the edge of rory


A/N: I was asked by @kaya174 if I was going to do a second part to this, and I didn’t intend to but here we are! 

Part one

“So Doctor?” Amy asked swinging round the console as the doctor flicked switches here and there with a skip and and a jump. “Yes thats me” he grinned then paused suddenly “sometimes” he corrected before continuing with his jumping. “How many rooms are in this place?” she asked
“Yeah, I found a door labelled ‘scone room’” Rory said pulling a face and the doctor shot him a look “What’s wrong with that?” he asked “I like scones” he said with an additional mutter under his breath. “Yeah, but it leads to questions, how many rooms?” Amy asked again.
“Oh I don’t know um… a lot?” he said as if too many things where going on in his head and throwing his arms in the air as he thought. “Hang… on” he said pausing suddenly as if he was realising something that should have been obvious. “There’s something else… what is it?” he asked, the doctors voice had become caring and soft. “Doctor, what’s the room with the wooden door?” Amy asked curiously with a bounce as she made her way over to her best friend. His face fell. Why do all the latest companions keep asking? “Nothing, forget it” he said and tried to fake being the excitable puppy he usually was. “No” Amy said dragging out the letters in her Scottish accent. “What is it? Only door to look like its falling apart, so it has to be something” she said following him as he danced around the centre of the TARDIS. “Well of course it has to be something, it can’t literally be nothing, thats impossible. But it doesn’t matter, just leave it.”

“Right well then–“ she said before glancing at her husband and nodding. Before the doctor could stop either of them they had disappeared into the TARDIS corridors. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the console so that his head could rest in the palms of his hands in exhaustion. “Why Y/N does no one ever listen to me?” he muttered out loud.

“Amy?” Rory hissed as he followed her down the corridors. “He said don’t”
“Yeah and when do I listen to him? There is something about this door and its important” she said. On reaching the door she reached out on of her perfectly manicured hands and twisted the handle. “It won’t open” she complained
“Mind out” Rory said and she moved to one side trying to open it as well but still nothing. “Move” said a soft voice behind the pair made them freeze, look at each other with a sideways glance  before turning around to see the doctor stood there. His face was forlorn, that sad expression he did when he was thinking about the past. “Donna found this room as well…” he said and smiled sadly a little bit “I really ought to hide it better” he mused.
“Doctor, what’s in there?” Amy asked again. “Something I tried very hard to forget about” he sighed before stepping forwards and pushing the door open without even trying.

On walking in Amy and Rory saw the same thing Donna Noble had done all those years ago; dark and dusty filled with the same furniture. The TARDIS may have changed but this room is a constant. “Doctor… what is this…?” Amy asked “and who is she?” Amy pointed at a picture frame on the vanity table, it was of a girl with Y/C/H and a kind face. “She um…” it was as if the doctor was struggling to find the right words to explain what had happened, or didn’t want to. “Hang on, is that a… a cot?” Rory asked and the doctor smile sadly “Um… yeah.”

“Doctor, do you have children?” Amy asked and he shook his head “She was going to-“
“She being?”
“Y/N she was going to have a baby” he said and tears began to well in his eyes. This regeneration of the doctor is much more open emotionally than the last one.  “My baby” he added before falling on the bed, face first. What Amy and Rory didn’t know was that he had fallen onto your pillow. Breathing in the sent of your perfume that lingered behind, preserved by the TARDIS just like everything else in the room. “Doctor?” Amy asked carefully, glancing at Rory and creeping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His head rolled over to look at her, his eyes red and tear streaked cheeks. “What was she like?” Amy asked in an attempt to try and cheer him up. “She was… she was like a star… my own personal star that stayed with me. She was… she was Y/N” he told her before sitting up slowly to look at the pair. “We where going to have a baby… she worried it was going to have three heads or a space face” he chuckled remembering.

“I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say something like this has never happened before?” you asked and he glanced at you from behind the console with a frown. “You mean…?”
“I mean” you said jumping to your feet, facing him and forcing him to stop jumping around and look at you. “What if its got I don’t know… three heads or a space face?” you pulled a disgruntled face
“A space face, whats that supposed to mean?” he asked looking almost offended and going to play with something on the console. “Oh you really bother me sometimes” you huffed “you know what I mean!” he shot you another look “Time lord” you pointed at him. “Human” you pointed at yourself. “Baby” you pointed at your stomach. Tears welled a little in your eyes as you began to panic and your heart began to race. He saw the fear on your face and sighed stopping to walk round and pull you close into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead. “No, this hasn’t happened before… but I promise Y/N that I’ll keep you, both, safe.”

