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Fandom Into the fire (1x1 MzHyde/Gallifrog)

The whole thing with her real father struck a chord with John. Without knowing he was doing it, he pulled her in closer to him, as if by doing this it would somehow make the pain of the memories vanish. There was no doubt in John's mind that Kay's father was an areshole. His last words made John think of his own father. Thomas Constantine, the areshole himself.

Before he could stop himself he found himself saying. "Your father sounds like a right areshole, he had no right to say that. He sounds kind of like me old man. Now anybody who says that there has never been a bigger bastard on this planet than me is wrong. Thomas bloody Constantine" John spat out the name like it was venom, the wounds both mental and physical his father left had clearly ran deep. "Now that man was a bastard of the highest degree." The hatred burned in John's eyes, just like the flames that had burned his father to death. There was a look of feral anger in John's eyes, the real, dangerous anger, that ate people up from the inside.
 
When John pulled her in tighter she mentally went off guard. She didn't think he'd ever be like this with her but he was. It surprised her and it made her feel safe. Here she was, a 31 year old woman feeling like a vulnerable twenty something that had found her safehouse and home. In reaction to his movements, her fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

Then came his words that cut through her own mental wall of her real folks like a dagger. They were so much alike and it seemed neither realised until this very moment in time. It made Kay think this was why they could talk to each other so easily at certain times. "He wasn't great no...seems like to me your dad woulda got on swell with mine. I still don't know what happened to mine. When mom died he was so toxic...I barely saw outside my room's four walls thanks to him locking the door" she told him.

She could tell John was filled with hatred by talking about his own father. It was evident in his voice and protective grip on her.
 
"Well, I know exactly what made my father such a twisted individual. Apparently he was a normal, decent bloke beforehand, but I never saw that part of him, so it could all be lies. " John ran a hand through his mess of blonde hair. There was still time to back out and leave it like that, on a cliffhanger. To not reveal such a personal thing about his life, and his past. But he also knew that there was no choice in the matter,. Either he or somebody else would have told her at some point or another, and it would be far worse for her to hear the truth from somebody else.

"When me Mam became pregnant for the second time, he told her to get an abortion. He already had one mouth to feed and money was tight. Added to this was the fact that this pregnancy was making her ill, draining her almost. She didn't want to, but he forced her to anyway. The abortion failed, and only made her more ill. She lasted until full term, but complications arose in childbirth. Turns out she had twins. Only one survived, the scrawny, runty one. The other one, the one that would have been the healthier of the two had he lived was long dead. Strangled with his twins umbilical."
John's eyes were staring straight ahead, focused on something far away, that only he could see.

"My father couldn't cope with the loss, so he took it out on his kids, particularly the twin who survived, who he tried to disown in the hospital. And that resentment festered in him for his whole life. It drove him to alcoholism, physical abuse, the works. But he's long dead now, rotting in hell where he belongs" John finished.
 
Kay stayed silent the entire time John spoke. She listened to him fully, not letting her get distracted for a second. What he told her horrified her and not because of him. She couldn't understand how a parent could harbour such hatred to that scale for their own kid.

There wasn't a single second of his story that she thought any of it was his fault, despite how he must feel or had drilled into him to believe. No one in their right mind could blame John. Deaths in the womb like that were a risk and from what she read more common than people like to believe, when it came to twins.

"I'm glad he's out your life John... He's definitely where he belongs for doing that to you." She replied to him simply but there was reassurance and truth in her tone. If she was him, she'd be find some closure in knowing where his dad ended up. Yet she just had a feeling he wouldn't think the same as her.

"Thank you for feeling like you can tell me...and thank you for listening to me" she said before she could even stop herself. She glanced up at him from her position in his arms, her hand hesitantly reaching up to hold the side of his face.
 
When she said that she was glad that he was out of John's life, he had to bite back to prevent himself from retorting with something like and he deserves everything he will get there. And I'm damned for putting him there, but I don't regret it at all. I killed the bastard, and would do it over and over again. That piece of information was something he was not going to spill that night. Instead he settled for "that makes five who feel that way, myself included."

Damn it! Why was she so good at getting this stuff out of him? Why on earth had he told her all this? He must be off his scone. "Yeah well, don't expect me to be going all mushy and being willing to talk like this every single night. I'm clearly out of my mind right now to be saying all this crap about myself."

(last post)
 
Kay couldn't help but smirk a bit at his retort to her thanks. Of course he'd come out with something like that. She wouldn't expect anything less from him. Looking at him with a slight raised eyebrow at his last comment she couldn't help but reply.

"Wouldn't expect anything else John. If you're out of your mind then do am I. Other than Sam no one knows what I told you. And Sam only knows because of adopting me." She told him truthfully, not breaking eye contact. She knew she should probably go to bed but breaking away from John filed her with fear of of what she'd dream or accidentally robin her sleep.
 
