yard, noting that he was still only about half done. He eyed the pool longingly, wondering if he could jump in for a quick dip to cool off before continuing on.

vamp_warden

The first thing she noticed was the scent. She knew every animal type in this forest. Knew them, had consumed most of them.

This one was different. It wasn't animal. It wasn't human. But it was in her forest and she was by God going to find it.

With a burst of speed, she followed the scent at her normal speed, the trees blurring past her as she ran.

kilnfired

It had been a fabulous night, getting away from the colony for a while, a dinner out with someone who had no pain that pulled at her. She'd felt almost normal.

Until the burning had started in her stomach, turning everything she'd eaten to acid. The idea that she'd end the fun night by spewing because they'd been gone for a few hours had decided against dessert at the restaurant. But the chocolate cake had looked so good...

Now it sat on the coffee table in the efficiency apartment above her studio while coffee brewed in the kitchen area for them.

"Thanks for agreeing to come back here for dessert with me," Brigid smiled over at the woman sharing her couch. "I don't know what happened."

irishcoffee

Maggie dumped the last full dustpan into the garbage can and surveyed her cafe.

Broken tables, the pastry case smashed, coffee and tea tins turned into a sludge that had covered the floor. And like a cherry on top, every bag from the dumpster upended in her kitchen.

Once she'd made her post to the main community and the last of the crime scene unit Levi had left after taking her statement, and ranting out more than a little anger over what had been done.

It wasn't the first time she'd had to endure hatred like this - she was the only Donnelly left in the Folly, she was the direct descendant of the town's founder. She'd known from the time she was in her early teens that she had a big ass target on her back.

This was the first time it had ever hit something she cared about; something she loved. She didn't know whether or not to be scared or pissed off, and that upset her even more.

When the bell over the door chimed, she bit out some of that upset.

"In case the big 'Closed' sign was misleading, the only coffee being served today is out of a thermos and the pastries are on hold until I can get the garbage out of my ovens."

detectivecontrary

Levi had been enjoying the pleasant weather they were having lately, which had been a nice change after the storms of a week or so ago. It wasn't quite warm enough for him to switch away from his regular morning coffee, but it was getting there.

Sipping from his mug, he took another bite of pastry before checking that morning's news paper. Since Folly was relatively small, nearly everything was news. There wasn't anything too interesting though, nothing he didn't already know from work, so he folded it carefully and left it for the next person.

Taking a bite of his Danish, Levi leaned back in the booth and enjoyed the idea of a relatively relaxing work day.

gatherglass

It hadn't taken him long to find out where the garage was. Just one question at the first mechanic he'd found (hot redhead) and he'd been told where she'd worked. He'd also, unfortunately, had to field and decline several offers for the Chevelle he had on collateral. He already knew he was going to spend a few happy moments remembering the one guy's offer.

He stopped that imagination train before it could get going and pulled into the lot of Alex's place and got out to saunter towards the bay. The gods were definitely smiling on him today beause when he found her, she was bent over the car and he was able to take full stock of her ass. Damn. Just...damn.

"You know," he said when he was composed enough for speech, "if you wanted to keep the car you could have just told me."

everywere

I check all the locks and alarms again, even though I did that all on my last sweep. Routine is both an enemy and an ally. As long as I don't use the routine to become lazy and remain alert, it's my ally. Not that this place is a likely target but lack of vigilance is an enemy.

I can hear the training drilled into my head, even if I don't remember where and when it came from. Like everything else I know it's just there. No memory of how or why, just there.

I hear a sound, faint, but definitely there. No human could hear it, but then I'm not human. I don't know what I am, exactly, but I'm not human.

I sweep the flashlight back and forth, although I keep it on more to blind others than help me see. I can see perfectly in the dark, just like I can hear things a human shouldn't. I take a deep breath and I can smell that whatever it is, it's a human. Or at least smells similar to a human.

"Who's there?" I call out.

youngpadawan

Harry had done a thing. This was definitely a Harry thing. If she had to guess on how much of a stupid Harry thing that Harry had done? It was definitely at about a nine, which on the Scale was akin to wearing a leather and metal bikini around a giant fugly slug creature. So, Harry had done a thing Again and she had to pick up the pieces. In her towel. Yeah, Harry had definitely done a thing worth killing for. Or at least Mom level of scary glare at him.

"And he would've gotten away with it to if it hadn't have been for those darn pesky kids, come on Obi-Wan not really getting the whole point of this little lesson!" Molly said to the air, raising her hands above her head and almost giving a couple of hey, faeries and just her kind of faeries. "You guys want to help a girl out and in return I promise I'll buy you guys a slice of pizza?"

Yeah, who was the big bad faerie tamer that would be her. Now, all she had to do was get some clothes, get her magic on and find her stupid ass Captain oh Captain. Wherever he was, he better have his damn coat on him because it was cold. And was that a door? She was definitely going to exit stage right because damn that place smelt like coffee.

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