“What happened to her?” Amy asked pulling the doctor back to reality. “She died. She had gone to labour…” the doctor trailed off again as the tears over took. Amy’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart broke. “Y/N died… I couldn’t save her, the baby was too much like me. I killed her” he cried.

anonymous asked:

Feverish, pukey, and emetophobic Rory?

“Come on, Rory, you just gotta let it happen,” Foster encouraged.

Rory shook his head, his arms wrapped tightly around his middle as he knelt in front of the toilet. Foster sat on the edge of the tub, waiting patiently, but Rory was still fighting it with all his willpower.

He saw Rory’s stomach quiver, his throat bobbing with the effort of suppressing a gag. He sighed, placing a comforting hand on Rory’s back.

“I know you don’t like it, but it’s gonna happen. You’re sick.”

“I don’t have to throw up,” Rory said adamantly. He burped a little, his cheeks puffing out before he released a shaky breath.

“Do you want me to get you some water? Sprite?” Foster offered.

Rory shook his head, his mouth opening instinctively as his nausea peaked. He closed it again quickly as though his body had betrayed him. He was shaking, and Foster couldn’t be sure how much was fever and how much was fear.

“I’m not going to be sick,” Rory said again, his voice strained.

Foster nodded, keeping a hand on Rory’s back. “Okay, okay. Just sit here for a minute until you feel a little better, and then you can go lie down, alright?”

The heave took them both by surprise. One minute Rory was sitting listlessly in front of the toilet, and the next he was lurching forward with a deep, guttural retch. Foster scrambled to gather his hair back from his face as he coughed, sucking in a few panicked breaths before another heave sent a wave of watery brown vomit splashing into the toilet.

“I told you that you needed to puke,” Foster said, holding Rory’s hair back loosely in one hand and rubbing his back with the other. He immediately felt bad for the comment when Rory raised his head, tears spilling down his cheeks.

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Starry Night

Summary: Luna and Nyx tell their daughter the story behind the stars and how they watch over us.  Based on @swabin10‘s story (coming soon).  If you want even more backstory behind this headcanon, you’ll have to wait patiently for her comic.

Day 3 FFXV Rare Pairs Week
Prompt: Dancing/Fairy Tales

Pair(s): Noctella (Noctis/Stella) & Lunyx (Lunafreya/Nyx Ulric)

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anonymous asked:

since the new year is upon us, i was wondering what your fave lgbtq books of 2016 were? (bonus: what are your top 5 of all time?) also, how's 2017 looking in terms of lgbtq books? hope ur having a good time!!

Oh man, 2016 was really my favorite year for LGBTQ books ever, so that is a tough call. ALL OF THESE ARE TOUGH CALLS. Let’s see…

2016 top 5 (in no particular order):

Last Seen Leaving by Caleb Roehrig
If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo
When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore
A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith
Strong Signal by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell

All time…yeah, I need more time with this question. But if I were splitting up into categories, I’d say this is my knee-jerk:

Fave MG: George by Alex Gino
Fave Gay YA: More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera
Fave Lesbian YA: Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown
Fave Bi Boy YA: the upcoming Autoboyography by Christina Lauren
Fave Bi Girl YA: Hmmm… this is too hard; I have a few major faves, and two of them are books coming from Ashley Herring Blake in 2017 and 2018.
Fave Trans Boy YA: When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore
Fave Trans Girl YA: If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo
Fave Non-Binary YA: Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin
Fave Intersex YA: None of the Above by IW Gregorio
Fave Ace YA: …it hasn’t been announced yet but it’s coming in 2018. (And I also have super high hopes for Tash Hearts Tolstoy, but I haven’t read it yet.)
Fave Pan YA: Seven Ways We Lie by Riley Redgate

m/m Romance: Sutphin Boulevard by Santino Hassell
f/f Romance: I haven’t had that deep “need to reread” love with an f/f Romance, so it’s hard to call anything a favorite just yet. But Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon is probably the one I rec the most often. Ooh, and Roller Girl by Vanessa North.

As for 2017, I am super psyched about it. Some great trends:

1. Far more diverse casts, rather than the MC and LI being the only queer people in the book. Get ready to see secondaries who are genderqueer, genderfluid, asexual, and more in several YAs.