He nodded when she said that Sam was the only one who knew what she was telling him. Surprisingly there were more people who knew his past secrets than Kay's. "Same with Chas, considering we've known each other since we were kids, it would be impossible for him not know." He sighed before releasing a piece of John Constantine wisdom "everyone is crazy and fucked up in some way or another."

He wasn't thinking about leaving the couch, tonight, he felt would be one of those nights where he shunned the bed in favour of the couch. "Speaking of which, you missed Elliott"
 
Kay nodded at his comment about Chas. It sounded so similar to her and Sam. Sam's folks only adopted her because they were already friends with the Hale household and Kay was close to Sam. It made Kay's change in lifestyle so much easier. So naturally, Sam knew about her father and what he got up to.

John's next comment did bring out another small smile out of her again. She couldn't deny the truth in what he said. Kay then shuffled ever so slightly in his arms to rest against him once more properly. "I did? How's he doing?" She asked.
 
"Yeah, by no more five minutes. In his own words "Still feel like total shit to be honest, but I'll be better" " John replied, mimicking Elliott's accent perfectly. "He really looks like shit, evidently he hasn't slept at all since he left, but apart from that, he's okay. And exactly as predicted, he bolted right off when I passed the message on"

John smiled internally when he mentioned how Elliott had bolted right off. He was extremly curious as to what exactly the two were up to, but he'd promised he wouldn't pry.
 
Kay smirked at John's impression of Elliott. It really was uncanny. She could understand why Elliott wouldn't have slept at all but she still didn't like the fact he hadn't. "Well, whatever made him bolt out the door, I hope he gets some sleep at some point." She remarked, almost sounding motherly which wasn't like her normally, but Elliott every now and then brought it out of her.

"As long as he's okay though" she added, a yawn escaping her seconds later. It was still early in the morning, or so she guessed. She actually no idea of the time anymore. Kay went quiet after that yawn but didn't fall asleep. She just didn't know what else to say. Her mind was still figuring everything out, despite trying to shut it off for a bit.
 
"He'll probably end up burning out like he usually does in these situations" John sighed. He knew that Elliott was sometimes like an insomniac, he slept much less than a regular human, that was because of what he was. But every so often Elliott would push himself to far and crash out for a couple of hours, before waking up and not even being affected by it.

"He'll be fine though, he's stronger than he knows. Don't worry about it." And just like Elliott, John felt burnt out too. For the second time that night, he simply just dropped off on the couch without any warning or noticeable signs.
 
Kay had to trust John when it came to Elliott. He did know him best after all. The moment he told her not to worry about it, she wanted to say something but knew better of it. She was finding holding her tongue was beginning to be one a new habit.

She felt when he fell asleep just from her position. She felt his breathing change and like earlier, she found it soothing and calming to her. Due to that she did eventually fall asleep and luckily had no more vision type of dreams that terrified her. Instead, she just slept through with only the odd dream that was a bit more positive.

The next morning she slowly stirred awake still on the couch, as she tried to process her surroundings. Falling asleep in John's arms almost felt a dream to her.
 
John slept soundly for the rest of the night. He rarely if ever deamed, but when he did they were nightmares or some kind of premonative warning. For the majority of nights, he just fell into the black void of unconsciousness. That night was one of those nights. He just slept there on the couch.

He didn't wake when Kay did, her movements weren't enough to wake him from the deep sleep thta had claimed him.
 
When she realised that it wasn't a dream at all, she relaxed again and stayed cuddled up to him. Glancing up she noticed he was still asleep so she figured she'd make the most of being able to be like this with him. It was a rare thing that he'd even let her be like this, and as he instigated it last night, she wasn't going to give up on it just because she's woken up.

She outstretched her arm though carefully and grabbed the TV remote switching the TV on quietly so she had to something to focus on. Nothing particularly interesting was on as it was still early but it was something to stare at. She put the remote back on the table and slithered her arm back to its original position of hugging John.
 
John wouldn't wake for quite a while. He hadn't been sleeping well recently. It wasn't nightmares that prevented him, it was the inability to shut off his brain enough to actually fall asleep. He'd had too many questions swirling around his synapses, digging in and refusing to let go.

But somehow those questions weren't affecting him. Maybe it was sleeping on the couch, maybe it was getting some honest answers out of Elliott, maybe it was because of Kay being there.

But he did wake eventually, and it was clear even from the way he sat up, that he was back to his normal self. Yesterday had passed and it was business as usual. "Bloody 'ell. How long have I been out for?" He asked, stretching himself out to try and get rid of the stiffness in his neck.
 
When he eventually woke, she sat up to let him stretch. Moving though, made her a bit chilly as she had gotten comfortable and warm wrapped up in John. She pulled the blanket around her, it slightly off one shoulder. Her hair sweeped over one shoulder.

She could tell he was back to his normal self and smiled when he asked how long he'd been asleep. "A while but I figured you needed it, so just let you sleep." She replied to him, warmth in her voice. She unfolded her legs as she sat up one leg was tucked under her. "You want a coffee? I'll put some on" she asked him, standing up. Even if he didn't want any, she sure did. There was just something that felt so different to her this morning between them but she couldn't place it.
 
