#this is done

Day 12 - Feast

Madam Secretary

Word Count: 516

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“The WWE superstar greets us with his presence,” Johnny exclaims as they push through the door.

Bryan snorts. “Hardly.”

They do a fistbump while TJP calls out, “Hey man, thank them from me for firing you? This shit wouldn’t have happened otherwise.”

Bryan cackles, throwing his head back.”I’ll see what I can do.”

He just wanted to rest. But he was alive now, and he had no idea why. He had no purpose, no path to take. His brother had told him they had free will, the choice to do what they wished. But he was aimless. Who was he, if not Michael?

Yeah. So this... This is it. Like...actually it. No, not everything is answered and not everything is resolved, but that's life, isn't it? But this is Michael's story, at least during his time in Hogwarts. I will be eventually doing a separate story with additional snapshots of the years afterward. But this? This is a finale of sorts.

aka the fic where david shifts after taking a bad hit on a job, and goes missing.

redacted audio: davey/angel, rated teen.

David takes a hit while working a job on the solstice, and goes missing.

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“We can’t find David.”

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“We can’t find David.”

Asher’s voice cracks on the words, his fingers twisting in his lap where he’s seated on the sofa beside them. He’d turned down the offer of water, soda - hell, they’d even offered him tea before the waiting had been too much, and the words had spilled out of him, so fast they almost swallowed each other, a torrent breaking through a dam. 

“He - he took a hit during the job, and he shifted. It’s been a few hours now. The rest of the pack are still out looking for him, but I- I came to you. You needed to know.”

His knee is bouncing at his side, more of that frantic energy that they’re used to from him, except that it’s more than that, so much more - and it makes sense now, after an afternoon of radio silence, broken only by Asher’s strained voice message, “I’m coming over.”

Missing. David was missing. Ash’s words keep swirling around their head, “he took a hit”, and they can only think of how he’d looked after the games, dust and smoke streaked along his skin, the way his blood had soaked through his security shirt and stained their clothes.