Jaime woke the next morning. He popped his neck and stretched, and quickly brought his arms back down to his right side, there was medical tape there. Lynn wrapped him up last night. "I forgot about you." he said, referring to his cracked ribs. Lynn could fix just about any ailment if given the right supplies. She was a medical assistant in a hospital for a while. She had done everything from broken bones to delivering children. Even a couple gunshots here and there. She saw the ER more than anywhere else in the hospital. Lynn had always joked that she pretty much was the doctor. "Doctor MacKenzie did a good job aye?" he said to himself as he stood and the pain hit him again. He groaned. "Yeah, she did." he smiled as he got dressed. He came down the stairs and turned to his left going to the living room. She was sitting down reading a magazine. Looking up at him and smiling, he felt a smile creep across his face.
"How's the ribs?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"Good shape. Thank you." he said. She chuckled.
"It's my job." she told him. "As yers is to go out and get broken ribs for me to fix." he swatted his arm.
"They're cracked, not broken." he corrected.
"Does it hurt?" she asked him, her voice borderline satirical.
"Yeah." he answered.
"Point in case." she pointed. "I fix boo-boos. Have done it since yeh were a lad." He laughed.
"Good to know I'm in good hands." he told her.
"The very best." she told him.
"So last night, you remarked on how you couldn't believe you let me go out and do what I do. Why do you let me?" he asked her. "If it worries you that much, I mean why not just say no?" he inquired. She couldn't help but smile.
"Jaime. Yer very resourceful. Ye would do it even if I said no. Yeh want to help people, yeh get that and yer brains both sides. I'd rather just let yeh do it and patch yeh up later than yeh stumble in all bloody and me not know what happened, also, Theresa would want this fer yeh. She wrote those books fer yeh. Ye discovered that two years ago. Now look at ye. Yeh've a better understanding of this than anyone I've met that's still alive. Just be careful please." he nodded.
"I know I know." he told her.
"No yeh dinna." she finished it. He wasn't going to push it. "So, that lass." he rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going. "Is she a possible pick?" she asked asked him.
"Possibly." he answered. She smiled. He scoffed, smiling and shaking his head.
"Yer just like yer dad when it comes to girls." he laughed. "Dougal was so afraid that Theresa was going to say 'no'. I was there when he proposed. Hell the entire family was. O'Maille and MacKenzie. It was tense." Jaime smiled, sitting down and listening. "Dougal had the ring out, and Calum was beside him, looking at him and joking around. The door made a noise, and he quickly put it away. Theresa walked in, arms full of groceries. She kissed him, exchanged words with Calum, and nervously remarked about both families being in one house. She walked into the kitchen." she paused, smiling. "She sat the groceries on the table, pulled out the bag of meat to go in the freezer and when she turned around, he was there, on one knee. She dropped the bag and kind of stumbled backwards. Tears were in her eyes. It was the most shaky speech ever." she laughed.
"What did he say?" Jaime asked, grinning.
"His exact words were-'Well shite, I had this entire speech planned out, but my mind just got fecked, so bear with me. Theresa MacKenzie, yer the most beautiful lass I've ever seen, and uh, well uh, I wouldn't mind spendin' the rest of me life with yeh. That is if yer up for it." Jaime laughed.
"That is great." Jaime said. "Propose to the one woman you want to spend the rest of your life with and you start it with 'well shite' brilliant." him and Lynn both started laughed.
"Yeah, I know." Lynne jested. "Theresa went to say it but her voice had disappeared. So she just nodded and kissed him. The following cheer was heard three blocks down." he laughed. "They were married March 22nd, and then a couple weeks later she announced she was pregnant with you. Then six months after that Dougal died." Jaime nodded solemnly "It was Dougal, Aidan, and Alaina. Died in what was known as an animal attack. It was a pack of ghouls. The only way I know that is because Theresa, Ewan, Calum, and I went searching for whatever it was. Found them, and killed them." Jaime nodded.
"Has our family always been into the occult and stuff?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Aye. It has." she answered. "So I guess it's only normal that you pick up after us." she shrugged. Jaime realized, she said 'you' correctly.
"Then you should be more lenient." he joked. She didn't laugh. He shrugged. There was a knock at the door. He turned and walked over to it. Opening it. It was Alexandria. She had a forearm splint on her left arm. "Damn..." he cursed quietly. She waved with her hurt arm. He opened it.
"Who is it Jaime?" she asked.
"It's me." she said nervously, peaking her head into the house and waving. Lynn waved back, smiling.
"What are you doing here?" Jaime asked her.
"Jaime!" his aunt shouted.
"How else do you want me to word it?" he asked, turning his attention to the already laughing Alexandria.
"I need to talk to you about something." she told him. He looked at her skeptically.
