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Fandom Into the fire (1x1 MzHyde/Gallifrog)

John glanced at the remains on the way out. The plasma shotgun had reduced him to nothing. The wall were burned and smouldering in places, partially from his celestial fire. He looked down at his hands properly since the first time he'd set them alight, they were red and raw, but luckily there was no blistering to be seen.

"Yeah, good riddance. You okay to drive back?"
 
The house really looked like shit now but she just didn't care anymore. It hadn't been her home for a very long time. She was more concerned about his hands and her healing than she was anything else.

"Honestly? I have no idea but I can hardly just leave the bike here. This wound is being an utter bitch to fully heal." She told him truthfully.
 
John sighed, they were in a bit of a dillemma. The bikes wouldn't fit into Chas's cab, John had tried it before, but the dimensions were just wrong. They could leave the bike and ring one of the gang to pick it up, but thatwould require explaining in some state or form what they had been doing. And the longer they hung around, the more suspiscion they would attract. They could just walk and push the bikes but that would look ridiculous.

"All the options are equally shit. At this stage it would be easier to simply summon The House."
 
To say Kay's current state was making her feel like shit for making things problematic, as an utter understatement. She nodded at his only suggestion.

"Okay. Sorry for making things awkward for getting home. I know this is all my fault" She replied. She had no idea what that blade was made of or possibly had on it, but it seriously did a number on her. She knew she'd survive it just slowing her healing powers.
 
"Don't worry about it, and it's not your fault. Whatever you do don't beat yourself up over something you cannot control" he replied, as he reached out mentally for The House. It helpfully materialised in front of them, floating right above Kay's old house.

The building looked the same as it had done last time, albeit this time it had a grand staircase stretching from the ground to the front door. John unlocked his bike and took his and Kay's onto the stairs.
 
Kay knew he was right. She shouldn't best herself up about what went down. If she wasn't in pain then she'd probably take it on board a lot more. She used the staircase bannister to help herself climb up and walk inside whilst John took care of the bikes.

She leaned on the wall by the front door just inside whilst she waited for him. She was thankful the house didn't seem to have a problem with her to make her life more problematic. She decided that the moment they sat down she'd check the box out.
 
John entered a few moments later after stowing the bikes. The House returned to limbo once again. The last thing he needed was for somebody to spot the obnoxiously large floating house and call it in. That would no doubt set of a chain reaction of ridiculous proportions.

Once inside he leaned against the wall beside Kay and eyed up the box his thoughts fairly obvious. What was in it? And why was it so important?
 
She glanced over at John noticing he too was eyeing up the box. "Guess we should find out what's in it that the world so desperately wanted me to have" she commented. She was going to wait until she sat down but her curiosity couldn't wait that long.

She took the lid off and placed it under the box. Looking inside she saw a couple of bits that didn't feel important. The usual little bits that were trinkets of her mother's. A couple of letters were inside addressed to her, like on the box, she recognised the handwriting as her mother's. She'd read those later she decided, she knew it'd be hard to do and she'd rather do that alone.

Then she found a necklace that donned a pendant that was similar to a rune she saw in that cave form her dream, but it was slightly different. Pulling it out, she looked at it closely. It looked old, older than she could pinpoint that was for sure. Putting it down briefly, she rummaged a bit more to find more clues to her and her history.

Then a simple open note that stated 'you have the key Kay.' which she got confused about. "Key?" She questioned out loud, more to herself than anything.
 

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John watched as she rifled through the contents of the box. It seemed to be what he'd consider normal for a box of that kind. Jewellery in the form of a necklace, letters adressed to Kay and some other trinkety things. He read the note over her shoulder, just as vague and clichéd and as unhelpful as possible.

"Who knows, could be a metaphor, could be physical" he shrugged. "Check the box for any secret compartments while you're at it."
 
