★ 14 [Video] Nothing to see here. No really

[mightbeconcussed]

Hardison, Sam, Keats please make a sign and put it around your neck that says Lucy's friend. Don't even ask. Just please.

[She adjusts the video camera. She's sitting on a very white couch wearing a man's button down shirt. Her legs are crossed, feet tucked under her. She puts her elbows on her knees and rests her chin in her hands]

SO

Zombie sheep. Personally I call bullshit. There's no such thing as zombie sheep. I watched 28 Days and Dawn of the Dead. The animals got eaten not infected. Also what happened to like voo doo zombies? You know raised by...some character in a book that sleeps with lots of vampires and werewolves. No I don't know how sex with vampires and werewolves have anything to do with raising the dead but neither does anyone else. Bella Swan should be all set. And technically are they zombies if they were never dead? Isn't that part of the whole mythology? They die or get half eaten and then they rise and wander around all zombiefied.

Also zombies don't talk. They moan and shuffle and make noises. I used to be obsessed with them in high school. I watched lots of zombie movies.

And how smart are these zombie sheep? And the people being infected? I mean...if we're not following movie rules then how do we know that the pizza guy knocking on the apartment door doesn't really want to eat our brains or hearts or whatever it is.

Cas, I know you're all wing boy but be careful. You might need a sign too.

Harry, this is me rambling at everyone but you jsyk.

[And she'll continue rambling until someone interrupts her. Really]

Comments

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Thank god you're home." Keats climbed up the fire escape and kept glancing down and rather angry sheep. "I believe I offended them, but they were being rude first."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy had to giggle a little at the comment. "In some cultures biting isn't rude apparently and give me your coat. I'll toss it. Do want some coffee or a shower? I don't know if Harry's clothes will fit you but his robe probably will. I can make food too if you're hungry."

Yes she is just making herself at home in Harry's place but in her defense he did go crazy and tell her to stay locked up in here. Of course if Keats is infected and he does try to bite her, she's probably going to get a 'I told you not to let anyone inside' lecture. It's better than what Keats would end up with. In any case, she's fairly certain Keats isn't infected but the combination of the other night in the Underground and Harry's warnings have made her a little paranoid.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

He looked at his jacket and laughed. "Eh, I'm fine in my shirt. Coffee'd be wonderful though, love." He removed the coat and handed it over. Thankfully, Keats has a closet of them.

He cast another glance at the sheep who baawwwwed up at them. "I've been in a multitude of strange places, and I think this place may be winning as the strangest. It's not as bad as Endless Corridor." He looked around hoping that the City wouldn't take that as a challenge.

"Ah could help ye with dinner." He offered. Free coffee and a safe haven meant that he could cook. Hopefully Harry wouldn't mind.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy took the coat and stuffed it in in the trash can then moved on to make coffee.

"That would be great," she smiled at him. "I was thinking something easy like shepherds pie. Also, kind of punny."

As long as she ended up happy, not zombified or otherwise attacked, Harry wouldn't care.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Oi, I haven't had good shepherds pie since me roommate went home." Keats shrugged and went to the fridge. "Call it stereotypical, but a beer and some shepherds pie sounds fookin' fantastical righ' about now."

"Maybe make some chips too..." He pulled out two beers and popped the tops off of them before handing one over. "Thanks fer callin, but you really need ta not go underground. I've had problems down there meself and I'm sort of made for that kind of nastiness."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"You make the chips, I'll make the pie," Lucy offered and murmured her thanks for the beer. She took a sip, turning her back to look for a casserole dish when Keats spoke about the Underground. Thanks to Castiel all physical evidence of the attack is gone. However the fact that she is still staying at Harry's and is wearing his shirt instead of her own clothes speak to how much it affected her.

"Yeah? How are you made for that kind of nastiness? Super!Keats?"

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats laughed and took a long swig of the beer. "I'm... known to have a few tricks up my sleeve." He isn't exactly sure why he allowed that much to slip, but Lucy was trustworthy, pretty much above all else.

"I've dealt with quite a few nasty things in my investigations. Enough where I'm used to getting into a few scuffles."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Trustworthy and loyal to the bone. She doesn't always make the best judgments but she is those two things.