"Okay. My room is always good." he looked nervously over to Lynn who nodded approvingly.
"Lead the way please." she said, he nodded, walking to where the stairs were, she followed. When they got there, he motioned for her to go first, and she did. He followed her. "Which room?" she asked, pointing at the three doors.
"The one on the right is my personal library, the middle is a bathroom, and the one on the left is my humble abode." she chuckled and walked into his room, he closed the door behind him, and walked across the room to a chair that he sat in front of the bed. He motioned to her that she could have the bed. She sat down on it, and he sat down on the chair. "So what's up?" he asked her. She immediately kissed him again and sat back down. "You know, the more and more you do that, the fonder I become of you." he said, satirically, wiping his mouth.
"You saved my life." she shrugged. He scoffed.
"It's really nothing, honestly." he told her.
"Why do you just play it off? You saved twenty lives last night, especially a dumb girl who couldn't get out of the fucking way." he shrugged.
"I specialize in saving dumb girls that don't know how to get out of the fucking way." he told her. "What's up with your arm?" he asked her. "Did I do that?" he huffed.
"I blame the wolf." he nodded. "Are you hurt?" she asked him.
"It's nothing." he told her, stretching and then quickly coming back down, let out a grunt.
She scoffed. "Nothing, right." she said. He rolled his eyes and removed his shirt, showing her that his entire torso was pretty much wrapped. She covered her mouth in disbelief. "Oh my god..." she touched a bandage with the tip of her finger and he inhaled loudly, and grimaced and she jumped back. He started laughing. She scoffed. "Oh fuck you." she said.
"You're jumpy." he told her.
"Yeah, well considering what I've been through here recently." she looked at him with a faked scorned look. He laughed.
"Sorry." he told her. "I try to minimize casualties and I try to do it out of sight. Sometimes, I don't have a choice with my audience like last night." he told her.
"How long have you done this?" she asked him.
"This March will be a year and a half." he told her. "I found my mom's grimoires, or well books in sixth grade. I've went through more than half of that library. I'm well-versed in it, although I haven't had a chance to put more than half of my knowledge to the test. That's the third werewolf I've ever killed. I mostly deal with ghosts, exorcisms, and demonology." he told her. "The whole exorcist film? That shit happens. I've seen it." she raised her eyebrows.
"What all can you do?" she asked him.
"I can't manipulate solid matter. That's about it. I can manipulate fire. I can travel between the four planes of existence, I can-" she held up her hand.
"Four planes of existence?" she asked him. He nodded.
"The veil. Heaven, Hell, and here." he told her.
"What's the veil?" she asked.
"Alright, the veil. That's where all of the ghosts, poltergeists, wraiths and other shit that is invisible to our eyes, stay. It has many names, Limbo, shadow world, all that stuff. Now while it sounds like a real shithole, there are benevolent spirits there as well. Just good luck finding one. It's cold, it's dark, and everything knows where you are but you don't know where anything is." he explained.
"What is in the veil then that's so worth going there?" she asked him.
"The only thing that I've seen of measure in the veil is the Black City." he told her.
"What's so special about that?" she laid down on the bed, looking to the ceiling.
"From what I've managed to gather, it was the last stand of The Seven. They were an order of wizards in the middle ages that were trying to find the ability to subjugate a spirit and bend its will to their own so they could have its power. So they went to the veil, built that, and then died due to being overrun. Reaching it is harder every time." he explained.
"How so?" she propped herself up on her elbow.
"Don't worry about it. Subject for later. Anyway, how are you holding up?" he asked her, she shrugged. He rolled his eyes at that. "Verbal answer please." he said.
"I'm fine. I'm just worried about everyone else." she told him.
"Welcome to me every day of my life." he said, rolling his eyes and standing up.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
"I feel like I got smacked in the chest with a sledgehammer at full force. Other than that, I'm great. No casualties, no injuries." she tilted her head.
"You're ribs are cracked." she reminded him.
"The other party." he told her, stretching again, and again recoiling in pain.
"The wolf is dead." unconvinced, then scoffing.
"The other other party." He stretched again, and no luck, more pain.
"I have a forearm splint." she joked.
"The big group of people!" he said loudly standing up, making her laugh. He smiled, shaking his head. Sitting back down, he noticed she watched his every movement.
"You're very sweet you know that?" she asked him, he shrugged.
"I don't see how, I don't do much." he told her, shrugging.
"Jaime. You killed a fucking werewolf!" she told him, and he nodded.
"I did. There are bigger things out there." he told her, his voice almost cautionary.
"There are?" she asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Vampires, witches, warlocks, blood mages, necromancers. If you can find it in 'fiction' it probably exists." he told her. Dinna forget the angels and demons he scoffed as the thought crossed his mind.