"I really hope it's not a metaphor after all this" she replied with a slight smirk, yet she wouldn't put passed her mother to be that person either. She did make her think her heritage was just a fairytale after all. John had a good idea when he suggested about checking for secret compartments.

So she did exactly that, she ran her fingers round all edges on the outside and inside when she felt something at the very bottom. "Think you're onto something" she commented, brushing the letters and other trinkets out the way. There was a indentation in the bottom in the shape of pendant on the necklace. "Really mom?" She scoffed. She pulled out the necklace and placed the pendant in the slot, as it pressed down she heard a lock click, and the bottom lifted ever so slightly, enough for her to lift up.

Opening it up she looked inside. She didn't find much, except for another note. She rolled her eyes. "Of course it's another note" she said sarcastically. The note read, ''the key is that pendant. Keep it safe. Constantine will hold the other half. Find it'

She read it, then read it again. She wondered how on earth her mother could have known about John and what the hell she was talking about.
 
"Rule number one of looking in weird scerte boxes, always check for hidden compartments." he smirked. Of course there was a secret compartment, it was almost too irresistible a trope to ignore. And just to make things even more movie like it was the pendant that opened it. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at this and go on a tangent about how typical it was.

He read the second note, scowling slightly at the mention of his name. If there was any doubt that Prophecy and Fate weren't controlling certain aspects of his life they were well and truly dissolved. It was borderline creepy. No scrap that it was creepy on at least eight different levels. "As cryptic and vague as ever."
 
She noticed his reaction to his name being mentioned. She can't say she blamed him for reacting that way, because she most definitely didn't. If the roles were reversed she'd have been creeped out and just left on the first train of hell no.

"I'm not even surprised by the vagueness anymore. I can't expect much from a woman who made me believe my whole life was a bloody fairytale. What I am surprised about is how the hell she knew about you." Kay replied with, sighing. She began feeling quite light headed by this point, and her vision was beginning to phase in and out of focus.

"John? I don't mean to be THAT person but I think I'm gonna pass out" she then commented, before slumping against him eyes closing.
 
He was about to say something about how maybe space and time worked differently that time isn't exactly a straight progression of cause to effect, it's more of a ball off wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey..... stuff? But no, that would make him looked even more 10th Doctor like than he already was.

John caught her as she slumped against him. Carefully he lifted her up and brought her to one of the many bedrooms in The House of Mysteries. At which point he began to examine the wound in proper detail, looking for any signs of poison or any other thing that could indicate that this was not a normal wound.
 
It was clear her wound wasn't healing properly. Unlike last time, when he first met her and she was passed out from the demon scratch, this wound was beginning to singe and burn. Like the black burn mark she had on her hand for a few hours after she woke from her dream.

The edges of the wound that had started to heal were almost black, whilst the main entry point inside was almost sparking. If Kay was awake she'd be able to tell John about how she read of the only thing that could harm her kind....iron. Eventually her eyes flickered open but it was Fee and not her. "This wound on Kay's body, it's down to iron." She told him, wincing from the pain that was being felt by her also. "that is why I cannot help her to heal easily".
 
"Bollocks" John groaned, more to himself than anybody or anything else. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of what he could do next. It was clear that the wound was not closing properly.

Thankfully her other half decided to grant him with some useful insight. Iron. "So is it a piece of iron imbedded in her or just a side effect of coming into contact with iron. And how do I fix/stop this?" His tone was controlled, panicking like a headless chicken wouldn't helo anything.
 
Fee could tell John was frustrated by the situation. The bond saw to that connection. "I fear it's both. Iron is the only thing that can harm a phoenix, and kill it. Small contacts like this, won't kill her, especially as it's her first contact with the element. However, this is a side effect to it. I do fear our new mystery individual didn't care to share that a piece of iron had chipped off that blade. Kay's body is trying to heal around it, to no avail so you have no choice but to remove it. With it gone, I can help Kay come back to you." Fee explained. Her tone completely different to Kay's. It was well spoken and calm.