2. Far more underrepresented labels than we’ve seen on page before. I’ve seen the word “pansexual” in at least three YAs from 2017, and there’s a major on-page demisexual character as well. (Technically a 2016, since that’s when Radio Silence was first published, but it doesn’t come to the US until 2017.)

3. Lots more characters who are Out at the book’s start. I love Coming Out books, but for those who’ve been dying for YA to go beyond, especially in contemp, you’re gonna be really happy. And even the notable Coming Out books are doing great new stuff.

4. Much more racial diversity - thank the freaking lord. And from authors of color, too.

5. Amazing queer secondaries in cishet books - The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli and Geekerella by Ashley Poston both have ridiculously cute secondary f/f romances, and Upside has queer moms as well.

Faves in 2017 so far: How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake, History is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley, The Cursed Queen by Sarah Fine, At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson, Looking for Group by Rory Harrison, Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy, Autoboyography by Christina Lauren, and there’s a great bi YA I just read coming out in the fall that hasn’t been announced yet. 

In adult, I’m just suuuuper psyched to know there’s m/m sports romances coming from two of my fave m/m authors - Santino Hassell (football) and AJ Cousins (baseball). Here’s hoping more f/f authors jump on that train too!


au meme: turn to dust - drug dealer!au 

You know that saying, ‘you reap what you sow’? Facing up to the consequences of your actions and all that good bullshit? Well, let’s just say, with cops on his ass all the way down Bleecker, Jess didn’t exactly believe in that right now.

#rory decides that the ivy league life just isn’t for her #and picks up life in the city after being accepted to nyu #to start their journalism program with a bang #it’s more amazing than she could ever imagine  #working as the up-and-coming features writer in the literary magazine on top of being one of the many staff writers on Washington Square News #spending most of her late nights in the library where she likes to flirt with the young janitor guy with the crazy hair and the funny looking lip #and sometimes, it really takes it’s toll #then you have jess #the not so subtle janitor guy who likes to flirt with the girl with the crazy blue eyes and long legs #and only took this job as a cover #since about 2 months ago he almost got caught by the cops selling coke to the rich kids at Columbia #that doesn’t stop him from doing it #no, he just makes sure he covers his tracks, using a different name and sticking to going indoors instead of doing sell-and-runs out of car windows and alleyways #he only does it cause his mom’s a flake and his dad’s a bust and he can barely eat most days cause his mom spends all their rent money (and then some) on drugs she shouldn’t be doing #which makes him a hypocrite doesn’t it? #but at least he’s the reason they have a roof over their heads while he lives off bagged chips and pre packaged sandwiches from the corner market 

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anonymous asked:

can i add to 'whats wrong w jess' bc its a good topic. hes the only bf rory didnt say i love you too. he up and fucking left w/o telling her and broke her heart. he came back and dumped his love on her lap instead of apologizing. he tried to convince her to drop out of yale bc 'i know you!!!' and got snippy when she refused. he goaded dean on to the idiot behavior they both display. but sure, forced character development + love of books (lots of people love books) means theyre soulmates. right.

bless this ask. honestly though! but like let’s be honest here the only thing people ever talk about is how jonathan was the person who got rory back into yale, and use it as more proof that he’s her soulmate. while i’m like? the yale thing was already coming? jonathan over there may have pushed her over the edge and rory did need a serious wake up call but i wouldn’t give him all the credit? but also BLESS YOU, because no one talks about how he asked her to drop out of yale to go with him and do god knows what… because he was ready? like his relationship with rory was always about how he felt, and what he needed. he was a selfish pos the entire time, and was totally a better guy when he was chasing her because at least then he pretended he was considerate? 

the book thing pisses me off it’s so pretentious, especially when people try and downplay logan’s intelligence? when rory herself speaks about how INTELLIGENT he is, and how he’s even smarter than her? logan was well read, traveled and cultured like he went to an IVY league school… and while he slacked off there are moments where it’s talked about how bright he is? take doyle for example and how he talks about his writing and says that it’s incredible… like rory and logan had an intellectual connection as well, it wasn’t mutually exclusive to jonathan and rory and people can fight me on that.

Not in Kansas (anymore) (LOT/Flash/Supergirl)

Fic: Not In Kansas (anymore) (AO3 Link)
Fandom: The Flash, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, Superman
Pairing: Jonathan Kent/Martha Kent, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Mick Rory & Clark Kent, Mick Rory & Kara Danvers

Summary: Mick Rory was born and raised in a farm not too far outside of Keystone City, Kansas.

His neighbors, three miles down the road, live in a town called Smallville.