"Angels and demons?" she asked him.
"All too real." her eyes widened.
"Can you teach me how to fight them?" she asked. He shook his head almost immediately.
"No. Can't do it." he told her.
"Why not?" she asked. He continued shaking his head as he stood up and walked to the doorway.
"Because, I'm not going to be the reason you get into this. You need a better reason than me. Once you get in, you dinna get out." he warned. "I'm being serious. Ever since I read the first book my mother left me in sixth grade, life has changed almost completely. You start looking at things differently and have a new air of paranoia about you." She turned to face him, shrugging.
"So? Look at you, you're fast on your feet, you think quicker, you have a solution for almost anything. I don't see why-" he stopped her.
"Yeah. I'm fast because I have to be faster and I have to think quicker than whatever I'm facing. If I'm not, and if I dinna manage to come up with a solution for anything, people die my lady. I canna let that happen." he explained, almost angered. He wouldn't be angry at her, she had a right to question him. Patience Jaime. She doesna understand you completely. You saved her life, her affection ends there He reminded himself.
"I'm...sorry if I angered you." she told him. He shook his head.
"You didna. I just don't want you leaping into something you dinna fully understand." Do I fully understand what's out there actually now that this is up?
"Jaime, do you even fully understand what's out there?" she asked him. Well shite
"I have a better understanding than most people." she scoffed at his reply. He heard something vibrate. Her phone. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked to see what it was. Her eyebrows raised a bit. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"I think so. Mom asked where I was. I told her I was visiting the MacKenzie's house..." she unlocked her phone and texted back. Jaime studied her body language and waited for her next reaction to the text that followed her reply. They waited together in a not-too-uncomfortable silence. He rather enjoyed it. Finally, it vibrated again. "Jaime..." he tilted his head, worried now. "...What does this mean?" she showed him an evocation circle. Shaky as hell. He snatched the phone from her and looked at it.
"Do you have any younger siblings?" he asked.
"Kelsi. She's two years younger than me. Into the occult stuff. I always thought it was just bs. But after-" he stopped her.
"Where is Kelsi?" he asked her. Worried.
"Not in the house." Alexandria told him. "Why?"
"Does her mother know where she is?" Jaime asked, very worried.
"No, that's what this is about." Jaime handed her the phone almost immediately.
"Yeah, we need to go now." he said, walking over to his dresser and searching for some jeans. He found some and quickly changed into them, she wasn't paying attention, only staring at the circle.
"What does the circle mean?" she asked.
"Evocation. She tried to call a spirit from the great beyond, or the veil, or somewhere. It's basic and it's shaky. Which explains why she's missing." he said, pulling off his shirt and putting on a longsleeve one. Finally he turned to her. "Jacket please." she handed it to him, he put it on. Then he was out the door and into his library. She followed. He looked for two books. "Exorcism and evocation...Aha!" he pulled the two books from the shelf. "Carry these." he said as he checked his jacket pocket for his brimstone. It was there. "Downstairs, go now." he said. She went and he followed her. They got downstairs and Lynn saw she had Theresa's books and immediately said something to them.
"Where yeh going with those?" she asked.
"Her sister is into the occult, thinking it is cool. She got snatched I'm fairly certain." Jaime told his aunt.
"Yer noot evan fully recovered Jaime!" she shouted.
"I don't see you going to get her then." Jaime pressed. "If I don't do it, she's stuck in the veil. If she's stuck in the veil, we know where she's going, and if she gets there, we will never get her back. So it's either me or she's dead." he finally finished.
"Jaime..." He snapped his head to her as he finished putting a boot on. "...Yeh canna help everyone. Yer a hero in my book but-" Jaime stopped her right there.
"That's what I do though. I help people. And if I'm a hero, what's that say if I let someone die if there's a chance I can stop it. I canna let her die just because you dinna want me to get hurt." he said.
"Yer such an O'Maille." she smiled. Jaime shook his head as he put his other boot on.
"Let's hope that the MacKenzie starts showing out soon, you've said that three days in a row now." he told her.
"Yer MacKenzie always shows, yeh look just like Theresa." He shrugged.
"Momma knows best." he said. Lynn scoffed.
"Look, just...Please be careful." she told him, walking over to him.
"Always am." he told her, smiling.
"Yet I always find meself patching you up." she hugged him. He returned it. "Find her, bring her home, scold her good." Lynn pointed to Alexandria on the last part. She smiled.
"Yes ma'am." he answered, opening the door and letting Alexandria out first. "I love you auntie." he said on his way out.
"I love you too boy." she answered, watching him leave. She smiled at him. He looked so much like his mother, yet it seemed like Dougal had forced his personality on the boy.