[Detroit!AU: the first to come was a fair maid]

[stilljustandrew]

Jonathan's vision was pretty well unmistakable. Gabriel's in danger, and doesn't know it -- or at least doesn't know the specifics.

That would be enough on its own, even if Andrew didn't more or less owe him his life.



Gabriel's nowhere to be seen at Milliways, and no one seems to have run into him in the past couple of days. Well, and that's normal enough; there's no reason he'd be here all the time, and plenty of reason to make himself scarce, all things considered. Maybe he's just back home.

Please just let this not be too late.

Andrew writes out a note at the bar giving Jonathan's vision in as much detail as he can, folds it carefully in quarters, and writes "The Trickster (G.)" on the outside.

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[mynamesnotmeg]

She throws him a hunted look even as she tries to push herself backwards, away from Joey. One of the guards reaches down and yanks her to her feet, then shoves her forward, into Joey's arms.

Jenny screams as he grabs her by her long hair and grins down at her, then picks her up with effortless ease and walks out of the room, followed by the guards that had brought them in. She's still screaming faintly somewhere off in the distance down the hall when Meg kicks the door shut and turns back to Andrew.

"You're a bright boy, Andy. I'm sure our little lesson wasn't lost on you, right?"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew swallows hard.

"You unspeakable bitch."

[mynamesnotmeg]

She laughs in his face.

"Flatterer."

[stilljustandrew]

His breath's coming faster, hoarse with rage.

(Rage is good. Rage is a support; something to hold on to.)

"You can tell your boss the answer's still no."

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Maybe for now," she tosses back. "But you won't deny him forever."

A beat.

"No one does. Not even your precious Sammy."

[stilljustandrew]

Two long beats.

"Someday." Very even. "Someday I am going to learn your true name, and when I do there won't be a deep enough hell to hide you from me."

[mynamesnotmeg]

With a single abrupt movement, Meg closes the distance, until she's practically pressed right up against him. She grabs his chin in her fingers, forcing him to look at her.

"Dream on," she breathes, her lips barely a whisper away from his. "You wouldn't believe how many others have said me something similar. They all ended the same."

"But you..." Her smile is slow, and murderous, and somehow terrifyingly sweet. "... you're different. I'm going to take special care of you, Wells."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew tries to keep the rage, fan it hot against the fear settling onto him like snow. It flickers, flares up, and sinks.

He could twist his head around and try to bite her hand; he could try to kick her again.

He swallows, and doesn't move.

[mynamesnotmeg]

Her smile widens at his lack of resistance.

"Now then."

A beat.

"Why don't we really get things started."

[stilljustandrew]

He shuts his eyes.

"Yeah," he whispers, his mouth completely dry. "Go ahead."






About two minutes later, he stops trying not to scream.