A/N: I still haven’t watched Supergirl, so I apologize for any errors.


“I think we have a cat under the porch again,” Jonathan says, not stirring from where he’s sitting at the kitchen table.

Martha frowns at him, wondering why he was telling her instead of going to go deal with it.

He raises his eyebrows meaningfully.


That type of cat.

Martha turns on her heel and goes out to sit on the porch step. “Decided to abandon society again, huh?” she asks the air.

Silence for a few long seconds, then politeness reasserts itself.

“Yes, ma'am,” says a little voice from under the porch.

“Pity,” Martha says. “Society’s got pie.”

Your society, maybe.” The voice is sulky.

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Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips. [x]


A laugh escaped Rori, and immediately she knew she should’ve held it in. While it was amusing to her - for Holly to have kissed her mouth instead of her cheek - it would likely not be amusing to Holly.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be making a move so soon in our relationship,” she quipped, tossing a wink Holly’s way. Hopefully, that would take the edge off of the embarrassment Holly might be feeling. Otherwise, Rori was ready for the anger that would likely replace it.

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What? Did something happen? Scott looked around in shock. Had he done something wrong, or was it something else? The sheer amount of exclamations that had come from the other left him a bit on edge. Scott’s gaze finally settled on Rory after he made certain that nothing around them seemed out of place, and his eyebrows knitted together in concern.Did… Did I hurt you?

   { 🦎 } “Aaaagh, seriously…?!” Their words were followed by the faint clattering of garbage cans, a crinkle of plastic, and the hasty retreating footsteps of a small animal down an empty side street. Temporarily distracted from the other’s jarring presence here in the small, nearly-abandoned part of town at this hour of the night, Rory simply muttered out in explanation, voice exasperatedly resigned, “…Raccoon just stole my pretzels.”

   Their world-weary expression shifted quickly into one of wariness and panic as they steered their attention back to Scott, shoulders tensing up and feet slowly easing them backwards. “Wait, no–more importantly–you. You’re not screaming. Which, listen, don’t get me wrong–big fan of that, but I’m kinda worried this is just some delayed reaction bullshit and you’re gonna come to your senses and try to sock me in the face or shank me or something, which I am, uh, way less a fan of. Wait–can you even see what I look like behind those shades? Fuck, I should’ve asked that first, now this all just sounds suspicious–” This was really not going well.

a close reading of sonnet 116

for outoftheredwoods, who requested paris/rory

Paris had kissed her again, on that beach–her mouth warm and her hand at Rory’s waist. It was a languid kiss, alcohol-slow and nice, unexpected, unexpecting.

You’re my best friend, you know, Paris had said when she pulled away. She had been very serious and Rory couldn’t help laughing, because it seemed funny–Paris there, with the whole ocean reflected in her eyes and saying things like you’re my best friend. 

Paris had looked hurt, until Rory fell back against the sand, still giggling, and said, I know, Paris. I know. You’re my friend too.

They didn’t talk about it, and Rory never told anyone. She was still shaking sand from her hair, a week later.


(Remember when we hated each other? they say sometimes, like those were other people, in another country. Characters from the yellowed diaries of distant relatives–Paris, brittle and belligerent, all armor and teeth; Rory, uncertain and reserved, so careful not to transgress. Strangers, wearing their faces.

Other times, Rory has to remind herself that she had a whole life before Chilton, a full cast of characters and rich plot, and absolutely no Paris-shaped hole in her story. She hadn’t been some princess asleep in a glass coffin, waiting for a short blonde knight to ride up and shout at her until she woke up, and took the reins of her own life.

Because Rory just forgets, sometimes, a little.)

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Sometimes I think about the fact that one of the reasons I think Rory and Jess are endgame is because Jess makes the exact same comment as Lorelai about Indian food.

Rory drops her legs down over the edge of the bridge and Jess settles beside her, brushing her ankle with his.  

“Sorry,” he says and Rory smiles, looking away.

“That’s okay.”

“Well,” Jess says, leaning back.  “It’s been a long time since we were out here.”

“More than ten years.”

“I loved it here.  It was so away from everything.”

“Not just because Luke pushed you in?” Rory teases and Jess laughs, shaking his head.

“That was just a bonus.”

Rory laughs too and Jess glances at her.

“I liked sitting here with you.”

“Yeah,” Rory says quietly.  “Me too.”

They sit in silence for a moment and, wordlessly, Jess pulls out a bottle of wine from his bag and unscrews it, handing it to Rory.