"I'm turning into Elliott" he muttered to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck, until the pain vanished. "Sure, why not" And as was typical he was starving. He hadn't eaten the day before, as Kay was well aware. He also stood up amd wandered over to the kitchen area.

He pulled out the leftovers from yesterday, and leaned against the counter and began eating. "So what's the plan? Besides dragging Elliott and Chas into this whole debacle, I mean?"
 
She smiled walking into the kitchen area with him and she got the coffee going. Seeing him go for the left over food she prepared she was glad it was being eaten as she leaned against the worktop. She was concerned about him not eating yesterday but then again, she got why.

"I was going to check out the book you gave me to start with. See if there's anything in there that I missed from my last read." She said, her response hinting she had read the thing cover to cover practically. "Other than that I'm not really sure. But the book has to give me something. It helped melding my soul back together so it has to have something about my words dreams" she continued.

When the coffee brewed, she made two mugs and slid one over to him on the worktop, before picking up her own and holding in her hands taking in the heat through the mug.
 
"Sounds like a plan. I'll just go piss off some old friends, maybe grace the snob woth my presence, see what I can find out." He lapsed into thought. "I could check The House, there might be more texts in the library there. Even if it's not pheonix related, it could be useful."

John took his mug, which happened to be one of Elliott's. It showed the poster for the original Jaws movie, along with the words, "we're gonna need a bigger boat." "Maybe Ell's gang might be of use, maybe not. I still don't know their entire skill set, so I'll have to ask him." But so far it seemed that a trip to The House was in order.
 
She smirked at his comment about pissing off old friends. "Typical John" she thought to herself, she took a sip of her coffee letting the dark liquid warm her throat and wake her up more. There really was nothing like the first sip of coffee in the morning to Kay.

"I'm coming with if you see people. I wanna hear whatever is said for myself." She said defiantly. Putting her mug down briefly she put some bread into the toaster. "I'm gonna grab the book" she said, it was clear she wasn't prepared to just sit back and stall in getting answers. Walking to her room, she picked up the book and reemerged to the kitchen, putting the book on the table whilst she grabbed her toast and placed a slice in her mouth.

Sitting down she opened the book, beginning to scan through the pages.
 
John did not want Kay involved at all. Sure she could hold her own, but these friends would manipulate her and exploit any possible weakness for their own gain. "That is an awful idea. These guys barely tolerate my presence in the first place, plus it usually ends in fight of some sort. And besides, I'm going to The House first." It would be easier for John to traval around from The House of Mysteries than from the grotty flat.

He pulled out his phone and sent texts to both Chas and Elliott, informing them briefly of the plan. Neither responded yet, so he started going through his e-mail and Instagram feed. At some point he'd been added to one of Elliott' gangs various group chats, along with Kay.
 
She looked up at him when he told her what an awful idea her going was. She scowled and looked back through the book. Was he trying to stop her because deep down he cared or he really didn't want her there? She wasn't sure but he'd never deterred from tagging along before. So she hoped it was the first thought that went through her mind.

"Fine...but I'm not sitting around here alone John. I'll go insane" she replied to him. As she flicked through the book she came across a page she could have sworn was never there before. It was a picture of a human phoenix in white surrounded by flames. It shook her to her core and she stumbled backwards as she stood up. "What the....?" She gasped. The woman in the photo looked exactly like her. Even the hair was the same. She couldn't understand how this was even possible. Her hands began to shake. The background even looked similar to what she saw in her dream, a burning moors.

'the FlameBird is the key to the phoenix race. Her rebirth from both phoenix and human will start the road to a new world for all phoenix and she will find the one she's destined to be bonded to' read the description under the photo.
 

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John rolled his eyes at that, of course she'd say something like that. "So you'd rather I leave you alone in the mysterious house full of magical and ridculously objects that would probabaly try to suck your soul out or possess you if misused?" He snarked back, before taking a slug of the coffee, it was actually very good.

"What? What is it?" He asked, noticicng the shock in her voice. Whatever it was, he had a feeling he needed to know about it.
 
She decided to ignore his snarky response. She just didn't want to be in this place alone, no matter how safe his apartment made her.

Kay managed to snap out of it long enough to pick up the book and show him. "I'm not imagining this...am I? That female phoenix looks EXACTLY like me? Down to every little feature. John, this page was not in here when I first read it cover to cover. But now it is..and...the caption written under it. Find the one she's destined to be bonded to? What the hell?!" She said, her voice still showing how much it's freaking her out.
 
John walked over and looked at the page. He blinked, then looked again, scrutinising it in greater detail, his eyes nrrowing. Kay was right. He saw it too. This was far too accurate to just be pure chance. And the caption. The caption freaked him out, he knew exactly what that meant. Internally he groaned, not another prophecy.

"I see it too. You're not imagining it in the slightest. This book is old magic, Elliott could feel the power from it when I dug it out. So a page apperaing isn't impossible. I'd go as far to say that the book moght be somehow connected to you."
 

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