Kay's body was beginning to heat up from the contact with the iron.
 
John nodded, removing debris from wounds? That he could do. "I can do that, but I'm going to have to re-open the wound in order to have more room to work." He warned Fee, pulling out his own blade, not iron, this was a silver alloy. He was lucky he always carried a variety of metal knives, or else he'd be exacerbating the situation by adding more iron to the equation.

Carefully he re-opened the wound and peered inside, his eyes narrowing. He couldn't see any shards. With one hand he turned on his phone torch and shone it into the wound. He could see the shard glinting at the back. Carefully he reached in with tweezer-esque tool and slowly, but surely eased out the fragment.

He couldn't see any more pieces, but he checked anyway.
 
Fee just nodded, she had guessed as much that that would be the case. Though she was thankful for the warning. The pain of the wound being reopened was not pleasant but she did not make a sound, unlike if it was Kay who would have called John all kinds of things she would not have meant.

Thankfully Fee could only sense that one fragment that he had already pulled out. The wound could already be seen to start the healing process. "Now it's down to me to give you Kay back." Fee simply said before her eyes closed. Kay's breathing started to normalise again, the black singing now fading as the surrounding area glowed bright ember as the wound stitched itself back together.

Kay would be out cold for a longer before her eyes did eventually reopen, wondering where the hell she was, before remembering she's at The House.
 
"Thanks for helping" John said in response, pretty sure that Fee would hear it. He spent a little while examining the shard of metal, before carefully tying it to a piece of string and shhoving it deep into his coat pocket.

John ended up half nodding off, waiting for Kay to re-awaken. He ended up sitting with his back against the wall, one leg up, one leg down.
 
Upon waking up she looked around and saw John sitting against the wall beside her. She groaned as she pushed herself up a bit to sit up a bit more. "Dammit..."she said through gritted teeth, looking down at her side where the wound was and seeing it had healed over, only a slight clue that she even had been attacked.

"He managed to help me heal you. But next time dodge attacks please, iron hurts" she heard Fee tell her. She leaned back on the bed debating whether to wake John or not.
 
John woke himself from the fog of pseudo-sleep. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings and Kay's swearing had been enough to rouse him. Johnlooked over at Kay who was now awake, and he noted that she was looking considerably better than she had earlier.

"Turns out a shard of the knife got left behind in your side, hence why the wound wouldn't heal. Luckily your other half proved herself useful, and I took it out."
 
She saw John wake and noted what he said. It now made sense to her why she was struggling earlier more than she should have been. It also matched up with Fee said about iron hurting.

"She just lectured me about that. Thanks for helping" Kay replied, she was certainly starting to feel better. She figured Fee got a rare thanks out of John when she was out cold. "How long have I been out?" She asked.
 
"And I'll re-iterate what she said, try stay away from iron, because even contact with it is enough to cause side effects." There was concern in his tone, but the kind of concern that people could only see in John when they knew him well.

He looked at his watch, then stood up and went and sat beside her on the bed. "Not that long, maybe an hour ish, I wasn't exactly keeping track."
 
"duely noted. One time is enough for me" she replied. She really didn't want to deal with iron again. She was honestly glad that she was even still alive. The tone of his concern did not go amiss on Kay. She was pretty damn sure it was the first time she heard that level of concern from him toward her.

She made more room for him on the bed when he sat beside her, she rested her head on his shoulder when he told her she wasn't out for long. "Thought I'd be out longer, so that's something I guess" she said, glad that she was getting quikcer at recooperating.
 
"I guess it is" was all he said. Now that he was awake his brain was full of questions, his expression lapsing into deep thought. How exactly did Kay's mother know about him? Was she commumicating across some kind of space void that transcended the laws of death?

Then there was the Mask from earlier. Who was the Mask person? Why did they wear a mask? What was it that was coming? How did they know? What did that parting phrase mean? Would they be seeing the Mask again. That one he did know the answer to, it was almost certainly a yes.
 

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