“Jess,” Rory exclaims.  “Where did you get that?”

“From my apartment! Relax, I didn’t take it from Doose’s, though the thought of upsetting Taylor isn’t entirely unappealing.”

“I’m sure there’s some law against drinking out here.”

“Relax, Rory.  They won’t arrest us for a sip of wine.”

Rory pauses for a moment before taking it.  She holds the bottle up, hesitates, and then takes a large drink, laughing as she hands it back to Jess.


“Cheers,” Jess says, matching her grin, and takes an equally large gulp himself.  Putting the bottle on the deck, he leans back on his elbows and Rory lies down on the wood.

“God,” she says.  “It’s been so long since…..”

Jess waits but she doesn’t go on and he prompts,


“Since I did something like this,” Rory says, sitting up.  “Since I wasn’t working or making time to see Mom or helping with Grandpa’s -” her voice catches but she steadies herself and says quietly, “It’s been a long time since I did something like this.  Something dumb and fun.”

“It’s not dumb, Rory.”

Rory gives him a look and Jess chuckles.

“Okay, but it’s dumb in a good way, right?”

“I’ve missed it,” Rory admits.  “Everything’s been such a crazy blur lately.”

She sounds sad but simply says,

“We did dumb stuff like this all the time.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Minus the drinking though.”

“Well, I did try and grab a beer from your mom’s that time, but she busted me for it.”

“Right,” Rory laughs.  “And you asked me to bail.”

“I remember.”

“It was so long ago.”

“It was at that.”

“We were such kids,” Rory exclaims, staring up at the sky.  “It just seems - how can it have been so long? It doesn’t seem that long since we’d sit here or watch a movie or annoy Mom or Luke and now -”

“I know.  We’re still us, Rory.”

“And we’re out here on our bridge,” Rory says, finishing the thought, and Jess stares into her eyes, his heart leaping at our.

“We certainly are.”

Rory sits up, lean over and grasps Jess’s hand tightly and, without a single word, Jess holds it tight.  They can sit until morning.

Cold Fire

Callum is sure the world is ending, and our response to this is to celebrate Halloween a day early. Colder than I ever remember being at this time of year, I look up at the tall building where Callum’s brother Rory lives in the basement, the rest of the building sitting vacant. 

The top floor window flickers with light and shadow, which means they must have started the seance. Thankful for this, I open the door at the bottom of the stairs. I try to, anyway. I pull and pull at the door knob and nothing happens. I peer inside, but everything behind the door is shrouded in darkness.

I pull my phone from my coat pocket, about to dial Rory. There’s a new message. ‘Nomi, why are you only there now? I told you to get there as early as you could,’ Callum’s saying.

‘You told me you’d turned the tracker off,’ I shoot back.

‘Not tonight.’

‘According to you, there is nothing beyond tonight.’

Nothing comes back. Well, I know it’s a touchy subject. I tuck my phone away and begin pounding on the closed doors. My fingers are numb and my nose is ice. I want to go in right now.

A sudden click. The massive royal blue door to the right of me, leading to the house proper, swings open. After a few seconds, Rory leans out, looking exactly like himself, but showing vampire teeth when he smiles. ‘Come this way. Callum made me seal those doors.’

I follow Rory in the long way around, dodging the spider webs strung from the ceiling and a half-hearted blast from the stolen smoke machine. ‘So you decided to listen to him?’

I nod, swatting at a bat dangling in front of my face, and walk into the small kitchen at the entrance of Rory’s cellar. It’s only one room, with his bed in the corner by the window, a couch in front of the other wall. ‘Did you see all those posts he sent out today?’

‘Yeah. But there’s been no real reaction, really, not since that second video went viral.’ Rory pulls a string of red skull lights from behind the couch and tucks it back behind the hook it came down from. His expression is resigned. ‘Look, I think it’s just his reaction to the plane crash, you know, he thinks he’s got to have control over everything. But I’ll do whatever he asks. Except try to get through to Homeland Security again.’

‘Yeah. That was – unfortunate.’ Just this morning one of Callum’s videos popped up on my dash, as usual followed by a string of comments saying it was a pity such a cute kid was a complete nutcase. ‘Well, he can’t say he hasn’t tried.’

‘Yet you haven’t tried to save your girlfriend.’

‘Future girlfriend, if that. It’s just so – unlikely. I mean, how many times have we heard that the world is ending?’