"Yeah? Well I promise I won't be going down to the Underground unescorted." She almost says again but she bites the word off, not sure how much Keats knows about where she was that night. She can't remember if she told him she went to the underground. She was far too busy trying to make sure she sounded normal when she spoke to him.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Didn't have much fun, did ye?" He asked the question softly. Keats had been a guardian for the underworld long enough, a guard for a young girl long enough that he supposed it was almost a sixth sense. "Promise never again alone?"

Keats could turn into a monster when he was stressed, and even he didn't want to go down there alone. "Just not a safe place."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"No," Lucy admitted softly. She got out a cutting board and moved to the fridge for vegetables. She didn't answer until she had the knife out and she was chopping things.

"More like promise never alone for anything ever again."

It was more than she'd confessed to anyone. Even she and Castiel hadn't talked about what had happened. He'd just healed her bruises and she'd let him know this hadn't been Harry's fault.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a hug. "Don't worry so much. Most of the people up here are right nice folk."

He looked around as though he was a little worried that someone else would hear him. "I mean, you can always ask me along. I'm... only sort of a writer."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy hugged back because hugs are always a good thing in her book and for all her appearances at 'normal' she's more upset about what happened then she was saying.

"How can you only be sort of a writer?" she asked when she pulled away a little.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"I thought I was a writer, for... oh, about eight years." Keats dropped the chips into the oven and sat himself on the kitchen counter. "Sometimes emotions get a lot of strength, ye know? People's fears, people's joys, they can have a great deal of power. The afterlife is what you think it will be. And I'm sort of a... product of that I suppose?" He took a last swig of the beer and tossed it into the appropriate bin.

"The short of it is that I'm an imaginary friend whose job it is to look after people. It sounds best that way at least." He then hopped off the counter, grabbed a second beer and began inspecting the distractions available to help truly cheer up Lucy. "So, that means that I'd be a real shitty invisible friend if I let you worry too much about things ye canno help."

Ahhh, there were the DVDs.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy just stared at Keats for a few seconds. Give her a minute. Finally she starts laughing.

"O M G, So...I have an imaginary friend who can drink with me and give hugs and make chips?"

Another pause.

"And everyone can see you? Or just me or...I mean obviously you're not personally my imaginary friend because my imaginary friends never had an Irish accent. You're like the--I don't know--every imaginary friend ever."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

He thought a moment, for just a second as if it was offensive. Then, however, he began to laugh deep in his chest. "Lucy, that was... brilliant, love."

He turned to her and shrugged. "I... like to think of myself as real. Everyone can see me, everyone can talk to me. Just... you know, instead of a family I come from the minds of very strange Irish children."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" she beamed, obviously proud of herself. "That makes you real then. At least as real anyone else in this city. Why were they strange?"

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Herve was dying and... well... Ellen is Ellen. I was her guardian for quite some time."

He pulled out a collection of DVDs, including SpaceBalls. "Are you sure you're alright?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy shrugged a little in answer. She liked when they were focusing on something besides what happened to her. "You mean besides the act that I'm considering never going anywhere alone?" She smirked a little and got out ground beef to brown in a skillet. "Harry saved me before anything really bad could happen and Castiel healed all my bruises."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats frowned. "Don't worry so much. The city itself is usually fine. And if you need anything, ye can call me."

He didn't need to talk about zombies or anything like that. "We take care of our own. Hell, we even got a superhero, Captain Hammer."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Who needs a superhero, Keats. I've got an angel, Harry and a not-really-imaginary friend to save me," she teased him fondly.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

He chuckled. "Well, that's an excellent point. Though I do believe you sell yourself a little short. You've got a wonderful sense of adventure. I appreciate that."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but it's the kind of adventure that I don't usually need saving from," Lucy tells him as she finishes up putting dinner together and puts it in the oven.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Well, we could work on that a bit? Do some working out? I bet you have a killer left hook." He flopped to the couch and nodded to her.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy laughed at his suggestion and flopped down on the couch next to him. "You're going to teach me to fight?"

Because this idea has appeal but it also makes her laugh as in general, she's pretty clumsy.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's mostly luck, Lucy." Keats admits. "Ye just have to get in there fast enough to get someone to back off. Trust me, I'm not exactly the intimidating sort, now am I?"