‘I know. Stuff’s been hard enough without my little brother turning into the Prophet of Doom. But he does seem – serious.’

‘He does, yeah.’ Callum’s been giving me detailed instructions all week. But it’s kept seeming to me like – something fictional. A game we were playing.

Lita and Dan, somehow always entwined, fall through the doorway and end up on Rory’s couch, which is strewn with plaids. Dan’s face, made up as a cat, nuzzles Lita’s neck as she asks ‘Is it just me, or is it freezing up there? You can see your breath.’

Rory eyes them speculatively. ‘You’re not doing it right there on my couch.’

Dan looks up from where he left a hickey on Lita’s collarbone and says ‘You could just look the other way.’

‘Um … I’m … not … keen on it either,’ I say.

‘Oh, hey, Nomi. When did you get here?’ Dan’s eyes glaze over as he says it, and Lita’s smile as she waves is not meant for me.

Rory shrugs. ‘Look, I sealed the doors as he asked. He did some other stuff and I’ve left it that way. I’m supposed to seal the front door too when we’re all inside. So when’s Mirah getting here?’

‘She’s – not. She doesn’t like gatherings of more than two people, she told me, but … we do have a date Saturday night. At her place.’

‘That’s great! Let’s hope we’re all still alive by then. Okay, well … want to help me seal the door?’ Rory leads the way.

‘Callum’s not coming?’ I ask, following him back past the bats and another blast of dusty smelling smoke.

‘He says he’ll be safe where he is.’

‘Fair enough.’

‘Hey – wait – you’re locking us in?’ Lita shows up, sliding on the marble floor in her stocking feet.

‘I thought I told you this was going to be an all night thing,’ Rory says over his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I was counting on it,’ Dan appears and grabs Lita around the waist.

‘In that case – we’re not in a hurry,’ Lita says, pushing Dan back to the cellar.

I help Rory apply layers and layers of sealant to the cracks in the front door and then to double-check the door at the back. The cold rushing in before we’ve sealed them is intense. Callum said something about ice … chills shake my entire body, and I race back into the cellar.

There’s a message from Callum on my phone again now. ‘Don’t let them see you.’

‘Who’s they?’ I ask.

No reply again. I switch Rory’s kettle on and wander to the hallway to listen for sounds from the attic. Faint voices descend. I wrap my arms around myself, still shivering, and go back in.

From the slit at the edge of the black sheets Rory has hung by way of curtains, there’s a faint blue glow. I approach the doors and pull the sheet aside, peering past it into the street. Light in a strange shade of blue hangs slightly above the ground. It looks intensely cold. ‘Rore – come have a look at this,’ I say.

A group of dressed up teenagers walks past, looking at the way the light wraps around their legs, laughing. They watch the blue move upward, trying to figure out where it comes from. I have a crazy impulse to drag them inside, but I’ll never get the door unsealed on time. My heart sinks as I realise that I never believed Callum before, but this – this does not look as if it should be happening.

The blue light intensifies. 

Rory comes to stand next to me. ‘Holy – what the fuck is that?’

I shake my head. Just then, an electric wave of blue fire rolls into the street, engulfing the window.

We stand there, breathless, thoughtless, until the fire has rolled past. What remains of the group of teens lies on the ground, covered in what looks like blue ice. I’m trying so hard to see what’s happened to them, that the first figures have entered my line of vision before I know it. Taller than should be humanly possible, they move slowly, seemingly without hitting the ground. Are those capes, or are their shaped that way? Their eyes and fingers crackle with blue fire. 

The figures slow even further, and another wave of fire rolls forth from them, rippling electric blue down the street.

‘Is that – is that some sort of prank?’ Dan says, appearing behind us.

‘No, I think it’s real,’ I whisper.

Rory swallows. ‘Someone has to get Callum. He’s the only one who knows what this is.’ 

‘I’ll go.’ I know Callum’s probably made sure we’re alright, but he doesn’t know Mirah isn’t here. She’s in her houseboat, with no idea this is going on, and all of a sudden there’s inconvertible proof that Callum was right and I need to go get her. I begin to wrap up in every piece of clothing I can find.

‘Nomi. You’ll be burnt to a crisp. Or frozen solid. Whatever it is those things do.’ Rory sounds shaken. Lita, having cast a glance at the group of motionless kids, has burst into helpless sobs.

I swallow. ‘I have to go. Which window can I unseal quickest?’

Rory shows me to the back, and we work silently to get a back window open. I climb onto the windowsill and drop from it into the freezing night.

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